Mirror Poems
#mirror
Poems about mirrors and self reflection. Mirror poems, confronting what you see and feel when you look in the mirror. Here you'll find poems which use the humble mirror to explore concepts of vanity, identity, beauty, body image and self hatred.
PAR
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:42pm
21st Mar 2025 10:42pm
March 21st World Poetry Day
a world day of what?
OF POETRY!
with or without rhyme,
the one that doesn't put beans
in the pot or paint the landscape,
that invades our window, pink.
IS IT BEAUTIFUL?
IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting words
tilling the ground
and turning over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
Is that too much?
IT'S TOO LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always...
OF POETRY!
with or without rhyme,
the one that doesn't put beans
in the pot or paint the landscape,
that invades our window, pink.
IS IT BEAUTIFUL?
IT'S BEAUTIFUL!
Poetry is every day
Poetry is every day
Poetry is washing your feet in a basin
poetry is forgetting words
tilling the ground
and turning over the roots
poetry is drawing happy faces
Is that too much?
IT'S TOO LITTLE!
very little, very little
POETRY is always...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
46 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Mar 2025 11:50pm
17th Mar 2025 11:50pm
Vertex
So it was like this:
He passed and she didn't see him!
It was so:
She did not see.
He passed.
The cars stopped
for him to pass
and she did not see.
He has a name
that she didn't hear.
So it was like this:
She didn't see his eyes,
lost when he passed
and he, not knowing
whether he was seen,
passed on.
They passed each other.
They didn't see each other.
Perhaps his voice in the wind.
maybe her scent
in the brief moment she passes
by him and he does not see.
So it was...
He passed and she didn't see him!
It was so:
She did not see.
He passed.
The cars stopped
for him to pass
and she did not see.
He has a name
that she didn't hear.
So it was like this:
She didn't see his eyes,
lost when he passed
and he, not knowing
whether he was seen,
passed on.
They passed each other.
They didn't see each other.
Perhaps his voice in the wind.
maybe her scent
in the brief moment she passes
by him and he does not see.
So it was...
#city
#hope
#inspirational
#lust
#mirror
41 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 2:08am
15th Mar 2025 2:08am
I See You're Awake
I see you're awake, Joey.
You're gawking at your reflection, Mrs. Lawrence.
Can't help it. Old habit.
Maybe I could help you break it.
Wait, Joey! Don't...! Oh, that feels good!
You're gawking at your reflection, Mrs. Lawrence.
Can't help it. Old habit.
Maybe I could help you break it.
Wait, Joey! Don't...! Oh, that feels good!
#dialogue
#fiction
#lover
#mirror
#sex
121 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
As a muse...
I'd softly whisper in the poet's ear:
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
#inspirational
#mirror
#rhyming
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
108 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
79 reads
6 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
8th Mar 2025 1:31pm
Smolder
That OCD sly stone look on my face
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
is the armor brick in my heart
no pebble filter to what empaths bring
Listen to logic to comprehend not inferred fracture
sculpted vibration of a baritone
past-explosive BEAST king
That’s knowledge rumbled slow boiling
volcanic stirred to epiphany
elusive c/o/n/-fused delay to react
Core touch on low pitch growl
in lava crawl to docile hairs in ovation
erect on nape back
Chip off the block erupted sculpted mane
coarse knotty dread
prickly quills defend to enforce...
#identity
#men
#mirror
#myself
#tolerance
95 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
80 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 4:10pm
3rd Mar 2025 4:10pm
Merry Nowhere Lazy Susan
Nowhere's a quiet place
for platypus glide by the stream
for influenza never fades.
Pasta twirling in bowls
and laughter fills the silent air.
Nowhere's charm is revealed.
Nowhere's the best place on the earth.
Hidden gems of stillness found
for nowhere calls to me.
Twirl, baby, all your curls
like a twister with no direction.
Sniffing someone's cracks in the air.
Nowhere's a quiet place.
Cockroaches scuttle through the maze.
Labyrinth of tambourine's sound in the far.
for platypus glide by the stream
for influenza never fades.
Pasta twirling in bowls
and laughter fills the silent air.
Nowhere's charm is revealed.
Nowhere's the best place on the earth.
Hidden gems of stillness found
for nowhere calls to me.
Twirl, baby, all your curls
like a twister with no direction.
Sniffing someone's cracks in the air.
Nowhere's a quiet place.
Cockroaches scuttle through the maze.
Labyrinth of tambourine's sound in the far.
#dark
#mirror
#PopCulture
79 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
So many falling stars
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
#dreams
#memories
#mirror
#storm
#universe
83 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
26th Feb 2025 3:52pm
Bird Nesting Poetry
In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.
Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.
Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.
With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare. ...
#birds
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
97 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 2:32pm
21st Feb 2025 2:32pm
An Inspiration from Vision_of_Insanity's poem
Someone told you that you were a criminal.
Someone threw words into the air
and waited for you to pick them up:
CRIM and then INAL U R an SO ON soon.
But who said you can't be a criminal?
PURE F if you want to be so, the die is cast...
Like letters floating around you, satellites stationary.
U R I N A L C R E A M and many others.
W E R C R E A M in A L L the top cherries!
But who said you can't?
JuST a BuNCH of SNFLL MTHRFCKRS.
Wait, who said that?
Someone threw words into the air
and waited for you to pick them up:
CRIM and then INAL U R an SO ON soon.
But who said you can't be a criminal?
PURE F if you want to be so, the die is cast...
Like letters floating around you, satellites stationary.
U R I N A L C R E A M and many others.
W E R C R E A M in A L L the top cherries!
But who said you can't?
JuST a BuNCH of SNFLL MTHRFCKRS.
Wait, who said that?
#anxiety
#dark
#mirror
#PowerOfWords
#violence
136 reads
10 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 11:18am
19th Feb 2025 11:18am
Reflection of Truth
The glass sun copies
Mirrors who are really you
Reflection of truth
Mirrors who are really you
Reflection of truth
#lies
#mirror
#senryu
122 reads
14 Comments
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