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.
missjem56
Poem Published
12th May 2021 1:27pm
12th May 2021 1:27pm
Mirror Mirror
Good morning mirror
How are you today?"
"Me?"
"I'm just reflecting
On my life
At how people approach me
Full of expectation
And hope
And denial
Then somehow resent me
When i tell them the truth
But only on a physical level
Sometimes
Even i
Can be shocked
Or surprised
I hide no secrets
Or tell no lies
Those lie
Within the realms
Of the beholder
by Jemia
How are you today?"
"Me?"
"I'm just reflecting
On my life
At how people approach me
Full of expectation
And hope
And denial
Then somehow resent me
When i tell them the truth
But only on a physical level
Sometimes
Even i
Can be shocked
Or surprised
I hide no secrets
Or tell no lies
Those lie
Within the realms
Of the beholder
by Jemia
#hope
#dreams
#mirror #disappointment
#mirror #disappointment
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
11th May 2021 2:24pm
11th May 2021 2:24pm
LAUGHING AT MYSELF
ME!
Every day I pause
to visit my comedy club
where I laugh at myself
out of honest reflection.
There are a lot of things
I laugh at, mostly the
dumb things I say and
the things I forget to say.
My favorite laugh comes
when I forget where
I left my keys or not
realizing I didn't set my alarm.
Then there's telling
the same person the same
story over and over not
seeing their boredom.
I don't think I'll share
the sexual laughs I
have at myself, it'll
be a tell-all...
Every day I pause
to visit my comedy club
where I laugh at myself
out of honest reflection.
There are a lot of things
I laugh at, mostly the
dumb things I say and
the things I forget to say.
My favorite laugh comes
when I forget where
I left my keys or not
realizing I didn't set my alarm.
Then there's telling
the same person the same
story over and over not
seeing their boredom.
I don't think I'll share
the sexual laughs I
have at myself, it'll
be a tell-all...
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
28 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 00:49am
3rd May 2021 00:49am
Button Jar
Not caring a bucket
what I can't button.
Putting all my dreams in a button jar,
for my collection of whims.
Saving them for a rainy day
for the fathom shirts,
that fantasy plays.
In my mind's scrapbook,
playing catchup all day.
what I can't button.
Putting all my dreams in a button jar,
for my collection of whims.
Saving them for a rainy day
for the fathom shirts,
that fantasy plays.
In my mind's scrapbook,
playing catchup all day.
#inspirational
#mirror
#emotions
27 reads
2 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
28th Apr 2021 4:29am
28th Apr 2021 4:29am
Dream's Draught And What Is Taught
Light Drinks Deep The Power Of Dark
Flash From Flame / Flame From Spark"
She Burned In The Tween Of Mist , Kissed
By Those Who Leaned Into The Changing Winds ,
Bliss Twixt Her Lips Of Passion Read In A Face
Erased Of The Pain Long Past , Not To Last
In This Ever Eternity Of Reality And Absurdity ;
She Struck A Pose With A Pause For Balance ;
Every Moment Of Madness , A Second Chance ,
Into This Universe She Cursed The Blessing
Of The Never Lessening Nestling Of Life's Knife
...
Flash From Flame / Flame From Spark"
She Burned In The Tween Of Mist , Kissed
By Those Who Leaned Into The Changing Winds ,
Bliss Twixt Her Lips Of Passion Read In A Face
Erased Of The Pain Long Past , Not To Last
In This Ever Eternity Of Reality And Absurdity ;
She Struck A Pose With A Pause For Balance ;
Every Moment Of Madness , A Second Chance ,
Into This Universe She Cursed The Blessing
Of The Never Lessening Nestling Of Life's Knife
...
#identity
#mirror
#wisdom #emotions
#wisdom #emotions
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2021 2:44am
23rd Apr 2021 2:44am
Try to
I try to write it
My feelings that I have inside of me
Hoping that I can dream
This man that I will try to be
Looking for a chance
A chance to start my destiny
A voice from the beyond
Alone I feel so helplessly
Lost in my own head
These demons that I dread
The things that I have said
I have made my own damn bed
Lost beneath the waves
Medusa with the gaze
The anger forms the blaze
Got in my own way
So here I stand to say
Yet so frightened and afraid
My death from my own blade
This misery I've...
My feelings that I have inside of me
Hoping that I can dream
This man that I will try to be
Looking for a chance
A chance to start my destiny
A voice from the beyond
Alone I feel so helplessly
Lost in my own head
These demons that I dread
The things that I have said
I have made my own damn bed
Lost beneath the waves
Medusa with the gaze
The anger forms the blaze
Got in my own way
So here I stand to say
Yet so frightened and afraid
My death from my own blade
This misery I've...
#mirror
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
42 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 00:50am
13th Apr 2021 00:50am
Self Reflection
Foggy mirrors
In a misty room
Clothed in lemon and rose
Blanketed in heat, as I stand
With a blurred image
I don’t care to see
The mess of me
Scrubbing skin
Dampening my hair
Though I am clean
There is a scum
No sponge has removed
Even coated in perfume
I smell it
An aftertaste, unrideable
Wiping the condensation from the glass
I catch a glimpse of my figure
Still glazed in droplets
Drenched blonde and porcelain
I saw, focusing in
Turning for my towel, until
I lost her ...
In a misty room
Clothed in lemon and rose
Blanketed in heat, as I stand
With a blurred image
I don’t care to see
The mess of me
Scrubbing skin
Dampening my hair
Though I am clean
There is a scum
No sponge has removed
Even coated in perfume
I smell it
An aftertaste, unrideable
Wiping the condensation from the glass
I catch a glimpse of my figure
Still glazed in droplets
Drenched blonde and porcelain
I saw, focusing in
Turning for my towel, until
I lost her ...
#mirror
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#NaPoWriMo2021
51 reads
2 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 7:27am
2nd Apr 2021 7:27am
Year Run
Cattle slapper / Battle rapper / Unmatchable calibre / Vernacular in natural dub-step / Patter captures stacks of subtext / Rapture in firebreath / No rhetoric / Just excessive spit / Impeccable as white lady credit / No edits; word is bond / Unspoken fondue / From satellite view? Everything shows / As a historical signpost / Aligned to a lucid roll / Kindness is beautiful; intelligence is sexy / Klepto-cranium so raw / What if Alexa caught glossolalia? / What befalls after? / Laughter is brain cum / Re-capture where we came from / The same lane, different drum / Same land at year one
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#philosophical
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LUUH19
Emeraldia
Emeraldia
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2021 6:50pm
22nd Mar 2021 6:50pm
Primal Power is Nothing to Mess With
There is this rabid dog inside of me that aggressively barks while foaming at the mouth with it's eyes wide open. Anger I can't control takes over my place scaring everyone around me.
When it leaves me, my whole body aches. The back of my neck feels like it has been smacked by a wooden stick. I try to breathe in and out slowly to defuse the after shock Anger has left in its wake.
In the end, sleep puts things back to where they belong. But, for how long? How long until it can not be reversed? Until one of my blood vessels burst? Until blood gushes everywhere inside my...
When it leaves me, my whole body aches. The back of my neck feels like it has been smacked by a wooden stick. I try to breathe in and out slowly to defuse the after shock Anger has left in its wake.
In the end, sleep puts things back to where they belong. But, for how long? How long until it can not be reversed? Until one of my blood vessels burst? Until blood gushes everywhere inside my...
#anger
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
19th Mar 2021 7:11am
winner takes all
Winner takes all
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
He sat on the sofa feeling disgruntled, watching TV
about a young woman who read a poem about hill climbing.
I have climbed many hills, he said to himself,
but there was always a steeper hill to conquer.
Take sport, he said, women win everything you care to mention
even football and ice-hockey the last bastion for men has been invaded
to the newspapers delight, of course, the editors are women,
as are the contributors; it isn’t fair.
His wife enters. She has been on the treadmill for an hour,
asks him if he has done...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
46 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 12:37pm
12th Mar 2021 12:37pm
NO DEPOSIT NO RETURN (3-12-2021, 3:38 a.m., Palm Springs, California; spontaneously invited poem)
into vast
open
receptive void
of passively
neutral
yet passionately
welcoming
infinite possibility
i come
and go
freely releasing
these
thoughtlessly
mindful
intuited
feeling
puzzle piece
words
not to
fill its
vast open
receptive
voids hunger
of which
it has
none
for its
obviously neutral
by nature
but rather
to simply
feed it
with just
a little
bit more
of some
of my ...
open
receptive void
of passively
neutral
yet passionately
welcoming
infinite possibility
i come
and go
freely releasing
these
thoughtlessly
mindful
intuited
feeling
puzzle piece
words
not to
fill its
vast open
receptive
voids hunger
of which
it has
none
for its
obviously neutral
by nature
but rather
to simply
feed it
with just
a little
bit more
of some
of my ...
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
#emptiness
#passion
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 7:43am
5th Mar 2021 7:43am
the royal sport
The royal sport
A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer
sat on the dead horse
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
unquestionable,
but they love betting more.
Racing horses
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir
is the final stop
A racehorse died
it had given more
then its heart could endure.
Many racehorses die
every year
the difference with this horse
its trainer
sat on the dead horse
and smiled.
But horses like racing,
true but at its own pace
not made to run faster than it can
But the British are animal lovers
unquestionable,
but they love betting more.
Racing horses
is a commodity
if they can´t take the pace and win
the abattoir
is the final stop
#money
#mirror
#books
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0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 1:08am
5th Mar 2021 1:08am
Reflection - with LilDragonFly
..transform me sweet dark
beautiful nightingale
lighting my lantern
with my quill's ebony
of silent ink
so that I can see you
bleed through the page
take off the masque
deflect the reflection ...
beautiful nightingale
lighting my lantern
with my quill's ebony
of silent ink
so that I can see you
bleed through the page
take off the masque
deflect the reflection ...
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
138 reads
8 Comments
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