Poems About Mirrors Seeking Honest Critique
#mirror
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 4:10am
20th Sep 2024 4:10am
Zendaya Stared At A Mirror
Zendaya stared at a mirror.
After she got naked, Orion came in.
She lets him probe her.
After she got naked, Orion came in.
She lets him probe her.
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#mirror
#sex
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
14th Sep 2024 6:50pm
14th Sep 2024 6:50pm
Hungover or summat.
I awake to light.
Boring itself through my skull.
And,
Baby,
There ain't no us.
There's just me
With a headache.
Reevaluating my life.
Choices.
Boring itself through my skull.
And,
Baby,
There ain't no us.
There's just me
With a headache.
Reevaluating my life.
Choices.
#emptiness
#mirror
#MyInspiration
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 00:42am
30th Aug 2024 00:42am
From the deepness within
From the deepness from within the very foundation of my own mind eyes, as I continue to stand and tolerate the deepness of my thoughts, as they are just mere mirror reflections of my thoughts from the darkness. For it is here I am more than just a mortal man, as I've walked through the shadows of death. THAT seems to be as a imagination, from a long lost dragon wondering through the forest trees. 🐉 But yet it is here and now I finally truly understood, what does it mean to keep your eyes on the sparrow, as the hawk flies through the evening skyline.
...
...
#dialogue
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
78 reads
2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
26th Aug 2024 9:11pm
Misty Harbinger
misty harbinger
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
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PAR
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 12:03pm
26th Aug 2024 12:03pm
Space Station
I want to drink the sweat
alone on Saturdays
subtract flavor from sounds
mean the shadows
and symbols
replace all misses
for torture
touch the sensitive nerve
observe the atom
of emotions
sublevels
electrical discharges
undergo the mutation
genic
of anodyne love
levels and
sublevels
gills and fins
scales levels
sublevels
sweat dripping
in the armpits
in the groin and
behind the ears
I want my sweat
dripping into mouths
unpublished
sacrosanct
and polluted ...
alone on Saturdays
subtract flavor from sounds
mean the shadows
and symbols
replace all misses
for torture
touch the sensitive nerve
observe the atom
of emotions
sublevels
electrical discharges
undergo the mutation
genic
of anodyne love
levels and
sublevels
gills and fins
scales levels
sublevels
sweat dripping
in the armpits
in the groin and
behind the ears
I want my sweat
dripping into mouths
unpublished
sacrosanct
and polluted ...
#erotic
#identity
#mirror
#sensual
#sexy
110 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:25am
26th Aug 2024 11:25am
8 stops until the moon.
And there he was, distracted by the stars
passing through the glass window of the bus.
Pondering what he had heard aside:
..."maybe it's not ideal for you"...
and the hours it could take to arrive
in that small town where they met.
Would time that passes be able to confirm it
to be worth the effort to go and try?
passing through the glass window of the bus.
Pondering what he had heard aside:
..."maybe it's not ideal for you"...
and the hours it could take to arrive
in that small town where they met.
Would time that passes be able to confirm it
to be worth the effort to go and try?
#hope
#mirror
#MovingOn
#stars
#travel
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
19th Aug 2024 6:35pm
The Shadow Game
In the velvet mansion a crime took place.
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
Who killed who, no one understood.
The detective, a puppet without ideas,
lost in clues and vain epics.
The butler with satin gloves
hid the poison in the garden.
The lady, with a look of mystery,
kept the secret in her reliquary.
Without clues or direction,
He followed the steps but only saw smoke.
Each suspect has a piece on the board,
But he, a pedestrian, without knowing the script.
In the living room the clock stopped.
Time, an accomplice, hid the crime.
and...
#anger
#ghosts
#mirror
#murder
#prison
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5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 12:25pm
19th Aug 2024 12:25pm
In the vast expanse of the garden
Such a grand kingdom.
The petals flutter like candles
in the breeze they spin.
Let secrets whisper
tales from distant lands.
In this verdant haven
where time passes
through our hands.
Flowers bloom like coral,
vibrant and bright,
in the warm embrace of the sun.
They bask in the violet light.
Paths wind like chains,
winding and free,
through this lush sanctuary
where dreams come to be.
Dance of the butterflies
like creatures from the deep.
In this green expanse
where the memories we keep....
The petals flutter like candles
in the breeze they spin.
Let secrets whisper
tales from distant lands.
In this verdant haven
where time passes
through our hands.
Flowers bloom like coral,
vibrant and bright,
in the warm embrace of the sun.
They bask in the violet light.
Paths wind like chains,
winding and free,
through this lush sanctuary
where dreams come to be.
Dance of the butterflies
like creatures from the deep.
In this green expanse
where the memories we keep....
#clouds
#flowers
#mirror
#sea
#wind
66 reads
2 Comments
ManorMyth
Man_Or_Myth
Man_Or_Myth
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 4:40am
18th Aug 2024 4:40am
Reflection of Me
I see a reflection but it’s not me.
Or at least not the man I’m destined to be.
This man has become doubtful and lifeless and hides the pain he feels behind false hopes and gullible illusion he set upon himself
He is the man I never thought I see
But there he is; staring right at me
With a smile on his face that lies with commitment
That could fool anyone else into thinking “yeah he’ll be fine”
But with a little bit more attention, you’ll see that the his smile is actually a frown
This man I see has lost his...
Or at least not the man I’m destined to be.
This man has become doubtful and lifeless and hides the pain he feels behind false hopes and gullible illusion he set upon himself
He is the man I never thought I see
But there he is; staring right at me
With a smile on his face that lies with commitment
That could fool anyone else into thinking “yeah he’ll be fine”
But with a little bit more attention, you’ll see that the his smile is actually a frown
This man I see has lost his...
#denial
#emptiness
#mirror #SelfReflection
#mirror #SelfReflection
73 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 12:54pm
17th Aug 2024 12:54pm
Skull, the Helldresser
In a twilight salon
where shadows fall.
Death awaits
the hairdresser for the ball.
With scissors sharp
and combs of bone.
He whispers softly
“You’re not alone.”
His touch is gentle
his gaze serene.
A master of the unseen.
Locks of life he trims with care.
Preparing you for the grand affair.
“Tonight,” he says
“you’ll shine so bright
a star amidst the velvet night.”
With every snip a memory fades.
Yet beauty in the mirror stays.
He builds a crown of silver threads.
A...
where shadows fall.
Death awaits
the hairdresser for the ball.
With scissors sharp
and combs of bone.
He whispers softly
“You’re not alone.”
His touch is gentle
his gaze serene.
A master of the unseen.
Locks of life he trims with care.
Preparing you for the grand affair.
“Tonight,” he says
“you’ll shine so bright
a star amidst the velvet night.”
With every snip a memory fades.
Yet beauty in the mirror stays.
He builds a crown of silver threads.
A...
#anxiety
#mirror
#nightmares
#scary
#shadows
114 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 2:34pm
8th Aug 2024 2:34pm
Musty Wallpaper #1
In the shadows of the night, where silence is king,
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate, ...
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate, ...
#aging
#ghosts
#memories
#mirror
#wind
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6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 2:33pm
8th Aug 2024 2:33pm
Musty Wallpaper #2
In the shadows of the night, where the wind moans,
stands a dark and solemn castle.
Inside there are secrets from a dark past
and echoes of screams in a late lament.
The dark hallways stained with blood
They tell stories of unhappy love.
In the main hall a feast of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life,
the full moon looks on pale and haughty.
In the broken mirror reflections of pain
reveal scenes of ancient gore.
The clock strikes, midnight has arrived.
Spirits...
stands a dark and solemn castle.
Inside there are secrets from a dark past
and echoes of screams in a late lament.
The dark hallways stained with blood
They tell stories of unhappy love.
In the main hall a feast of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life,
the full moon looks on pale and haughty.
In the broken mirror reflections of pain
reveal scenes of ancient gore.
The clock strikes, midnight has arrived.
Spirits...
#horror
#mirror
#nightmares
#scary
#storm
74 reads
2 Comments
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