Long Poems About Mirrors
#mirror
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
27th Jan 2025 9:00pm
I hope to see you there
Gentle air fills dying lungs
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
Under blue skies and bitter chill
Folk tunes playing through blown out speakers
Nervousness fills aching bones
Picking lint off of an expensive sweater without breaking eye contact
How did I get here?
Years of dreaming was never enough
Restlessness and addiction kept me stuck
Until the final push from the one who promised to never let me fall
An open door to the visions that have flooded my brain since adolescence
A bigger view caused for an emotional afternoon
But who am I to...
#choices
#hope
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:51pm
15th Nov 2024 2:51pm
Port 29
SNAP TO. And so his eyes opened like a shock,
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
#mirror
#universe
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oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
Who(are you)
From my generation
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
#mirror
#music
#rebellion
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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
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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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 3:51am
2nd Jun 2024 3:51am
AS LIFE'S SHELL SPIRALS TIGHTER STILL (1990's; Galveston Island, Texas)
as life s shell spirals
tighter
ever more tightly around me
with each passing day and night
my life itself and i
both seem and feel
to be coiling in a spiral
deeper
ever more deeply
towards some mysterious
unforeseen
perhaps unseeable
unknown end
which lies in silent stealthy wait
both before behind and beyond me
trapped deeply somewhere within
some long held
subconsciously buried ...
tighter
ever more tightly around me
with each passing day and night
my life itself and i
both seem and feel
to be coiling in a spiral
deeper
ever more deeply
towards some mysterious
unforeseen
perhaps unseeable
unknown end
which lies in silent stealthy wait
both before behind and beyond me
trapped deeply somewhere within
some long held
subconsciously buried ...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#memories
#mirror
#SelfReflection
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
15th Feb 2024 00:35am
15th Feb 2024 00:35am
SOME WORDS (7-8-2010, Palm Springs, California)
some words dewdrops
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
some words stone
some words blood
tears sweat
and bone
some words open
some words close
some words moonlight
some words sun
some words drizzle
drought or flood
some words body
some words mind
some words spirit
soul heart or tongue
some words spoken
some words thought ...
#mirror
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#SelfReflection
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Shoveleaner
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 11:12am
3rd Jul 2023 11:12am
The Account
If I were to name and count, the reasons that I still have doubt. I wouldn't know just where to begin...but then again.
Digging in the dirt, sifting through the hurt. Perception seems like birth, of laboured love and worth. The pain you have endured, don't mean you have been cured of the reasons there's still doubt, that you can name and count.
Of course the source will try to apply more pressure to regret. Deny but still rely on force to bury treasure spent on sentiment. To forget the names and lose the count, a great amount remains as doubt. Demeans the reasons claimed about....
Digging in the dirt, sifting through the hurt. Perception seems like birth, of laboured love and worth. The pain you have endured, don't mean you have been cured of the reasons there's still doubt, that you can name and count.
Of course the source will try to apply more pressure to regret. Deny but still rely on force to bury treasure spent on sentiment. To forget the names and lose the count, a great amount remains as doubt. Demeans the reasons claimed about....
#money
#mirror
#consumerism
#acceptance
#choices
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Auraofblack
James Burns
James Burns
Poem Published
15th May 2023 8:40am
15th May 2023 8:40am
Mind Flatlined reactive-inactive
I could really do about now with being rescued by a some freedom or success.
But in this world, this time, this moment of destruction, inner peace I can not acquiesce?
If I feel what they feel but stay apart and alone.
Then what's the point of it all, why should I make efforts to atone?
They say forgiving others is actually forgiving oneself.
I say fuck them, that's nonsense, with nothing left hate is my wealth.
I don't carry that money with me, on me, all of the time.
I prefer the more lowkey approach, to keep my...
But in this world, this time, this moment of destruction, inner peace I can not acquiesce?
If I feel what they feel but stay apart and alone.
Then what's the point of it all, why should I make efforts to atone?
They say forgiving others is actually forgiving oneself.
I say fuck them, that's nonsense, with nothing left hate is my wealth.
I don't carry that money with me, on me, all of the time.
I prefer the more lowkey approach, to keep my...
#technology
#mirror
#freedom
#consumerism
#passion
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PAR
Poem Published
6th Feb 2023 8:15pm
6th Feb 2023 8:15pm
Ethereal
He went there,
didn't want to but he went
even he paid for the taxi.
The house was old,
walls with moldy designs
of endless years and slovenly dwellers.
He put the key in the door,
he entered, stopped in the center of the room,
there were ghosts in the attic he was sure.
He walked up the aisle, or down the aisle,
it matters little, he opened one, then another, door.
He breathed the spirits of the place,
felt penetrated, invaded,
souls and dust stuck to the nasal mucosa,
macabre sinusitis of forgotten...
didn't want to but he went
even he paid for the taxi.
The house was old,
walls with moldy designs
of endless years and slovenly dwellers.
He put the key in the door,
he entered, stopped in the center of the room,
there were ghosts in the attic he was sure.
He walked up the aisle, or down the aisle,
it matters little, he opened one, then another, door.
He breathed the spirits of the place,
felt penetrated, invaded,
souls and dust stuck to the nasal mucosa,
macabre sinusitis of forgotten...
#loneliness
#mirror
#memories #myself
#memories #myself
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PAR
Poem Published
20th Jan 2023 9:43pm
20th Jan 2023 9:43pm
Then Blood
for nights and nights along
I wandered without a guide
without guard without you
where were you I don't know
the cold you felt
did not cover
I try to guess
how did you survive
and I didn't find you
on landscaped balconies
or hotel lobbies
you watched me
I know in the moonlight
gloomy steeples
by the roadside
off the maps
buried ark of pirates
with your eyes fire
of fireworks
to explode in the skies
gray seas
that I sailed around you
in vain...
return to recipient
they all...
I wandered without a guide
without guard without you
where were you I don't know
the cold you felt
did not cover
I try to guess
how did you survive
and I didn't find you
on landscaped balconies
or hotel lobbies
you watched me
I know in the moonlight
gloomy steeples
by the roadside
off the maps
buried ark of pirates
with your eyes fire
of fireworks
to explode in the skies
gray seas
that I sailed around you
in vain...
return to recipient
they all...
#murder
#death
#mirror
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