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
30th Apr 2023 8:52am
30th Apr 2023 8:52am
Heart Compass
Heart that doesn't beat
paced and fast.
No rhythm and no rush.
Pass as you pass
quiet in front of me
without looking back!
Love that passes without a right step.
Uncertain love of uncertain step.
Rushed and rushed and rushed!
Love without pity or compassion.
Love that tears the heart.
If I asked you would you bring
your arms to the balcony?
If so! It comes very slowly.
We meet, then, in the middle, in the jump...
Maybe when we get to that temperature
in which the volatile becomes solid!
And...
paced and fast.
No rhythm and no rush.
Pass as you pass
quiet in front of me
without looking back!
Love that passes without a right step.
Uncertain love of uncertain step.
Rushed and rushed and rushed!
Love without pity or compassion.
Love that tears the heart.
If I asked you would you bring
your arms to the balcony?
If so! It comes very slowly.
We meet, then, in the middle, in the jump...
Maybe when we get to that temperature
in which the volatile becomes solid!
And...
#lust
#mirror
#myself
#passion
#obsession
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 1:14pm
28th Apr 2023 1:14pm
hand to mouth
shuffled
the hand touches
and turns
a card
where nobody
reads the future
a card
that doesn't say anything
incomprehensible images
silent words
in the spaces
between the teeth
the hand shakes
with the card
the card
quietly
handed out
like a fan
the hand touches
and turns other cards
but the hand
knows nothing
about what they say
the cards.
annunciation
closed word
broken window
thrush wing
sling stone
facade stone
late word
window ...
the hand touches
and turns
a card
where nobody
reads the future
a card
that doesn't say anything
incomprehensible images
silent words
in the spaces
between the teeth
the hand shakes
with the card
the card
quietly
handed out
like a fan
the hand touches
and turns other cards
but the hand
knows nothing
about what they say
the cards.
annunciation
closed word
broken window
thrush wing
sling stone
facade stone
late word
window ...
#mirror
#dialogue
#myself
#philosophical
#passion
162 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 1:38pm
27th Apr 2023 1:38pm
run in circles
Half turn half turn
I've been thinking of a way
and a circle came to me...
running in circles
I circled around you
round as I could be...
No edges to prune me
Just bend over to dizzy your feet...
lick the floor
create links
and thinking of a way
my head is spinning
Wheel of don't leave, spins of don't fall,
stingray tail that becomes fashionable
I invite you to a party
and what's left, fuck it
in a circle, in a circle... why the fuck?
that is good even if it is bad
bad given?...
I've been thinking of a way
and a circle came to me...
running in circles
I circled around you
round as I could be...
No edges to prune me
Just bend over to dizzy your feet...
lick the floor
create links
and thinking of a way
my head is spinning
Wheel of don't leave, spins of don't fall,
stingray tail that becomes fashionable
I invite you to a party
and what's left, fuck it
in a circle, in a circle... why the fuck?
that is good even if it is bad
bad given?...
#spring
#mirror
#myself
#MovingOn
#philosophical
232 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Apr 2023 4:50pm
26th Apr 2023 4:50pm
Beyond
I felt his back in my hands.
I felt his hands in my back.
I felt...
he felt
back.
PAR
I felt his hands in my back.
I felt...
he felt
back.
PAR
#love
#erotic
#mirror
#myself
#emotions
334 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Apr 2023 10:59am
25th Apr 2023 10:59am
Trumpet Solo
My kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for an implement, a machete, a cotton swab!
Reliquary of the flame like a sword rumbling in the firmament!
Onion rings for royal engagement party and battling justs nobody is going to watch on television.
American fairy stories with no princesses or kisses that remain asleep forever in oblivious reigns.
Bishop to queen four... But no furr will be allowed cause the stationary cat is still allergic and so and so and so on.
Alberta lost her red glittery shoe while flying to Havana, Alberta does not leave...
Reliquary of the flame like a sword rumbling in the firmament!
Onion rings for royal engagement party and battling justs nobody is going to watch on television.
American fairy stories with no princesses or kisses that remain asleep forever in oblivious reigns.
Bishop to queen four... But no furr will be allowed cause the stationary cat is still allergic and so and so and so on.
Alberta lost her red glittery shoe while flying to Havana, Alberta does not leave...
#mirror
#funny
#myself
205 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Apr 2023 11:47pm
24th Apr 2023 11:47pm
Unfolding
the flowers wither
by the wayside
just to remind myself
that I love you
the glaciers melt
slowly
just to remind myself
that I love you
a poet recites
in an inaudible voice
a new poem
just to remind myself
that I love you
your desperate nakedness
got tattooed
to the skin of the mirror
just to remind myself
that I love you
your voice verb
of a non-existent god
forgotten reverberates
on the walls
just to remind myself
Gioconda launches
her look scattered
for the...
by the wayside
just to remind myself
that I love you
the glaciers melt
slowly
just to remind myself
that I love you
a poet recites
in an inaudible voice
a new poem
just to remind myself
that I love you
your desperate nakedness
got tattooed
to the skin of the mirror
just to remind myself
that I love you
your voice verb
of a non-existent god
forgotten reverberates
on the walls
just to remind myself
Gioconda launches
her look scattered
for the...
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#passion
187 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Apr 2023 11:22am
24th Apr 2023 11:22am
The Moonlight in Paulo's Eyes
the eyes, always the eyes,
in pairs or bundles
so wet eyes.
the eyes that sometimes open
are so blind they only see the light
and forget the shadow
and its mysteries
that bask in the shadow of eyelashes
waiting for the brightness of others.
that like mirrors reflect
our existence
female eyes despising what they have
male eyes desiring what they see.
eyes changed like loves
sinful eyes
eyes that covet
eyes that cry
blind as the passions
eyes that...
in pairs or bundles
so wet eyes.
the eyes that sometimes open
are so blind they only see the light
and forget the shadow
and its mysteries
that bask in the shadow of eyelashes
waiting for the brightness of others.
that like mirrors reflect
our existence
female eyes despising what they have
male eyes desiring what they see.
eyes changed like loves
sinful eyes
eyes that covet
eyes that cry
blind as the passions
eyes that...
#mirror
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6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2023 10:20am
23rd Apr 2023 10:20am
Blame it on me
I love to see you
I love undoing entries
I love to see everything undo
I love substitutes
I love building denominations
I love giving substance to words
I love the silence of speeches
and adverbs that are in fashion
like quilt borders
I love not using adjectives
and shallow shady yellows
I love a non-transhumanity
given to the unknown.
PAR
I love undoing entries
I love to see everything undo
I love substitutes
I love building denominations
I love giving substance to words
I love the silence of speeches
and adverbs that are in fashion
like quilt borders
I love not using adjectives
and shallow shady yellows
I love a non-transhumanity
given to the unknown.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2023 10:01am
23rd Apr 2023 10:01am
Vision
He wasn't special at all
but he had this personal taste
to pluck out the eyes of flies.
The flies by their side
saw no acceptable reasons
for the execution of such.
Nothing special.
Not talkative.
Not mischievous.
But he was excellent
in surgical execution
of the eye removal
of dipterous insects.
You opened the blue
with your clouded look.
It was lightning and stuff
that no one would remember.
This skinny city
drank your blood
and spit clouds
through the chimneys.
...
but he had this personal taste
to pluck out the eyes of flies.
The flies by their side
saw no acceptable reasons
for the execution of such.
Nothing special.
Not talkative.
Not mischievous.
But he was excellent
in surgical execution
of the eye removal
of dipterous insects.
You opened the blue
with your clouded look.
It was lightning and stuff
that no one would remember.
This skinny city
drank your blood
and spit clouds
through the chimneys.
...
#music
#mirror
#myself
#mythology
#mystery
204 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 6:22pm
22nd Apr 2023 6:22pm
Theseus and the Minotaur
the taut thread
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
#conflict
#mirror
#myself
#mythology
#tragedy
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1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 12:12pm
21st Apr 2023 12:12pm
Promontory
For time it doesn't matter
the wrinkles that the old man has.
Time is so much older than the most
old of all men.
…
And again the old man thinks of his
moments told and tells stories
of a clean past time.
...
Dishes washed in the passing river
that only happens once
in the same place!
…
Place it is supposed to in time.
Stay - no - pass.
The old man simply caresses the marks
that time has dug into him and into his skin.
...
Like the insistent wind that rips
The tough rock face.
The old man is a...
the wrinkles that the old man has.
Time is so much older than the most
old of all men.
…
And again the old man thinks of his
moments told and tells stories
of a clean past time.
...
Dishes washed in the passing river
that only happens once
in the same place!
…
Place it is supposed to in time.
Stay - no - pass.
The old man simply caresses the marks
that time has dug into him and into his skin.
...
Like the insistent wind that rips
The tough rock face.
The old man is a...
#mirror
#humankind
#myself
#aging
#philosophical
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2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
19th Apr 2023 3:08pm
19th Apr 2023 3:08pm
Memory Portrait
dare you to paint
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#philosophical
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