Popular Poems About Mirrors
#mirror
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 9:32am
9th Mar 2025 9:32am
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hey babe
there is a
difference
between
BAR
n
BRA
...totally
different meaning
totally different words
with same alphabets
but
yaaa
I
can take off
my BRA in the BAR
n can show
my ample
milky boobies...
can you do that??
when the world
gets dark n lonely
i became a candle,
wrapped with red velvet,,
to burn in someone's fire...
can you do that??
babe...
don't make yourself a fool
be...
there is a
difference
between
BAR
n
BRA
...totally
different meaning
totally different words
with same alphabets
but
yaaa
I
can take off
my BRA in the BAR
n can show
my ample
milky boobies...
can you do that??
when the world
gets dark n lonely
i became a candle,
wrapped with red velvet,,
to burn in someone's fire...
can you do that??
babe...
don't make yourself a fool
be...
#anger
#mirror
138 reads
9 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
116 reads
10 Comments
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
90 reads
10 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 12:31pm
30th Mar 2025 12:31pm
shadow self
when night swallows our shadows
holding them hostage
returning them only in daylight
it's a reminder
half of what we are...
..is dark
all smiles under sun's rays
trying to hide the unwanted aspect
& there it is
plain as the nose on your face
following you everywhere
constantly changing shape
stretching & condensing
putting on weight
just trying to fit
into your falsely defined space
as you stuff it further down
lying to yourself...
more than anyone else
...
holding them hostage
returning them only in daylight
it's a reminder
half of what we are...
..is dark
all smiles under sun's rays
trying to hide the unwanted aspect
& there it is
plain as the nose on your face
following you everywhere
constantly changing shape
stretching & condensing
putting on weight
just trying to fit
into your falsely defined space
as you stuff it further down
lying to yourself...
more than anyone else
...
#honesty
#humankind
#inspirational #mirror
#inspirational #mirror
101 reads
8 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
89 reads
6 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
87 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:18pm
Yesterday 2:18pm
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
38 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 11:52pm
24th Mar 2025 11:52pm
Myth Haikus
Thoth
Scroll of stars unfolds,
wisdom flows through measured time.
Eye records it all.
Gilgamesh
Walls rise to the sky,
friendship forged, yet doomed to fade.
Mortals seek their name.
Tupã
Thunder splits the night,
roaring whispers through the storm.
Creation takes breath.
Amaterazu
Hidden in her cave,
sunlight fades, the world grows cold.
Hope draws her to dance.
Shango
Drums thunder the sky,
lightning splits the heavens wide. ...
Scroll of stars unfolds,
wisdom flows through measured time.
Eye records it all.
Gilgamesh
Walls rise to the sky,
friendship forged, yet doomed to fade.
Mortals seek their name.
Tupã
Thunder splits the night,
roaring whispers through the storm.
Creation takes breath.
Amaterazu
Hidden in her cave,
sunlight fades, the world grows cold.
Hope draws her to dance.
Shango
Drums thunder the sky,
lightning splits the heavens wide. ...
#culture
#mirror
#mythology
#religion
#tradition
68 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
106 reads
2 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
57 reads
4 Comments
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