Poems About Mirrors Published by Members Recently Online
#mirror
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 8:37am
31st Aug 2024 8:37am
A Masque of Glass
I always wear a masque of glass
still hoping that I might pass
for someone who belongs
still hoping that I might pass
for someone who belongs
#mirror
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5 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
462 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
462 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
462 reads
0 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
16th Dec 2020 9:00pm
Genesis of a Nemesis
Rock steady lady you my only successor..
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..
Feels like those three days of the condor.. Newscasters keep on knocking on my door..
All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..
Morning papers reading I am a warlord.. Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss..
Treasures in my...
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
462 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 10:53am
9th Aug 2021 10:53am
monochromatic me
melancholia flirts
by peeking
certain choice pieces
are strewn about
s c a t t e r e d
sloppy
consequences
kind of a willing
random absence
flashes of festering
wishes left silent
while a haggard heart
choice ignores
most attempts
heavy is this act
of maintaining
a cocoon-like
comfortability
where alone
is
proper function
perfecting the niche
>>of solitude<<
becoming
a...
by peeking
certain choice pieces
are strewn about
s c a t t e r e d
sloppy
consequences
kind of a willing
random absence
flashes of festering
wishes left silent
while a haggard heart
choice ignores
most attempts
heavy is this act
of maintaining
a cocoon-like
comfortability
where alone
is
proper function
perfecting the niche
>>of solitude<<
becoming
a...
#mirror
#NoPoo
540 reads
37 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
9th Aug 2021 10:53am
9th Aug 2021 10:53am
monochromatic me
melancholia flirts
by peeking
certain choice pieces
are strewn about
s c a t t e r e d
sloppy
consequences
kind of a willing
random absence
flashes of festering
wishes left silent
while a haggard heart
choice ignores
most attempts
heavy is this act
of maintaining
a cocoon-like
comfortability
where alone
is
proper function
perfecting the niche
>>of solitude<<
becoming
a...
by peeking
certain choice pieces
are strewn about
s c a t t e r e d
sloppy
consequences
kind of a willing
random absence
flashes of festering
wishes left silent
while a haggard heart
choice ignores
most attempts
heavy is this act
of maintaining
a cocoon-like
comfortability
where alone
is
proper function
perfecting the niche
>>of solitude<<
becoming
a...
#mirror
#NoPoo
540 reads
37 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 1:26am
1st Dec 2023 1:26am
reflections upon childhood
a nine year old boy
only looks in the mirror
to comb his hair
because his mother
says he should,
but he doesn’t care
only looks in the mirror
to comb his hair
because his mother
says he should,
but he doesn’t care
#mirror
157 reads
2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
19th Jul 2018 8:32pm
19th Jul 2018 8:32pm
eighth sphere
Decentre' of time will shift 51* then 51 shifts away from a center'
Center' of the great wheel we open a door of seven to decentre'
.......
Mind' is sore for the sight making as making a sight for sore eyes'
Eyes' on a light that is feeling as it feels like a light on your mind'...
Time' not from steps to God as a M point God steps from no time'
Time' rhythm to rhyme that makes a new rhyme to rhythm time'
.......
Enter' a new circumference soul the circumference a new center'
Center' the time travel keys tuned to keys that time travel...
Center' of the great wheel we open a door of seven to decentre'
.......
Mind' is sore for the sight making as making a sight for sore eyes'
Eyes' on a light that is feeling as it feels like a light on your mind'...
Time' not from steps to God as a M point God steps from no time'
Time' rhythm to rhyme that makes a new rhyme to rhythm time'
.......
Enter' a new circumference soul the circumference a new center'
Center' the time travel keys tuned to keys that time travel...
#mirror
#philosophical
667 reads
2 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
19th Jul 2018 8:32pm
19th Jul 2018 8:32pm
eighth sphere
Decentre' of time will shift 51* then 51 shifts away from a center'
Center' of the great wheel we open a door of seven to decentre'
.......
Mind' is sore for the sight making as making a sight for sore eyes'
Eyes' on a light that is feeling as it feels like a light on your mind'...
Time' not from steps to God as a M point God steps from no time'
Time' rhythm to rhyme that makes a new rhyme to rhythm time'
.......
Enter' a new circumference soul the circumference a new center'
Center' the time travel keys tuned to keys that time travel...
Center' of the great wheel we open a door of seven to decentre'
.......
Mind' is sore for the sight making as making a sight for sore eyes'
Eyes' on a light that is feeling as it feels like a light on your mind'...
Time' not from steps to God as a M point God steps from no time'
Time' rhythm to rhyme that makes a new rhyme to rhythm time'
.......
Enter' a new circumference soul the circumference a new center'
Center' the time travel keys tuned to keys that time travel...
#mirror
#philosophical
667 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 11:42pm
29th Aug 2024 11:42pm
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
152 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 11:42pm
29th Aug 2024 11:42pm
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
152 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Mirrors Published by Members Recently Online
