Poems About Mirrors Published by Members Recently Online
#mirror
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
Schizophrenia
There is a crack in my mind
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
#sadness
#loneliness
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
759 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
Schizophrenia
There is a crack in my mind
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
#sadness
#loneliness
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
759 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
Schizophrenia
There is a crack in my mind
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
#sadness
#loneliness
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
759 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
Schizophrenia
There is a crack in my mind
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
#sadness
#loneliness
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
759 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
planet Norway
Planet Norway calling
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
179 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
planet Norway
Planet Norway calling
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
179 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
planet Norway
Planet Norway calling
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
179 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
13th Aug 2023 10:19am
planet Norway
Planet Norway calling
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
We see a TV program from Norway, a smallish nation bent on becoming green, building windmills on top of mountains and in the sea, filling the landscape with rotating blades that have an annoying sound and does not make the famous landscape more prettier.
You see, to finance this dream of an unsullied nation at ease with itself, it has to sell polluting oil and gas by the tankers full and the more expensive the electric dream becomes, more oil and gas must be sold..
To reason to the leaders of this electric manic disorder, is impossible they act...
#money
#cars
#mirror #books
#mirror #books
179 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
46 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
46 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
46 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
46 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Mirrors Published by Members Recently Online
