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Wipe Your Mirror by Wardlow, Christian
The Girl In The Mirror by Hons, Christina
A Mirror Image by Tesfaye, Haile
Forced to Face the Mirror by Leigh, Kristi
- Life Behind The Mirror - by Andresen, Anne Lise
The Lady in the Mirror by Cheeves-Whitney, Joyce
My Mirror by Reeves, Terry
Mirror Deceits, When You Look In It by nair, sadashivan

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Touch Me

"In Touch With Myself"

I can't seem to find her
The reminder of yesterday
I shut my eyes for a few seconds
Only there, can I reach to bear upon her face
The moment I open my eyes
The earth opens and she disappears
Every now and then
Darkness takes form around the blank wall
It brings out a long lost silhouette.
-I inhale a small desire, 
reaching and tracing every line left behind.

I Just can't seem to reach her
The girl drowning deep inside
I turn around to look and feel no one by my side
It's been long since she slowly faded away
I gaze into the mirror and miss her every day
For one second past,
I swear she was there.

Lately, I can't seem to find her
That girl I was before
Empty feelings continue to lounge about
Rejecting yesterday away.
-Honestly, I don't know why I bother,
holding on to somebody that is no longer there?

By:PD

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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~

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A Heart Lay Broken

A spirit flies alone there's no love true without saying goodbye 
soul searching deeply without sacrifice your gone 
walking golden sands inside the heart all wars are won 

Hand in hand slowly strolls on golden sands footprints left
as you're daylight played warm tricks our destiny ties us beyond
put under one spell lost in lonely you one beautiful memory

Drowning inside your Heaven drifting faraway tears
to hear the winds breathless whisper softly howls out your name
holding you dream magic as your voice enters feelings flow 

An aura of beauty appeared within reality coloring a rainbow
or was it just a figment of imagination never existing
strung along believing in something real 

Salted from the deep ocean waves crashing currents 
rising emotions turning tides weeping is it wrong for me in the scrapyard 
among'st twisted metal to want to hold you love one last time


(Terza Rima in unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
 



















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Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting



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Lost In Love

Holding you inside one fragile beautiful flower blossoming dream
Sweet you are my love painting words breathtaking within all wishes

Silvery streak of moonlight shimmering a star 
only now I read between the lines trailing thoughts 

How can you ask someone to stop loving without care 
an impossible task even for the hardest of hearts  

If I were the last person on this planet sunshine through clouds 
that's how it draws to me you're asking me not to love you 

Misery likes company cuts deeper than a knife wounds beauty
never was the answer to love in our friendships face

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Spiritual Moment

“Mystic Moment with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and see.

The child I was today is the reflection of you tomorrow.
The ideas of different skies drifted off without sorrow.

I am the good the bad, and the ugly…
A song permitting retrospection to delay the same face with yesterday’s glee.

From moon to admirable moon;
The dignity of holding the same tune.

I am the swan that swims through your veins.
You are what swim’s through my moods and rain.

The miracle of our heritage echoed so far away. 
Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay.

An unknown look strays outside the window.
Behind the gates, that leads into tomorrow’s limbo.’

A mirage of turning around and seeing nobody but you and me.
Mystic moments that attract other moments of originality.

A dream that speaks about the image of my new beginning.
My courage polishes off the mirror image of a falling stars ending 
You are the beating pulse that resides on the inside and outside of my being. 

“You are the REFLECTION of my spiritual place”





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My weakness

        GOD

Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this?
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow?
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes, I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
I ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?

By:PD

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Lost in a dream

You are so very beautiful darling 
behind the mirror a soul sings 
stirring hotly emotional feelings 
how the passion burns flower of flowers 
regal crowning desires petals touching 

Silken lips purse blushing one rose holding 
sunshine beams inside warm fingers of light 
Stroking hair gently halo radiating chords deeply dance 
looking into jewels of a treasure gem shines 
gifted I am to have met your beautiful soul 

Over and over in the heart skips 
beams jumping over the moon silver whispers 
silently makes love to you in every single thought 
hot sexy kissing every inch nibbling 
within the deepest love inside loving

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Mirrors

I hold your hands as face to face
We dare to look but not embrace
With mirrored thoughts we come to grips
The eyes make up for silent lips
They are reflecting both our hearts as pulses race

----------------------------------------
Paul Callus ~ 5 th September 2014 
Contest: Reflections of a Florette
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 3rd

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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

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MIRROR

Looking from within
      Old shell feeling tired and thin
            Old soul face old sins.











*Inspired by recent readings of Old Soul poetry


Kim Patrice Nunez
February 09, 2015

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Fall Down Together Love

Ruby all boils down 
to you in every dream hot
one vision cannot shake free 

Visiting center 
nerve glows of everlasting
beauty flowering blossoms
 
Singing jewel gem 
voice of a sweet angel kiss 
eyes faraway mystery 

Rose your soft petals 
touch the deepest chambers 
swept away ocean tides wave
 
Pearl of the deep sea 
crowning queen between two 
shells holding such rare color love
embracing ring one daisy 

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Unthankful

All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
 
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly

I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank

My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed

If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near

I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!

So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot

From this nightmare, I thankfully awake 
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!

I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.


This poem was inspired by my brother Roy. 
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said 
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!

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Singing Blue Blazes

As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove 
 
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems 
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly my dream

Birds singing freely dawning tunes deep heartfelt desire  
you are amazing one faraway flame kissing beats on fire

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An Actor's Mirror

              

                    A narcissist, love life action,
                    practiced lines,amass passion.
                    Lives numerous dramatic mimes,
                    Prisons expression for dimes.
              Shimmering Mirror, a prismatic diffraction.



For Contest:-Reflections Of A Florette
Subject:-Mirror
Date:-September 1,2014
Sponsored by:- Nette Onclaud
Poet:- Chelsea Chords

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Reflection

   You stare back at me with a heavy heart
Eyes moistened with dismay
   As clear as glass, you're humbled
Behind this mirror you'll stay

   I too stare back with resentment and shame
Why must you stalk me so
   If the world were blind, you would cease to exist
Only then would others know

   You steal my identity and rob me of power
You brand my very being
   Telling my story as if it were your own
Blinding all hearts from seeing

   One day I will break free of your chains
You will realize your worth
   Your grave will reside beneath this glass
While I will flee this earth

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Beauty Within

    I can see
a beautiful soul
 lies within me.
    Therefore,
    no mirror
   can reflect
who I really am.







 
For Giorgio Veneto's contest - "Laconic Verse"


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An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.

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The Old Man In The Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass
Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown
More and more each day, each hour
Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles
Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life
Now it lays stagnant and lost
It has the memories of its youth
Doing this that that man can only now remember
Wrinkles took so long to show
Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is
Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned
They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging
Some called them badges of honor
I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me
I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety
That old man looking back at me has lived a full life
Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror
Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit
I look at the old man in the mirror 
I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes
I see each and every wrinkle
I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life

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A Zulu Warrior

Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior Staring back from the mirror in the morning! A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude Obscenities flying out without warning Crabbing bout having to make a living But enjoying all the many accoutrements If it wasn't that, it'd be something else People just love to complain and vent A shower and shave, you're almost human Not one person will ever suspect That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe Was a coworker of great respect Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior Staring back from the mirror in the morning! © Jack Ellison 2012

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The Boy

~THE  BOY~        

I can not see the boy..
I can not feel the boy..
The boy who stands in front of me..
I want to open his eyes!
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
"HE'S ALL ALONE!"
I see pass his lies!
Surrounded by the stupidity of everyone..
Indulged by the sea ~ Of only me
He sees no waves ~ He feels no waves

This boy can not see me..
This boy can not feel me..
This boy who holds me in his arms..
Screams are hidden in the corners of my mind..
I do not wants to be seen..
He does not want to be felt..
Sadly I found him ~ and he found me
I use to refused at every opportune moment
Slightly in one fall
He fell ~ I fell
In front, is all i'm left to say..
The mirror he blocked
The mirror I blocked
We both look in ~
The vision ~ only goes one way
With my broken heart
With his broken smile
We gazes at the world around,
and realizes it has no eyes..
Selfish pride ~ Selfish needs
Life has been broken
"SO MANY TIMES!"
"SO MANY TIMES!"
He chooses not to care
I choose not to see
Some where in there I loath love,
and still he took me and shook me..
He made me see ~

But still  I choose not to see
I will never win!
That boy  took me by surprise,
and yet he's the one that opened my eye's
INSTEAD!

by; p.d.

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My Bathroom Mirror

My bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and forces me to stare in the face
the cards I have been dealt but cannot change
I am not vain, but the bathroom mirror
believes that I am, prodding my esteem
with it's taunting illusion of superficial
desires and making me sick with longing
for all the things I do not have

Frowns furrow into my brow
and once carefree features twist
with violent acknowledgement
that I cannot go back and undo the undone
the bathroom mirror plays tricks on us all
waiting for those quiet moments
when we doubt ourselves and resolve
to change who we are entirely

But we would not have got this far
in life without being ourselves
and the bathroom mirror is a terror
that reflects back regret
and long lost dreams
failures and good times lost
the bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and that's why I rarely look at it.
 

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Prison

I built a fortress inside my mind,
Never to be hurt, never to be harmed,
Inside these prison walls is a beast I've unleashed.
This beast is the darkness that grips my mind, 
He control my darkest fears.
Some say he is a demon, but he is my mind.

I deserve hell.
To burn forever.Let the torment begin,
I've been chained to this wall screaming for help, 
But I've built this prison, out of my sins.
What did I do to deserve this torment?
Never to be loved, never comforted,
I hear in my head "You reap what you sow".

I've reaped devastation. This is my legacy, 
Continuing my father's sins, 
Cursed to die, but I cannot give,
I will not give in nor surrender.

My chains unlock when I step up,
My blood runs cold and black from sin.
Now for the first time I see my face
in the mirrors I've destroyed.

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What gladdens the heart

Flavor in my mind is the one in my garden-
Fragrance of yellow rose that mirrors what gladdens.

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THE MIRROR WORLD

Oh in the mirror world, she dances on a stag all her own,
A reflected ballerina, stepping ever lightly in the shaded
Silhouettes of yesterday, twin figures of elegance, neither
Realizing that they are one in the same, identity thieves.
Beguiling the shimmering images standing in illusions rippling
Glass, touch each other, yet they are the untouchables double.
Blissfully the maiden trips the light fantastic, as inspirations long
Lost muse, hidden beneath self-doubt and pains anguish, the opposite
Refuses to except that these two reflections of inspiration are one in the same.
Dearest Lady of wisdom's clarity let the clear waters of clarification flow, as
A soft streams miracle in faith’s river conjoins at the mighty delta’s edge.
In the framed rippling pools of frozen pains separation, it is the liquid
Of realism that combines thee, defines thee and unites thee as one whole
Being let these two timeless dancers of inspiration merge as one whole.
Beauty does wait in inspirations chamber to be set free, embrace her
And allow your wings of the imagination to soar again amongst the heights.
Beyond celled barriers of your past mistakes, for they do not define the artist,
The future of this mistress of poetic artistry, must waltz in sync with her spiritual
Kindred, whom dwells beyond the looking glass, in the realm of wonderland.
Oh sweet Alice just place your fingertips upon the thy side, reach through the
Tides of separation let the waves of truth wash over thee, and with tenderness
She’ll grasp at thy inner soul, softly uniting these torn images of the lost, as one
Dancer waltzing, in unisons divine musical tune, in harmonious rheum.
The breeze of life is a timeless unique spiritual adventure, each paths step must
Be experienced alone by the traveler, through the harshness of the winds of
Destiny we must walk alone, yet behind us are others waiting to help thee along,
But few realize this practice of faith’s devotion, for within each single step taken,
Another walks and his is the miracle of our salvation, and preservation.
Let the rock of truth shatter the glass of resistance, for dearest child of inspiration,
You are not alone to pick of the pieces of these shards remains,  for we feel the
Sting of your crystal tear drops , and are willing to help wipe them asunder, with
Loving wings of friendship, always.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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