Best Doppelganger Poems

As I was sitting in the park, one dark cloudy day, I was troubled in such a worrisome way.
My complicated life had me down, upon my face, a grimacing, tormented frown.
When I looked up, what I saw, was a stern faced clown, uninterested, suffused, withdrawn.
He...

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In dreams she reaches for me,
She is me and I am her;
We walk a cemetery,
And she leads the way.

We stand at a mossy tomb,
And I see my name engraved;
I am her and she is me,
But which is living.


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November 7, 2015

Dodoitsu...

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bright eyes gleaming with mischief
gentle compassionate views
determinedly ambitious
me sober and free

glazed eyes full of hate and fear
anger mixed with self pity
high drama - no coping skills
alcoholic me

 
Written 12/6/2015
 Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest by Alfred Vassallo
4th Place...

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If I had to say for sayings sake
Just because a friend wanted to know
If I was a dog, what kind would I make?
I don't like the heat so give me some snow

A Saint Bernard rescuing the stranded
seems my kind of a rural life
No big city...

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To be more like me and be less like you
I shall take off the mask of disguise
Bury them to the depths of oblivion
Extinguish them to the point of no return

I shall take off the mask of disguise
I shall take off the cloak of invisibility 
Extinguish...

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10-25-2012

He is my mental doppelgänger
His thoughts are one with mine
I can feel the words leave from his lips
Because I see them in my mind

All that talk of mixed emotions
Did not accompany my cries
Because I knew just what he needed
And what he needed was more time

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In the darkness she lies still, 
Her closed eyes do feel my stare
Each breath she takes fills my lungs
Her thoughts, our minds, run

Her fears flood right through my veins
She twitches and turns for me
She is me and I am her
Our hearts beat as one

02-12-2015...

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The doppelganger does exist
less than an inch from the skin
while at a distance that defines
a mirror set defying lies

without remorse of pleasantries
stacked upon the need to please
tearing down a false balm
constructed by safety’s calm

waiting for insanity
demanding dues of the will
impersonator that’s all too real
staking claims...

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I was once seen on one’s graveyard
Strumming an old guitar with a beer in one hand
I asked, “What was I wearing?”
“A clown’s”, the woman said, “and a cross lay flat on your chest.”

On a clowny day a white-clothed cried
“I think I saw you next to...

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Something extremely wicked tears
    at the very fabric and nature of his form.
Where he yearns hopefully for a small piece of demented sleep
    but his mind lies stripped and bare before the storm.

How does one combat such an insidious...

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That wasn't me,
it was her.
The Doppleganger
I concur.
Evil doings,
On the square
I promise,
I wasn't there....

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This tangible double of myself
I am angelic, she is demonic
Identical but with an eerie twist
My Ora is white and her's is black.
Am I glancing at my reflection?
No. For as I smile, her glare is blank.
The only luck she brings is bad
Driving me to shut her...

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From June to September
I cannot remember
A damn thing that I did
What took me over
Was a monster called Bipolar
Which escaped from the shadows where it hid

And to add to this schism
I was fighting alcoholism
A Demon that dwelled within
It took me over whole
Mind, body, and soul
And drove...

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It’s ten years later
I’ve finally hit paydirt
It’s the motherload

I didn’t strike gold
I struck a deal with myself
To help me grow old

Not act like a child
But first I had to grow up
And not act so wild

I’m stone cold sober
Bipolar under control
Mind, body and soul

Now I enjoy...

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The house is empty
Not a home now, just a house
Without you with me

Feels like a bad dream
From which I may not awake 
Forever it seems

Your chair is empty
Not there to sit next to me
Just me and TV

Perhaps you’ll come back
To be with me once again
After...

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