Best Mirror Image Poems
"Mirror Image"
in the silent mirror a reflection of love stares
a glass figurine emoting radiance with savoir faire'.
a tender smile extends sweet thoughts to cherished hearts engraved
fashioned for Eternity to love on journey paved.
two lights illuminate to feed two souls once were starving
wallowing in Sun's warm glow while Destiny stood carving.
etching future memories lasting far beyond forever
complimenting in every way as words touched too deep to sever.
reflections often resonate both happiness and sorrow
yet, you remain my counterpart for each endless tomorrow.
from first breath to last we contemplate reflective view
believing in our "love story" prefacing with "I Love You".
*For Michael J. Falotico's "The Reflection Contest"
My face is not good but it is not bad
I love the man who looks back at me
Regardless of how I dress I am happy
Rich or poor I am what I am
Opinions are like a mirror
Reflecting my hopes and dreams
I am my reflection
Man in that mirror
Against the lighted background
God lifts my soul
Energizes me and helps me accept
I wait each moment
Making them count
Appalled by addiction
Gainfully I set each course
In touch with myself
Never without hope
End is nearly
Dead end
Trying a new form out. Hope you like
MIRROR IMAGE – Octogenarian plus
Now
Here he comes
Master of the mansion –
complete with wrinkles, gas, cataracts, arthritis –
His mental package stuck in 30s fashion
The first chore was getting out of bed
Getting straight
Then into his head
That dreams have been scorched by light of day
Talking to himself –
this type insanity impending –
With quiet, projective things to say -
like
about normal toiletry and medication
all protectively arranged –
Done!
Then what?
What indeed when highlight of the day is
Going to market
Slowly driving his car
Remembering where in hell he parked it
Cats, birds, squirrels his friends -
uncomplicated you see –
have become so dear, like family
During his daily nap
Whiskers snuggles under his arm
With Tabby and Sweet Puss on his lap
Ummmmmmmm?
Well?
There’s lots more to tell about his day
But
Oh, hell!
Forgot what I was going to tell!
By the way
What IS today?
LOOKING FOR YOUR MIRROR IMAGE CHUM,
MIRROR IMAGES DO REBOUND
THINKING SAME THOUGHTS RIGHT AROUND ,
TO FIND EM IS THE SUM,
SHE IS OUT THERE TWEEDLE DUM,
AWAITING FOR YOUR SOUND,
WITH HI=DE-HO N HUM....
FROM JOHNSON QUITE UNSOUND...
when I look
into the mirror
I see the inside
of me
Lines carved on ageing face
Skin starved of youthful grace
The sunlight mirrors an image
Upon the water's face
Of a woman of younger years
Is what the illusion so creates
Gone were the lines of aging
And the folds upon her face
Gone were the creases holding
All but the least had been erased
As her image vanished
Another lay just beyond
And soon came running into her arms
Was a small child of her young
If she had not reached the age of now
She wouldn't know of the younger one
So with a further hug she smiled and cried,
"At last, I hold the winning one!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
A Mirror Image
With my big mouth blowing in the breeze
Someone said shut it would you please
Why is it that you are not very bright?
And of everything start to loose sight.
Like winding up on a dead end street
Always though what seemed so neat
Is if my mailbox put in a mousetrap
And my postal person had a mishap.
Stole newspapers from off of a porch
Burned them up by applying a torch
And am not sure what it could cost
My money in stock market was lost.
Learned a few tricks of the trade
After up my bed was all now made
When I laid candy on my each sheet
Did have dreams which were so sweet.
Lastly, while it had been Halloween
Was in costume looking old and mean
Stared in mirror and what I saw
Looked just like my mother in law.
James Hilarious Nefarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Mirror Image
lake’s lacquered surface
and perfect stillness reveal
copper topped mountain
The little flower
Casts its shadow on the wall
Near the new greenhouse
The Mirror Image
When you look at the mirror
what do you see, a reflection
of yourself, it looks like you
and mimmicks your movements
but there is many real differences
firstly it has no life as we know it
and the image is an opposite to
yourself, the same only different
it has no intelligence and is a
prisoner in glass form but it
always gives you a true image
of yourself, it is akin to a shadow
that comes out during the day
and reflects at night by the light
of a street lamp. It is an aura that
will always be with you through life.
Written : 9th June 2013
above horizon
grace abounds abyss waters
whiff of coming storm
6/29/2017
She looks into the mirror and turns away. I can't stand looking at myself, my
beauty has gone away. No it hasn't the mirror image says. Look again at yourself,
You are as beautiful as a warm summer day. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You only get lovelier as you get older.
has always been a bone of contention
the way your eye lashes skim your face
are they your own or an acquired invention
no sign of an embarrassed blush can I trace
your teeth are like pearls
very old ones that have yellowed with age
a crimson red gash across your face
not suitable for a number one page
noticed a few more things that aren't right
your knees seem to knock as you walk
you might think I am being trite....yet
I also noticed that you stutter when you talk
are there assets I have missed
maybe you drool when you're kissed?
words used..... bone...eyelashes...teeth...knees...talk...drool...kissed
penned 9 Sept 2016
Old eyes searched a haunted image
With hands that shook he touched his face
Fearful he felt translucent skin
Like cling film wrapped on bone
Humbled he asked
'Who is this stranger?'.
Wait.....
I know this man I am sure I do
Time receded a blur
Friends from the past smiled in the beveled mirror
With hesitant hand, he touched yesterday.
Remembering...
Women with ivory shoulders
Pearls shimmering on beige lace
Red lips that kissed with ancient guile
Images teased his weary mind
While he searched the mirror for a forgotten face
'Who is this stranger?'