Best Mirrors Poems
Mirror mirrors show me mine,
reflect to me the pure divine~
If my view of you is clouded and dim,
I have thrown myself on the altar of sin~
If I perceive in your heart only darkness and death,
I have stolen the fragrance of Spirit’s sweet breath~
If beauty be seen and echoed through you,
my healing is sure and my vision so true~
If you unfold yourself and are open to me,
I will not mirror your lies or the guilt that you see~
If your mind filters not the depth of my story,
you will fall in my eyes and at once know your glory~
You will see the true purpose for the seeds you have sown~
You will witness the Divine in my eyes as your own~
How could I not know you, for I now see you clearly~?
How could I not hold you and love you so dearly~?
The illusion of borders between you and I
is the reason, the cause, and the root of the lie~
Copyright © Satprem 2015
I see myself in the words of the various poets
that live and breathe on PoetrySoup
It’s as if mirrors have been set up
amongst the several pens
Words of happiness, love and even despair
echos my feelings of my soul deep inside
When I read the vibrant prose
my heart grows hands and reaches out
acknowledging the weathered storm I hide
I love you all
each and every one dear poets
As you mirror me
may I mirror you alike
and we shall write in harmony
square of nine mirrors
admiring his reflection -
the kitten’s labyrinth
"Somewhere Safe Little Ghost, in your Mirrors"
You asked me,
what happens when we go -
then what next?
I replied to you,
“God, only knows, little ghost”.
You asked me,
“When you visit, after you go -
how will I know you’re there?’
I replied to you,
“Look for me
in your mirrors,
the windows to inside
never lie, little ghost.”
You asked me, then,
“What if I’m scared?
Will you visit me then?”
I replied,
“You won’t be scared.
You’ll be looking for me in everything,
you’ll know me inside out, by then.
I'll always be with you, I'll always be there."
Candide Diderot. ‘24
She saw her body, but could not see her soul
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
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Paul Callus ~ 5 th September 2014
Contest: Reflections of a Florette
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placing: 3rd
Why are you here?
said Jimi
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
You don't know what I saw!
said Izabella
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Have you heard about the wall?
said Pink
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Why did you kill them all?
said Jimi
In the Room Full of Mirrors.
Dedicated To Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd
Jimi Hendrix
1942-1970
R.I.P.
The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide
This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place
In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed
In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists
Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides
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Let's live in a fairytale,
you can chase away the dragons,
who's smoke breathes to life,
the nightmares in my dreams.
I can be your Princess,
You can hold me in your arms,
Like a Knight in shinning armor,
And hush away my screams.
No more wasted time,
with smoke and mirrors,
You're not a Court Jester,
lets speak the truth.
Will you say a sweet goodbye,
Or will you not shed a tear from your eye,
There's a dagger in my heart,
The icy pain is all I need for proof.
Diamond teardrops from my eyes,
Hurry dear, they say you must be quick,
To capture each before they dry,
The tears of when a Gypsy cries.
Are you, nothing more than a collector,
Do I hold no beauty in beggers clothes,
Lets face reality my love, you are no knight,
And neither a Prince if truth is to be told.
And I am no Princess,
Did I once have you fooled?
Though once we lived as such,
Our love has ever cooled.
Must I break through,
Past the freezing layers of your heart,
To see if the thought still pains you,
Of us being forever apart?
I must open my eyes,
And live in the truth,
That dragons do not exist,
And are just fiction of the soused.
You will not ever save me,
from their tongues of flame,
But burn me with your own,
And make me feel my shame.
You will not shield me,
from poisened arrows that fall,
but with the anger in your eyes,
I'll feel as if they've broken through the castle walls.
I was once, the Juliet,
That led you to your death,
Venom rampent through your veins,
Revenge seems to be your quest.
At each word you say,
It feels as though I'll die,
My heart breaks and shatters,
And you show no concern of why.
And yet at night you pull me close,
Whispering sweet nectar to me,
That makes me wonder,
Must we still live in their reality?
Is there hope left for our fairytale,
To have a happy end?
Love like a fairytale, or Harsh Reality,
No time left to pretend, I must know the end.
Apparitions behind every mottled rock.
Shaded countenance surreptitious like shadows.
Fractured slivers and fragments boast -
On wall, ceiling and floor.
Splattered drop cloth - reflective dread.
Fun house of Zeus,
The zigs and zags -
Thundering fakes, illuminated lies.
She claws her face.
Crags of wilderness.
Deep etched drama.
Whirlwind’s not glue.
One face.
One mirror.
Truth
"Broken Mirrors of Blue and Green"
There,
in the cracked reflection,
broken mirrors
shadow shades of
blue and green
There,
the true soul
is conjured,
twin seen
through
shadow shades of
blue and green
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Golden Green" / Agnes Obel
https://youtu.be/WRLVINLlEVE
Blue & Green
https://youtu.be/ubZhS-0l4wk
“I am not an angel,' I asserted;
'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect
nor exact anything celestial of me -
for you will not get it,
any more than I shall get it of you:
which I do not at all anticipate.”
(Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)
“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked,
while your own conscience approved of you
and absolved you from guilt,
you would not be without friends.”
(Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)
"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -
often an unconscious but still a faithful
interpreter - in the eye."
(Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)
“Good-night, my-"
He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.”
(Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)
1. "Golden Green" / Agnes Obel , Lyrics
https://genius.com/Agnes-obel-golden-green-lyrics
Two o'clock she hits me hard
I salute to another captain
look around and swallow hard
Not as hard as you leaving
hitting me straight between the eyes
stars spinning right after midnight
can't remember exactly why
Whispers filled the empty cauldron
along with a pint of homemade wine
life already was a struggle living
now what am I going to do with all this time
Whiskey glasses and bathroom mirrors
keep on holding back the cries
another pent up night in Georgia
running scared and telling lies
Come on back before the summer
when my troubles will be unclothed
sprinkle love upon these shoulders
before this man has decomposed
An unearthly fog thickens nocturnal’s peaceful aura.
Scents of lamenting petrichor mix with slick, decomposing leaves.
A disharmonious death knell calls to me,
Untying the red strings of fate from the celestial loom.
My heart weighs heavy against a faltering ribcage,
Standing in front of the wilderness of mirrors.
Disembodied voices duplicate—
Head spinning, whiplash ensues.
Reflections distorted, coated in soot—
I've become both saint and sinner.
Looking down at my hands, veins darken,
Burning from within—realization strikes:
I’m the ashes, the smudges obscuring judgment’s view.
In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects
In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects
rays that brighten the waning moon.
Life serenity, Nature's architects,
find thy grace equal its great boon.
Hold thy touch, for very few deserve
dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile.
Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves
thy laughter makes it all worthwhile.
Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads
longings to hear thee play and sing.
Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds
thy great heart forbids worshiping.
In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews.
All suffering from lonely blues.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017
(Sonnet)
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