Mirror Poems | Examples of Mirror Poetry

The poetic image is not an echo of the past. On the contrary: through the brilliance of any image, the distant past resounds with echoes. – Gaston Bachelard If memories invade souls and minds, and mirrors reflect perception, it must follow that whispers reach into our psyche, replaying aural collages that echo of distant past....

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I scrubbed the shame from under my fingernails, as if guilt could be washed like dirt. Cold showers never baptized the ache; just gave it discipline, a neat little collar for the beast inside. They called me godly. I stood on pulpits of silence, hiding my hard truths in folded hands and stitched lips. “Virtue,” I said once, like it was a sword I...

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the daybreak shatters silent mirror gazes at clouds flowered brook echoes....

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that...

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that know, In...

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One day, the mirror didn't show me my face, but a universe hidden beneath my eyelids, A version no one meets, a world of public smiles and hidden wounds, Held together by deep silences and storms of anger, a thousand unspoken words like lonely stars, The mirror didn't ask how I was, but painted my nights when I...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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It could be the shadows you are hearing, Every evening they grow Longer, darker, Until They devour themselves To become the night. We are all shadows shouting As the night approaches Thinking we are fooling the foolish Thinking we were right. Below the surface… Hoping we were right. ...

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I’ve never wanted to grow up. I’ve always been the girl who sighed At birthday candles instead of making wishes. The girl who whispered, “Wow… another year,” Like time was something cruel, Not a gift. The girl who stared out car windows And thought, “I wish time would slow down.” “I want to be 12 again.” I missed being small. I missed the color of childhood— Not just...

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Before the emergence of consciousness, we were a reflection of God. Afterward, unable to perceive identity through internal reflection, God became a reflection of us; Consciousness splitting the mirror - Two hemispheres asking: “Who are you?” 'but no mirror can reflect itself— so in the fracture, identity becomes alienate, externalized, some "Other". Yet, even in this exile, our human identity remains, only a single facet...

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i look in the mirror but i don’t see me i see a clearer version of someone people want me to be i view them as fake while im the one trying to take their son by dressing different acting different just so i can be liked while, in reality— do i even like myself? if i’m doing all this just to get a goodnight kiss is my soulmate...

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She smiled, The kind that fits Like fine porcelain On polished shelves. She added the sugar, Asked about the day, But folded her voice Into careful pleats. No one noticed, The twitch in her hand, How the tea danced Before the quick sips. She laughed, But her breath shook, Like windows trembling Before the wind. Even the mirror, Cracked behind her veil Dared not speak Of the quiver it caught. She kept it hidden, Polished with...

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A cycle is a circles reflection, Heading in it's intended direction, A repeating projection, Dissecting each section, A careful progression, Creating perfection, Repeating, Needing no correction, The cycle a reflection, A connection you can't see, Energy exists eternally, Circling internally Running through each entity, Life was meant to be, Expressions of the Galaxy Experiencing our own reality, Growing a...

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The only thing worse than getting lost in the dark, is getting lost in the light you’ve mistaken for your own reflection. A window says “see through.” A mirror says “see you.” And this life… It’ll getcha if you start reflecting. The serpent? He works in a mirror factory. A place where every thought bounces off another, until the original feeling can’t find its...

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I found you not in light, but in shadow’s breath— A whisper etched in realms that outlive death. We never touched — and yet, you shiver still, Each time I breathe across the void’s cold will. You speak in silence, I bleed without a trace, In the blackened pulse where heartbeats lose their place. Ours is a love not scribed by...

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