Mirror Poems | Examples of Mirror Poetry

When a rare crescent comes to be, Moon’s silver so scant comes to be. From love no fragrance comes to be, So often foul scent comes to be. No use digging into the past, Nigh but wry repent comes to be. Break no mirror to pry look in, What has for long meant comes to be. If ye look...

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I bid love's mirror fond adieu but saw it gazing back at you my face framed in your iris' flecked with gold ... I dared to press your lips...

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A black girls stance on self love Is one not often understood One that take years of healing One that understands the process of feeling Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum The relationship between a black girl and herself Is one not...

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In halls where silence once held sway, A storm did breach the calm of day. A voice, unbidden, harsh and cold, Unfurled its tale, its judgment bold. It spoke of faults unseen, unfound, Its echoes spread, a bitter sound. No evidence to back its claim, Yet still it sought to tarnish name. The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed, By words that in the shadows...

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Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: "heart sets up a vibration echoing as wordless intent mind translates in symbols flight of our soul’s ascent is intent then a stirring of soul with God, conferring" *************** Before tenacity sets off its...

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You're ever at my beck and call – Perfection reflected from my mirror. On a sail ~ A voyage that carries off my challenges. All my sorrows and sadness ~ Locked away in your jail, The yashmak of my despairs and desperation, Along with all my worries and wailing. Yet eye-service lurks beneath the veil....

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A battered pier glass, the length of a running lightning, The width of a Caesarean window, And next to an agelong, framed Daguerreotype, lies face down across A musty room. Shafts and rods of robust sunlight from cracks and holes Make it less dingy. The smell of arrogant tobacco haunts the breath From the shattered floor tiles to the somnolent ceiling. Shards and smithereens,...

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I am the mirror of truth I am the reflection of accountability That will show the shards of what is, not what's not I will reflect their own darkness back at them So they can feel an ounce of the pain we suffered through To confront the truth of their own inferiority And be trapped in a room full...

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I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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ghostly visitor ancient beveled looking glass ominous feeling...

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I have lost, what I need Losing all that I need to believe I am cold, I can’t breathe I’ll do all that I need to succeed I’ve become what I hate I am losing my soul While I stray from the path Everything that I’ve known This is all a mistake This is out of control As I stray from the...

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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me; I see who I used to be. A little lost girl who was so abused and so misused, so ashamed of who she was, so helpless and so selfless. Yet somehow, she refused to give in...refused to give up on life. Even though she tried. She used her books to...

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In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts, I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness, is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind? Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes. It is here, right now, in every breath...

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Africa, the land of first breath, Where the sun kissed the soil and diamonds wept from the womb of the earth. A continent dressed in gold and green, Where rivers write scriptures and mountains sing freedom. You gave birth to the world — and the world gave you shackles. Your lakes are endless, your waters fresh and sacred, Your belly pregnant...

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Hello friends, makeup is a skillful art, Do you agree or not, it is real, ...

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