Mirror Poems | Examples of Mirror Poetry

Mirror Mirror everywhere Large Small and Pale None it spares from the critiques of its glare Mirror, Mirror, it Surrounds me from everywhere Like Im in a mirror maze, growing inside, in layer Waiting for my death, I am stranded there Quietly it creeps upon me, taking thousand form Pieces of my few thousand years, becomes the norm Where should I run?...

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cold moon… trouble me not with your naked eye dark tears of light you liquefy and bathe in blood slow western crawl capture breath upon god’s wall a winter’s river sweet black as stone in me your darkness flows alone dispossession life is war an unsound calm defines your core so out of place we wander wane the scent of...

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In the quiet morning light, for the first time, I truly gazed into the mirror, What I saw was unrecognisable, I must confess I was close to it but had to draw closer still, I was surprised to see a jigsaw of times past. Once a canvas, unmarked, Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons learnt and experiences...

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Sometimes it seems as if life is a wilderness of mirrors, the mirror being how you appear in someone's eyes I can tell when someone just doesn't get me and has no desire to get to know me better, it shows in their eyes, but I can also tell when I connect with someone and the reflection of myself...

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the moral landscape changes with new blood surfacing amplifying the flaws inherent in the collective psyche my ingrained prejudices bubble to the surface harming my interaction with my fellow man disagreeing with my elders ancient scripts based upon oral traditions faithfully handed down and embroidered upon to suit the occasion holding a mirror up to my heart I had to distil my own truth I refrained...

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amid muck and mire of a storm swamp ~ shadows dance below chartreuse skies mirrors labyrinth stifles our souls quest; holding reflections of lovelorn dreams, maxims and myths that fall may wreck hearts ...and hope blooms as a fuchsia rose under rain; where valiant words weave in the wind ~ skirmishing to stave off light catharsis, a guiding star illuminates raw pathways; In the mirror, viewing my...

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she used to shrink inside her own skin wore doubt like a coat stitched too thin but broken glass still reflects the light and jagged edges sharpen the fight now she stands where my fears once laid building worth from the cracks they made she is gold in the dirt still gleaming unseen an unfinished masterpiece bold and serene...

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It's too dark for her. She daubs mascara on glass. The mirror has no arms... Night's just in the morning. There existing, the eyes ran Upon former years, tears The mood stops, reflecting Make faces, she's mine Broken embers from limbs Vice and crash, Both's empty blood — She's twisting surfacing Barbwire that Blocks out Shards...

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Hey, why are you copying me? Every word I say you just repeat. Lose the mocking attitude, please?! Look at you, you're even trying to be me! Overy and out, you're only just a tease....

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I have met you in my mind, You have been a reflection of my desire. I have worshipped you in my favourite mirror, You have been a quiet echo in others’ eyes. I never judged you inside the canvas, Never found you in my head, Never placed you on the stage, Never let you out of my heart. So many people to see, So...

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A hundred years passed through these halls. If you walk inside, you see ivy on the walls. But that one mirror remains unshattered. Even as the piles of clothes lay tattered. The door is open in this haunted space. A snake slithered around on the bookcase. A little raccoon made it in as well. So...

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in the wasteland of broken hearts shattered mirrors line gardens disheveled and neglected where sunrays seldom enter left to their own devices they piece together a false reality that’s fraught with sadness tangled with despair and cursed with loneliness yet somehow always manage ~ to carry on AP: 1st place 2025 Submitted on April 23, 2025 to contest A WILDERNESS OF MIRRORS sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH...

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I remember when I followed you in, looking for my mate. In this mirror land, I can't understand this confusing state.  At once, you appear, then you disappear in this mirror house, running and racing, losing and chasing, a wheel and a mouse.  Is it you and me, or knockoffs I see, none that I can feel, leaning and lurching, forever searching for ones that are...

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I am not the figure in the glass, Stiff and hollow, a shell of the past. When its reflection catches my eye, Hatred blooms, and I ask why. Fear ignites, a flame in my chest, My hand trembles, unable to rest. When red spills from my skin, I lift my head, yet cannot win. Pieces of me are always gone, The mirror mocks what...

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all seemed well in heaven’s cocoon then we sought earth life as a boon to feel contrast one became two male, female, the sun and the moon stuporous mind, but a cat’s mew of higher wisdom not a clue muddled further by senses five the web from which we must unglue why do we feel that we’re alive we know not who we...

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