Mirrored Poems - Poems about Mirrored

In silvered depths, a phantom twin resides, A silent echo where my image glides. Each gesture mine, a mirrored pantomime, Yet lacks the warmth, the essence that is mine. My right hand raised, it's left that takes the flight, A world reversed in pale and shimmering light. The laughter caught, reflected back to me, A hollow sound, devoid of true decree. Does this...

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A lone prisoner of my own making, a cocoon confined within introvert isolation, I see all the familiar faces recede nowhere, leaving me stuck in the maze of acuity. In the weed-webbed wasteland within piles up the wreckage of life unlived. My mystique mind turns into Nemesis, makes a wilderness of mirrors for me, reflecting the pernicious perception of anguish, an emotion engulfed...

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ME: Deja vu- It startles me at times. Like a mirror, coming before me; A conversation An interaction Almost anything- Exact in every detail ...

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sentimental a word that evokes a feeling from a memory a memory of a certain place a certain time a time that brings a smile ...

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The day was ending, But a window was open To a view of dying embers Ablaze on the coastal horizon. Like a canvas in motion, It captured amazement, Reaching out hypnotically Through clouds awash in fire, And across amber-mirrored beach sands To the beholder, burning its image Into the retinal lining of the soul; Like a lamp onto pier’s end, And an invitation to tomorrow. ...

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If only you could see me, like the way I see you.. I've been around a long time, I have an insight view. Your journey has been long, and full of ups and downs.. I know.. because I've been here.. I've always been around. Your picture perfect canvas, may fool them from the start.. But I see right through you,...

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My sadness is in the slumping of your shoulders And your resignation is in the bowing of my head Regret pours from your listless palms Set open on your lap And a mirror on the wall that's opposite the one you face Reflects your self-preservation back in the image of my gaze Yet the chasm of a mattress that sprawls between...

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The calmer the more confident The more strident the more insecure The more natural the laugh the less the self-importance The harder the stare the less of him we can bear The more...

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MIRRORED Who you see in me is you Not who you’d prefer to be Perhaps obscure, less clear But as you really do appear To others, who look to see But eventually, to yourself And understand what’s true Over time, you may realise That a reflection is just that Reversed, at least left to right Turn, and you’re out of sight But it’s not as clear...

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I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automatic, embedded in misty consort with Hyde-Lees and Yeats love-crushed oracles ghostwriting the present poésie Rimbaud’s Lettres du Voyant appear of painful yesterday’s tempestuous guise drawn into them I unfold like oragami unmoving lips,...

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co-existence in the mirror fragment split second views/collision of life lines found in the sounds of shattering scattered ~ in broken glass ~ brevity, eye to eye, then breathe forever at angles chasing passing lives ...

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I close my eyes- sounds of fall, sun shines on my face, summer's last hurrah dies away- then I dream...

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Knowledge is our mirror, reflecting the mind, A boundless expanse, wisdom entwined. In pages and pixels, the stories unfold, A universe of thoughts, both are young and old. Reflections of insight, gleaming on the glass, A quest for truths remains in every class. Through words, we travel, realms unknown, The mirror of such knowledge, is on the wisdoms throne. In the quiet of...

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Night arrives and clear window glass becomes a myriad of reflecting panes. Do I like what I see, an old woman who still feels young inside that caricature of flesh? She was eighteen just yesterday, with enough energy to propel her forward into a future that is now past, where in this present moment only memories remain. ...

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Receive Listen Be Still Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind They call to me Embracing me so that I may exhale For a moment in time I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap Quietly dreaming I stroke her sleep dampened hair and Caress her cheek gently with my palm Oh, child of mine Allow me to reach...

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