Mirrored Poems - Poems about Mirrored

MIRRORED SKY

MIRRORED SKY

Look at me and see…
Moon and stars swimming below:
Night’s sea…mirroring…

I am the mirror

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

Mirrored Calamities

Mirrored Calamities  
Double Sided. 
Silver reflections. 
Translucent damage. 
Overwhelming distress. 
Disruptive patterns. 
Mental health disorder. 
Insomnia. 
Terrifying nightmares. 
Tragedies to calamities. 
A hard road. 
Quenching nourishment. 
No spiritual direction. 
No human contact. 
Sorrow to emptiness. 
No emotions. 
Just loneliness. 
Walk through the storm. 
Future unknown. 
Darkness to gray horizons. 
Mind in a dark haze.

Play it again Sam - mirrored words

Time after time
Loved am I am loved
Heart beats loud in aching heart
Time heals with what it steals in time
Life turns back awaits turn back to life
Love drips quietly into the hug of arms in love
Stars reveal nothing in a sky that is full of stars
Life turns back awaits turn back to life
Night sighs with the

Time after Time - mirrored words

I am I
fate seals fate
breathe pause breathe
steps trace, paths, trace steps
faith moves mountains, moves faith 
dreams weaves memories weaves dreams
moonlight drinks tears drinks moonlight
forever begins ends begins in forever
longingly I linger I longingly
mirrored reflections mirrored
echoes return echoes
time after time
on time on

Mirrored Driftwood

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

Interview On Mirrored Deja Vu

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

mirrored memory

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 
                       

Dying Embers

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.

Mirrored Canvas

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,

Mirrored

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

Mirrored Reflections

  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

MIRRORED

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

The Plural Sky and the Temptation of Its Mirrored Eyes

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,

Fibonacci MIRRORED

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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