Mirrors Poems - Poems about Mirrors

Reflection catches My guilt . I lose the trust In whatever , God, I pray too. I need a release , I need to take the seat I need to Stare back at Me. Eyes opening a grave. Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY. I'm red, in chains Im Covered , In dirt Unburied Me slowly. I'm...

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I do not heal as when I was young— Time has slowed its gentle hands, And left me in a hush of dusk, With brittle bones and shifting sands. The skies I once believed would stay Have wept their stars and turned away, And I—still dreaming—drift between The shadowed now, the might-have-been. My dreams are lucid, sharp as glass, Each night I walk the...

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Me looks in mirrors My I self has intention without strings to things It asks, seeks love, looks outward enjoying life mirror-free...

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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I stared into the mirror too long And it finally broke beneath my gaze Not from age, neither from accident But the weight of truths I dared not face. I saw a childhood in pieces stitched together with borrowed faith smiles that were survival and joy that never quite fit. I tried to imagine someone else a better version but the cracks revealed more than...

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In courts of shadow, thrones are made, Not by virtue—but by blade. From Persia’s gate to Zion’s hill, It’s not peace, but will, that breaks the still. Two lions stare with burning eyes, Clad in scripture, veiled in lies. Each speaks of God, yet plays the game— Where oil is blood and land is fame. Iran, the scholar cloaked in flame, Dreams of empires,...

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POTD June 15 2025 Smoke And Mirrors – Channelling in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe When regulation picks at pillaged dreams The searchlight shines its brutal beams As shadows spill its borrowed light. judgement retains its fractured fight. A blind eye turns as life disbands the gavel strikes by unseen hands, The scales unbalanced - Truth? Hard to reach, Sold by madness -...

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He forgot how his jaw used to stretch in loud laughter. No mirrors to watch his days— just windows, and distant eyes. His beard trimmed by finger’s feel, a chunk missed Here and there. He looked well in belts and socks, even handsome under the sun. No one asked if he still knew the shaded glint in his own eyes— the torn shape of manly lips once easily thinned in witty smile. He dressed in shiny clothes, well ironed out but creased...

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I say the word and feign a Freudian slip From between its legs duplicities drip Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit History will record the troubling truth that I never existed if I don’t submit I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy while being transparent with reverse psychology When transparency is brutal it packs a...

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the puddles of a storm in a wilderness of lies ~ I wonder, did cavemen ever see themselves as you or I can... stumbling upon a still pond, a prehistoric boudoir where reflections are someone they've never met like puppies perplexed by their own images? is the image real, is it friend/foe/truth/or deception? a bear in...

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Forest and mountains speak Like you are them and they are you Between the silver waters, you seek But it's always yourself in view At front and side and at your back You always see your reflection Whether you're in or out of track Your face is your perfection A wilderness of mirrors A face surrounded...

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What do I see, you are looking back at me. In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots, with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots. As I looked-I laughed until I cried, every time the wilderness mirrors walk by. These very old mirrors are such a thrill, they love my fashion wear even if it is over...

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Crossing my bygone golden days tumbling in senile decay. Lost my well known vitality Youth bade by with dazzling sun rays. ...

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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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Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown ************************************************************** A Wilderness of Mirrors Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors I know not the exit door for escape, All I can do is like birds to twitter, Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape. Where lies the real door I cannot...

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