Mirror Personification Poems
These Mirror Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Mirror. These are the best examples of Personification Mirror poems written by international poets.
Souper Dog That is Me Categories: dog,
I am puffed up. I am proud. My nose is cold.
Maybe the coldest in the competition.
I am healthy, and I am ready. Put me in...
Spin the Bottle Categories: personification, body, break up,
we play spin the bottle like children pulling wings off flies
no care full abandon no threat of the truth the next the
tomorrow the what...
SPIRITUAL AMPHETAMINE AT WORK Categories: christian, dedication, faith, god,
Looking at the mirror
with good day’s pleasure
I see slothfulness’ glamour
taunting with delight’s leisure
Yet ready to attack sense of honor
defying time-worth’s treasure
So defiant; not...
July 22 Categories: anxiety, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
I'm so lost and confused.
How am I supposed to win, if all I do is lose?
I've been praying more and it doesn't seem easier.
The Mirror Quietly Observes Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade,
No problem is a mystery to me, for it sounds fresh,
disrespectful, rude, what happened to you are welcome?
I do not care if it is a...
Dear Winter Categories: cry, miss you, seasons,
For the longest time, I have been longing,
For your return, my dear are you lodging,
Months and days I have been standing looking from afar...
A MOGUL'S NEW AGE Categories: age, birthday,
A MOGUL'S NEW AGE:
It seems to be like living without sorrow after experiencing hurricane-Florence,
Pain many thought you could not stand within a deadly province,
My friendly lie Categories: heart, identity, introspection, meaningful,
You have really got no idea,
No idea at all,
No idea about my life,
From up there on the wall,
When, in the morning, you blankly...
Luna Categories: personification, beautiful, beauty, moon, music,
Born in violence and fire
She is nothing but death
She is the muse of muses
The poetry of silence
The song of the night
She is a hypnotist
Stiletto Categories: 12th grade, angel, appreciation,
Breathe easy to the heart that pumps out its rhythm!
Ease the easiest way that penetrates its veins!
Breathe easy to the brightest heartbeat that gives birth...
Mirror Categories: angst, emotions, endurance,
Life is like an old mirror
Stare into it become a seer
The sins of the father they say
Someone someday will have to pay
Those things you thought...
A Love Letter Categories: lost love,
It was a new dawn, a new day, a new beginning for me -
When dazzling sunlight hit the wavering pond like gold dust,
dissipating the mist...
A Dandelion's Lament Categories: angst, beauty,
A Dandelions Lament
I stalk the edges
hide in clusters
along the roadways,
as if my “beauty”
my sunrise song
I ask the roses:
“Why am I spurned?”
Sculpted Glory Categories: beauty,
I wonder what it could be
The glowing merry marble
Curve of my masculine hands and legs
That draws them to me like bees to honey.
Self Portrait Categories: appreciation, celebration, character, community,
They're on the wall is a self-portrait of me
In a small local art gallery
A small group of people looking at the picture
There are few...
Love My Reflection Categories: art, beauty, imagination, irony,
I often catch a glimpse of my colours and curves in that mirror hung at the back of the room
I’m graceful and charming and I...
Colors return Categories: introspection, life,
The trying journey harshly dusty
Listless life loses colors dormant
Candid mirror refuses to identify
Face turned time-trodden bland.
Blank canvas on the easel stands
The artist in me...
I shouldn't have looked into you Categories: humor, irony,
I still remember the day -
first time she looked into me.
She was quite a beguiling beauty
enriched with miracles of nature.
Within a single look, a connection...
Broken Wing Categories: mirror,
Tackle puller I ; past diverse suffer
Light, I saw today on a stage dancer
Twirling her hands up, in air ; awake
Gazed I in tear ;...
Here I Am Categories: body, creation, growth, i
That's how I am and I should not be surprised.
It's how I really look.
I am not astonished at what I am.