Mirror Personification Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
But the...

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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...

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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...
In...

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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,
Today proves...

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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...

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Born in violence and fire
She is nothing but death
Cold
Barren

Yet....

She is the muse of muses
The poetry of silence 
The song of the night

She is a hypnotist
Seducing...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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A Dandelions Lament

Banished!
I stalk the edges
of beauty,
hide in clusters
along the roadways,
shunned
as if my “beauty”
is flawed,
my sunrise song
off key.
I ask the roses:
“Why?”
“Why am I spurned?”
“Am I...

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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. 

I stand...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ;...

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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. 
I'm flesh...

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