Short Doppelganger Poems
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I thought she was my doppelganger
I did not approach her, nor she me then
1972 in an airplane hanger
I wonder now what could have been
An impish doppelganger, Bea
liked nothing more than to run free
strange feelings she shook
turned around to look.
It unsurprisingly was she!
In lives past, a silent rue,
Whispers dance, déjà vu.
Familiar paths, memories accrued,
Time's echo is a mystic brew.
Past and present entwined, anew.
Flip flop,
Tick tock,
Time goes.
Stealing,
Swapping,
He or she knows.
Your place,
Your space,
They desire.
Backstabber,
Doppelganger,
For hire.
It's said each one of us has a double
It's called a doppelganger, I would have trouble
A look-alike brethren
Sure gets my attention
Hope he's younger than this old dirigible
Away from the light,
Somewhere out of view,
A stranger holds sway,
A recalcitrant,
Obstinate darkness,
A doppelganger.
May 27, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
TRAPPED IN A TABLEAU Poetry Contest.
Doppelganger, what a strange name
It means there is a person the same
As I look, talk, walk and think as I do
I wonder if this is true
Oh, Gee
Which one of us would be astonished
The Doppelganger or me
It would be handy to clone and bi-locate
I’d fool my cousins – Kerney and little Kate
My doppelganger and I would eat in a café where they eat
If they saw both of me at once, their screams would sound sweet.
There's a doppelganger that looks just like me
Everyone has an evil twin, mine's nasty as can be
But I save the day
With my charming ways
Not to brag but I'm the charmingest from “see to see”
pulling words from the space between
the open arms of c's that never meet
no glue will fix mistakes that live within the past
My doppelganger lies beside me head to to toe
Anonymous keeps the twins as prisoners
and all fits me
but suits you
Mirror, mirror, reflecting me backward,
Causing there to be two.
I spy a lost cat,
I wonder if she'll hide.
Twist and turns throughout the rose garden
It all looks the same.
Forwards and backward, lost in the garden,
let's continue to play.
In dreams she reaches for me,
She is me and I am her;
We walk a cemetery,
And she leads the way.
We stand at a mossy tomb,
And I see my name engraved;
I am her and she is me,
But which is living.
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November 7, 2015
Dodoitsu
In the darkness she lies still,
Her closed eyes do feel my stare
Each breath she takes fills my lungs
Her thoughts, our minds, run
Her fears flood right through my veins
She twitches and turns for me
She is me and I am her
Our hearts beat as one
02-12-2015
me and my doppelgänger
always fight with each other
one is reasonable and
other - eccentric
one is drunk - in poetry
other - sunk in business
the fight continues - but still,
both go hand in hand
Contest : Doppelganger Dodoitsu
Sponsor : Alfred Vassallo
bright eyes gleaming with mischief
gentle compassionate views
determinedly ambitious
me sober and free
glazed eyes full of hate and fear
anger mixed with self pity
high drama - no coping skills
alcoholic me
Written 12/6/2015
Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest by Alfred Vassallo
4th Place
At these freckled stars I sit and marvel,
some so delightfully microscopic;
A piece of this universal puzzle
casts it’s spell over me so hypnotic;
Oh what a vision it leaves me tearful
with one gaze I’m left optimistic;
Your skin’s a doppelgänger of the sky,
and it’s got me feeling recklessly high…
A man stood there at mirror
Mirror gave him the horror
Himself and his duplicate
He saw two images
So he replaced the mirror
And then stood with his head down
The result remained the same
Images did not wane
- Shrineetee Kar
04.12.2015
Entry for Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest
by Alfred Vassallo.
Doppelganger
Treason
Creeping in total darkness,
No wait for any sunshine,
Day he betrayed my true love,
passion bled to death.
All yearnings laid to rest,
bliss was only a deceit,
Wreathed my soul, whipped unsaid words
of treacherousness.
Written Dec 7th, 2015
For contest by Alfred Vassallo
A middling, one-eyed person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too fast car
in Carson City.
A one-eyed, middling person,
yet one thinking she's sexy,
seen cussing a too slow car
in unknown city.
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11/7/2015
Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest
Sponsor - Alfred Vassallo
5th place win
we must be
some where
i look at you
you look at
an endless poppy field
flowers matching ruby
shoes wanted by a
water melted witch
which happens to
be a doppelganger
of hang on here
everyone in the
land of oz is
from kansas
but the hookah
smoking caterpillar
takes another drag
puffs and asks
but
who is
Glinda?
Form:
This tangible double of myself
I am angelic, she is demonic
Identical but with an eerie twist
My Ora is white and her's is black.
Am I glancing at my reflection?
No. For as I smile, her glare is blank.
The only luck she brings is bad
Driving me to shut her out
I mostly cloak myself in light
Until she came into the night
And made me quake in my skin
This doppelgänger belonging to me.
Mirrored doors and windows, the same cars and gardens.
Twenty-Four-hour stores in the center of doppelganger suburban streets.
Where do the animals play?
With views of splendid tranquility, how do we people sleep?
The lights do not end, scattered particles across natures body, lighting the way for clones.
A tour of accidental means has opened my mind and haunted my dreams.
This will last.
This will be all.
Within the fortress
Of her own volition
His likeness is everywhere
Maybe it's a ghost
But it's a powerful one
She can't
Perceive it
Hands-on the chest
She can now hear
Stillness
However, this is mere
A brief respite
That's where it ends
In a state of alertness
Of the subconscious
As
She is gasping for air
His doppelganger
Oxidizes
Written: Sunday April 3rd, 2022
In perfect time
We waltz and wait;
The steps we take
Are image mirrored.
The world upon
It's axis spins;
The musical lilt
Engages, begins.
Matched, akin
Doppelganger statues;
Animated frame
By frame.
Skirt each ledge
With eagle caution,
Yet things will
Never be the same.
No ties, no strings,
No force of will,
For hearts and minds
In parallel.
We dance and wait
In symbiosis;
Only time
Will truly tell.
Form:
If I had to say for sayings sake
Just because a friend wanted to know
If I was a dog, what kind would I make?
I don't like the heat so give me some snow
A Saint Bernard rescuing the stranded
seems my kind of a rural life
No big city kitties could I be branded
No yorky cuddled with a house wife
Depth, strong, solid, loyal and helpful
That's what I have in me to be
Though along the way I'll make a snow angel
Then learn to snowboard and ski!