Short Mirror Image Poems
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In our own way
we seek someone
who becomes
a mirror image
of our best
devoid of the darkness
all chiaro
but no scuoro.
Waxing moon
in gibbous phase
Reflecting earthshine
glowing bright
Luna's face a mirror image
of who and what we are
Lawyer,
slippery snake,
white collar criminal,
mirror image of thievery,
serpent.
For John Heck's 12-In-1...Choose Your Forte! contest.
Sun looks down upon
A field of yellow flowers
Sees mirror image
Sunflowers gaze up
Stunned to see there beaming back
Their own reflection
Look in the mirror
It captures the soul
It tells who you are
No matter how old
Reflections of beauty
Not seen outside
Take a deep breath
Live don't hide
Beta splendens poses,
in vibrant aquacolour
gills flared, fins spread
in full display
to the mirror image
on the other side
of the bowl that
is its world.
Louise Nevelson aka Berliawsky
what a relief to see
Open-sided boxes filled with wood*
worked into maturity if she could
*https://emuseum.mfah.org/objects/923/mirror-image-i
Stormy York of brown
Richness ever so reaching
Capturing the sting
Of a grand display
Spots of finery
A mirror image of secluded immorality
Save the child!!!!!
Surely she screams
You need not remind me of my mortality,
The evidence is reflected in the mirror.
But then you smugly preach about morality,
Come back down to Earth, maybe you'll see things clearer.
What happens when you look in a mirror
Does the image give you the finger, make you bitter
Does that freak you out
Make you wanna shout
Your image is supposed to reflect a duplicate critter
Battle of the friendly
Stormy York of brown
Richness ever so reaching
Capturing the sting
Of a grand display
Spots of finery
A mirror image of secluded immorality
Save the child!!!!!
Surely she screams
woke early
...this morning to...
an earl lee's sun
...shining a light...
into the dark
...and trancing...
me down a
...raw bit hole...
a mirror image
...of me roared a...
time-space sigh lent
...yawn...
stans sand
I stared into the looking glass
and had a choking fit;
It wasn’t my own features there:
I’d turned into Brad Pitt!
I wondered if he found the same;
And had he lost his hair?
I’m sure the belly suits him well…
Who says that life aint fair?
Most
folk
never
do get out
of this life what they
put in, unless satisfaction
of what one puts in is in itself life’s sole reward.
Some just keep on trying to give away kindness but it only keeps on coming back
© Harry J Horsman 2019
LOOKING FOR YOUR MIRROR IMAGE CHUM,
MIRROR IMAGES DO REBOUND
THINKING SAME THOUGHTS RIGHT AROUND ,
TO FIND EM IS THE SUM,
SHE IS OUT THERE TWEEDLE DUM,
AWAITING FOR YOUR SOUND,
WITH HI=DE-HO N HUM....
FROM JOHNSON QUITE UNSOUND...
in my sleep
i speak
to the one locked inside
my heart so deep
asking for advice
on how to live this life
telling myself
to put down the knife
i wake in a pool of sweat
heart racing like a jet
I've seen the other side
the mirror image of me, I've met
Mirror image of attitude
Desperation left a space
Overbearing love
Beaten to the chase
A negative issue
The new all time low
Nurturing the tattered heart
From a story you don’t know
Make it happen
There is reward
I’ll show you my soul
You bring the sword
Form:
What manner of man are you
What do you see in the mirror
Does your inspection shed a clue
Does your reflection seem clearer
Is your image worthy of pride
Is it all you hope it would be
Do your eyes glimpse the truth inside
Or see what you want them to see
A seed floats on a cushion of air,
a milkweed for a monarch to share
under a sun that fairly grinned
on that hammock of wind.
What fun to feel the breeze and sun
and watch the beauty that God has spun -
monarch wings, mirror image twinned
from my hammock in the wind.
She looks into the mirror and turns away. I can't stand looking at myself, my
beauty has gone away. No it hasn't the mirror image says. Look again at yourself,
You are as beautiful as a warm summer day. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You only get lovelier as you get older.
You who?
I think your name
Might be who are you think
I am you standing in front of
An image am I You
I am fractured
Am I
Inside
The mirror i
See some slight modesty
I am that somebody no one
Knows my rejection in the old
broken mirror image
I am you who
I am
She looked into the mirror,
But didn’t know who she saw
A lost soul looking for its mate
Never to hold or embrace
Back to bed with a stranger
Lonely with bitter touches
Gazing into nothingness
As the days and nights pass on
Forever and ever
As she looked into the mirror
Wondering how time was lost
RESPONSIBILITIES
motives
bequeathed
apparently
& ostensibly
in a
generative
proliferation
of
inherent perspective
of
upcoming
tranquillity
employed
as
aestheticas
inclusions
with conviction
embedded
in a
mirror image
to disclose
hard-pressed
perfection
translated
by reason
he remembers
the way the light played
on her skin and auburn hair
her green eyes glistening
she remembers
the way he touched her
the way he kissed her
his hands tangled in her hair
the way he held her in the night
a reflection - mirror image
the wind was cold
the night, heated with passion
A mirrored image is what I take.
Outside glance peers inward at the lake.
Falesity declares upon another's lip;
The fullness of my mouth takes a grip.
Shadows dark seem to drape over me.
Beauty that can't be hid the light sees.
Eyes to hands mirror image I stand.
Before me open the door grand.
April 13 2016