Mirrors Poems

Mirrors poems bring the best collection of short and long mirrors poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great mirrors rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these mirrors poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on mirrors are here for you.

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not

Room Full Of Mirrors

Room Full Of Mirrors short poem

Lock me in a room full of mirrors. So that, I can see myself a little more clear. What is the problem, which everyone sees? But, I don’t understand, I fear. All the mirrors in the room Can’t lay down

Mirrors

Mirrors ode

Confined to these walls guardians surrounding my transparent figure created to serve you I am the eye that is not part of you you come to me blind, uncertain, unknowledgeable seeking to know beauty, ugly but my sight surpasses that

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare short poem

Did you see him half-nude before a mirror, bristles on a bear’s chest, his freckled hands stretching towards your chin, unshaved, colorless, talkative like pimples on your finger-tips, the purple of old blood, the gleam of grey teeth. Drink the

Upright Mirrors

Upright Mirrors short poem

for beheading the raceme three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins had come when she was alone with scars on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody had kissed the moon in night without veil it

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Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip

Poems containing references to : Mirrors

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life long poem

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,

Types Of Love

Types Of Love long poem

There are three kinds of love, Love that tests you, Love that loves you, Love that doesn’t love you back. The love that tests you, doesn’t conquer, it leads you, to the unfathomable galaxies, most of them are imaginary, where

I’m Not Dead

Im Not Dead short poem

A new twilight I see each day, Through the echos of broken mirrors, The whites are all blood stained, The lights are getting dimmer The wounds are fresh and open, The glass so clear and sharpened, As they pierce through

A two way mirror

A two way mirror short poem

          Brimming with tears I see him yonder His smile, a magnet that draws and yet his armour that repels against a cruel world. Recall his pain and anger through my tears his fears, maybe sometimes

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

Floating Free

Floating Free long poem

Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees, watching below, all the people move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove. Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing

Windows

Windows prose poem

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

Olive Branch

Olive Branch short poem

Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.

A Lament

A Lament long poem

One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (centennial 2015)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (centennial 2015) long poem

Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or

Reflections Of A Life

Reflections Of A Life long poem

Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?

Smokers’ Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks!

Smokers Lips And The Smoky Lip Locks! long poem

Heart beats say knock knock Feeling the sentimental shocks Listening to the bells of love clocks Silently progressing those tic toks Those lips and their locks Smokers’ lips and the romantic lip locks! Belladonnas are dancing with blazing frocks Birds

I Still Matter

I Still Matter short poem

My looks are nothing special, My face reveals my age. My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy’s not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time. One minute I know

Spiritual Sat Nav

Spiritual Sat Nav long poem

“At the 3rd exit bear right , that’s what it told me to do, I’d followed the instructions, did everything it asked me to, I admit I was a little distracted as the junction passed me by, I thought it

Loser

Loser prose poem

Every day I’m picking up fight with the man upstairs Living in sorrow because my life is a horror I am the clown who never get tired being a joker Covering up my lies as a tiger who actually can’t

Dawn Was The Servant

Dawn Was The Servant long poem

The silence shattered like a crystal glass on a marble floor And every splintered diamond shard glittered like a newborn dream, As rising sun fingers trickled over them in blood red and gold contusions Dawn was the servant who had

Dilemma

Dilemma short poem

There was the hunger and suicide. In favor of my brutal truth or virtue of my failure, I do not want any comments on my trauma. Morality has a dubious equation with power, provoking my anger. The days were full

The Queen

The Queen prose poem

One could tell that she had ascended from a peaceful and noble family of visionaries This rare beauty was never bounded by mirrors of painted images and selfishness She loved the open views that afforded her a first hand look

Roots That Clutch

Roots That Clutch short poem

You know I do not hope any intermission, between life and death. My path goes nowhere. A hiatus between the mirrors has questions. From childhood I was always floating between the meanings of lessons unknown. I longed for straight humilities.

A Window Person

A Window Person short poem

She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to

The Sky Is Everywhere

The Sky Is Everywhere short poem

Grief is a house, where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us. the mirrors how to reflect us, the walls how to contain us. Grief is a house that disappears, each time someone knocks at the door or rings

Walking River

Walking River short poem

Walking beside a river, watching landscapes mirror underneath the sun Subtle colours, everyone encapsulated by the river pictures all across and along Yellow flowers, look at them for hours and the branches stretch like towers, entwining from earth to beauty

I would like for you to be sad

I would like for you to be sad short poem

My love, I would like for you to be sad in my absence, wandering among thorny regions, miserable, drowning in dry leaves, picking little stone to throw at noisy birds and children. My love, I would like for you to

Tell It Like It Is

Tell It Like It Is long poem

Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall

A Departing Dawn

A Departing Dawn prose poem

It is the crimson dawn. I know him since stars traveled away and never came back; his voice is silence, his walk glee of birds, his taste the sigh of earth, his fingers a chill. Every day I watch him

Puzzling

Puzzling short poem

You toppled the invisible burning the unburied buttons joining the history of names. Will I be able to communicate with straw to find out the age of the unarrived seeds? There is too much violence in green blood. The broken

Water

Water short poem

Casuarina! I miss you a lot. Why don’t you reclaim this drab century by your drooping branches, off from the poetry of water? The words are dried up. No rustling sounds, the winged creatures broke the mirrors, a black moon.

Lakescape

Lakescape short poem

After the rain wets the ground, a damp, naked silence, floats in air on the wrong side of the moon. A strange mist, like a post coital whiff envelops you savagely. The testa breaks. A forest heaves beneath your nails.

The Three Doors

The Three Doors long poem

Have you ever had an event so spectacular to occur that you could never understand why? I did, and it changed my life forever. One night, long ago, I awoke in an elegant hall. Unsure of where to go, I

Dark Language

Dark Language short poem

Wanted to wear the grief uncrying, sitting on the bank, counting the waves, watching the swaying of earthen lamps. There was a little water on the moon, charged atoms settling in the lap of a sponge. The water becomes the

Night After Night

Night After Night short poem

Night after night, watching your face shimmer with tears, night after night, watching your face burrow into my breast, I have wondered, my love, full of misery and mystery, I have wondered. This being, so incredibly sad, this being, so

Bound By Ceiling

Bound By Ceiling short poem

Sitting at the edge of a bubble uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity; counter the wrangler, one skull in each hand, of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking the umbilical cord. Ostracized, you forge the

I Can Not

I Can Not long poem

I can not move, so my inane soul Lumbering on grass bed, wonderfully separated. Above me the scorching June afternoon Tearing apart my very self, baking my budding marigolds. Mine fettered hands with numerous wants On vain quest of fetching

Stupidity

Stupidity short poem

Today, go undivine with me and remain untouched, in dwindling love of faith. A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess, breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house, finding a god. Collecting ruins of sounds, veils, traversing the fecundity of

The Cave

The Cave prose poem

Along the road to an old city, within the wrinkles of mountains hanged by their heads, spiders are still spreading their webs at caves’ doors. Tales come out off embers, waiting for those who pass by. Canes which are forgetful

The End Of The Lines

The End Of The Lines short poem

You get on the freeway and floor it all those maplines and dots coming briefly to life like water drops in a hot frying pan you stop when you get hungry you fight through the tired trying to save money

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

Identically

Identically short poem

The town was fissured. It does not listen to me that moribund heart, now. The biome was ready to set on fire all the smiles. No person of god will lead the prayers to grave. Let the dust meet the

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog (part Two)

Love Songs Of A Bull Frog  (part Two) long poem

Let us go then, you and I… Let us go then… Tired? Surprisingly, we have been saying this a hundred years. It haunts. The hallucination continues. No, it leap-frogs. Eliot was dead before I was born, before we were born.