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Best Poems About / On MIRROR
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All she wants to do is be free mirror
Imprints of bloody hands stain the glass as I look at the mirror
My wounds are deep inside for everyone to see
If they even cared
A girl who cries for no reason
Who knows her anger is rising inside of her
Her soul is tainted
All she wants to do is be free mirror
This is what I see inside the other side of the mirror
As I stand there looking
The blood stains on her run from her heart to waist in the reflection
Tasting the stained blood which turned to the stained un-pure blood
Of the torment, pain, and lies
Her mouth opens up to say something
But bubbles escape only
Trapped inside the mirror as I peer inside
This is what I see on the other side of the mirror
Alyssa Howell
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The Mirror
I have a mirror.
I look in it everyday.
Sometimes, its not what I want to see.
Instead, its what I want to be.
My hope is to think clearer.
Its that mirror I want to break.
That shattered glass comes with consequences.
It looms with seven years of mistakes.
Still, every morning I have a task.
To look in that mirror and not see my past.
To look beyond my woes,
And pray to God I can clean that mirror and save my soul.
When all is done and I am at peace.
I shall look in that mirror and just see me.
The eyes will close for me to take my rest.
In my sleep, I shall dream I have done my best.
Marie WardAlonge
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Mirrors
there is a gentle quiet repose about truths
the mirror holds them up so well
zen so well apportioned it crystalises
the world harmoniously to itself
we have all the respect for it
everyday we go up to it
to soak up its sublime honesty
smile and go face the world
as straight as we could
the part of us we love
we carry with gratefulness
a luminousity that lightens our steps
the part of us that slices up
our assurance of ourselves
we too carry with an ounce of dignity
like the mirror that never falters
in the face of adversities -scars, tortuous lines
that dig into the soul, claws that tear the hearts up,
shrivelled up looks, noses that go the wrong way, mouths
clefting like a mozart run awry
we throw in the grains
to help the mirror apportion
a better part of us to us
running through every corridor
of the selves, without fear or favour
in the spirit of the mirror
promising an enlightened trail friends
can rest their heart with ours
a zen mirror where strengths and
weaknesses, paradoxes and shortfalls
dance over our eyes with the
exquisiteness of a new and promising dawn
john tiong chunghoo
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On The Other Side of The Mirror
Girl the girl on the other side
On the other side of the mirror
I can always become you
No you will never be me
Never ever be me
Yes only you can hide behind
On the other side of the mirror
And you will never be around
When I am not here
You could never smile if I frown
Your eyes wont dance
When mine are wet
You could never hide
Never hide from me
But only you can hide behind
On the other side of the mirror
Girl the girl on the other side
On the other side of the mirror
I can always become you
No you will never be me
Never ever be me
[This is 81 and it is for you Dilzz, the girl on the other side of the mirror]
Rowving Smith
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