|Best Poems About / On MIRROR
Thou Art My Mirror
thou art my mirror
Success- is said a driving force to a soul passionate
sudden the passion drains by passing wind of ill fate
why? awhile i never saw it like this before
But burrowing awhile my soul learnt many more
For those who were called champions desire mate
Who, as the mirror, chide their sorrow until compassionate
Though pride attains us all, believe this, our misdemeanour
Might without a mirror our bitterest foe be forevermore
for this search I, one that my ill will show
whose strings touch the portion, eyes denied me know
grief thou remains mute yet i can read
A wonderous lesson from thy silent face seal`d
and with fervent scrutiny, i have thy name and my biro
Have both sign`d and seal`d for thou art my mirror
Newton Ray Ukwuoma
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Mirror Mirror On The Wall
she turn to him for his thoughts,
even a simple whisper,
anything she said would do
to break up this silence
between us two,
but she heard nothing
than headed on home
feeling lonely on her own,
saying to her self i wanting his love,
needing his touch and all i got
was nothing much,
than she headed to the mirror starting to cry
saying mirror, mirror, on the wall
am i not pretty, and cute
at lease I think i am, i can also be funny
if given the chance, maybe that would bring me
some of his sweet romance, so please
me mirror, mirror on the wall won't you answer me
but all she heard was nothing not even from him,
and the others got something so she believe
as she mumbles quietly saying as she leaves
am i not pretty enough for him?
or am i just another face to him?
or do i take up to much space for him?
oh mirror, mirror on the wall please help me,
because he act's different around me
when i ring his door, is the other one going
out the back door? he said no, but i say yes
i think i'm pretty sure i said,
oh mirror mirror on the wall
i'm asking you once more
what do you think?
and once again please tell me
if i'm pretty enough for him,
and if you can't say yes or any thing
than can you at lease give me the courage
of what i'm about to do,
and can you keep my finger steady
and talk me through when i say i'm ready,
and please for give me for the mess
i'm about to make
in my last step i'm gonna take,
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The sun slowly fades,
Shattered glass lies in my room
No one knows about the shattered glass.
It lies quietly in the gloom.
which I saw
Showed the best in me...
The Mirror hid all that needed to be hidden
Hid all that which could not be hidden.
The Mirror My best friend
Everyday I stared at it and it stared back at me
For a change did not judge me
Just reflected everything I gave to it.
But for one moment there was rage
The Mirror witnessed the anger, the intolerance, the hatered
The ugliness which did show
poured out and demonstrated
The hidden monster trapped in chains
Screaming and shouting
Wanting to be released!
I never knew how the Mirror crumbled,
Now when I look at the shattered glass which lies in my floor
All I see is broken smiles, broken pieces
I experience a lingerance of dream abandoned.
I tried picking it up, putting the pieces together-making it hold
The pieces just kept cutting into my skin
Blood trickled down, down on the Mirror
The mirror which once admired my beauty, now bathed gladly in my red blood.
On busy days, and its quite nights
When the house is breathing
Worlds asleep, all in restful peace
I roll out of bed and witness the true me.
The Mirror, at a moment shows everything
I could have been but dared not to be
Realizing beauty has to be from the inside.
I hold my heart; I stare down and wait for the morning.
The sun rises, the ugliness of the night disappears
The world seems beautiful and warm.
Yet know one knows that my true self
Lies in the shattered glass in my room
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The mirror is twisted for a reason
Though always existing, it is rarely seen
Until that moment, when it is needed
Until then it twists beyond your dream.
Death is just a step inside the mirror
A mirror that was all we left behind
With an image of a place we have forgotten
But directions still remain within our mind.
Just one step to learn the truth of our existence
To find ten thousand years of memories
Be shown the reason for this life, our latest journey
And learn all of mans histories.
There is no need to fear the twisted mirror
It is just returning to the life that we once knew
To continue our journey to perfection
Just one more step for me and you.
Irene C S ClarkHogg
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