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  • 193.
    To Live (exist) : The love/hate relationships people share with mirrors

    The first time he saw a mirror,
    he was minutes old in a hospital.
    Already getting used to the warmth of his blanket away from his mother,
    his toothless grins and coos of his reflection meant nothing,
    he didn’t know the meaning.

    The 607th time he saw a mirror,
    he was exactly three and dressed in best.
    A mother’s gift of a round, ornate mirror; his tiny hands could not grasp it enough.
    Hair parted down the middle, chin - up and to the right, is it impossible for children to take serious portraits?

    The 1,501st time he saw a mirror,
    He was three and two months in the place he would soon love the most - an old practice dance room.
    Cheered on by mother, brother, and father’s spirit, scorned by the new fatherly figure, he learned quickly and instantly obsessed his figure in the room lined with mirrors.
    In spare time, his mirror never left his hand.

    The 18,409th time he saw a mirror,
    he was seven, almost eight, and in advanced ballet.
    Thin and lithe, different with no friends.
    All he wanted to see was his reflection as he danced in the mirrored room.

    The 39,743rd time he saw a mirror,
    he was fourteen and devastated in a foster home.
    Abuse lies in the past, but memories linger in the present and future, revisited when he looked into the mirror.
    His mother gone for a decade, his brother a traitor, his abuser in jail, his shelterer overdosed in 62 medications.
    His neglected reflection begging the original to return, it missed it’s friend.

    The 40,026th time he saw a mirror,
    he was fifteen in an empty train boxcar with unsure destinations, his brother refusing to separate, a homeless man passed out on rotting sacks.
    Dressed in rags, his only possession his mother’s gift.
    Who was this stranger in the grimy and smudged illusion?

    The 40,328th time he saw a mirror,
    he was sixteen and living in a wealthy man’s house.
    Given new clothes and advice to act fashionably, he had become quite taken to the aristocrat’s daughter.
    The mirror, polished and shined every hour, forgave it’s old friend, but never forgot the years of neglect, sucking up won’t pay debts.

    The 43,692nd time he saw a mirror,
    he was at one of the aristocrat’s luncheons.
    He was given an ink bottle and told as long as he was faking status he should draw a mustache on himself and use a French accent.
    The forever-changed friend in another dimension consoled him as the tears fell collected on his reflection in the gentlemen’s room.

    The 45,811th time he saw a mirror,
    he was seventeen and the prom date of his fancy.
    Aware that her father would not approve, he wanted to run away with her.
    He frantically checked his mirror every few seconds from nerves as he made himself presentable.
    When she said yes, the mirror was shoved away into his trouser pocket again to be forgotten, next to the ink bottle.

    The 45,812th time he saw a mirror,
    he and his bride-to-be ran through the woods, hiding from search parties.
    He stopped as a crunching noise resulted from an object falling out of his pocket.
    He cursed the ink bottle, remembering he forgot to take it out of his pants.
    He knealt, picking up his now cracked mirror, which hideously abstracted his appearance in it’s juts and crevices, for being forgotten once more when the fresh enemy thought he damaged the ink bottle.

    The 45,823th time he saw a mirror,
    he sat across from his cold, pale, lifeless love, as the blood had finally stopped trickling down her temple.
    He remembered her slipping and hitting her head, replaying it non-stop in his memory.
    Remembering his most cherished part in his favorite scripture, Oliver Twist,

    'With these words he drew his chair closer to the table; and the two friends sat, in silent expectation, with the watch between them.
    It is worthy of remark; as illustrating the importance we attach to our own judgments, and the pride with which we put forth our most rash and hasty conclusions: that, although Mr. Grimwig was not by any means a bad-hearted man; and though he would have been unfeignedly sorry to see his respected friend duped and deceived; he really did, most earnestly and strongly, hope at the moment that Oliver Twist might not come back.
    It grew so dark that figures on the dial plate were scarcely discernable; but there the two old gentlemen continued to sit, in silence; with the watch between them, '

    He carefully pulled out the both the mirror and the ink, and drew clock hands on the mirror’s cracked surface.
    As he stared at his new ’watch’ in between him and his love vowing never to move from that spot, he took the role of Mr. Brownlow, as the mirror took center stage as Mr. Grimwig and the watch, outshining the girl’s portrayal of the Oliver that never returns.
    That was the last time he saw his mirror. read more »

  • 194.
    Bloody Mary, Bloody Murder

    We go down to the forest
    Carrying our supplies
    Further and further and further in
    We stop read more »

  • 195.
    Smoke and Mirrors

    smoke and mirrors
    smoke and mirrors
    the glass will crack
    the fog will clear read more »

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  • 197.
    Things are not what they seem

    I look in the mirror
    And I see a person filled with confidence
    I look in the mirror
    And see a person filled with love read more »

  • 198.
    Hidden Reflection

    Walking up to a crystal clear mirror
    Someone else appears to be looking at me
    Who has been with me ever since I can remember read more »

  • 199.
    Rokeby Venus (ekphrasis) by J.K. de Quiroz

    I could only but wonder
    what hands carved your ardent curves.
    The young seraph hides its tower
    upon seeing you. read more »

  • 200.
    Haunting reflection's

    I am a killer read more »

  • 201.
    Glass Walls

    Paranoid about the people I meet never alone when I walk in the street
    Dark gazing eyes that pierce through my soul seeing you
    You there in my heart making yourself comfortable
    Never noticing that you're hurting me read more »

  • 202.
    Only For The Human Race

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  • 203.

    Mirror mirror that reflects me back
    What is my problem, I see only the lack
    Money, power, information and more
    I’m losing the sight of truth and core read more »

  • 204.
    The Mirror

    I have a mirror.
    I look in it everyday.
    Sometimes, it’s not what I want to see.
    Instead, it’s what I want to be. read more »

New Mirror Poems

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  2. MIRROR MIRROR, Shannon Strauss
  3. Mirror, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  4. MIRROR, amira ismail
  5. Haiku: Mirror Mirror, Dariel Grey
  6. Mirror, Mirror, Emily Millyard
  7. Mirror! Mirror! (Song), Alyssa Diane
  8. Mirror, Mirror, Daniel Warner
  9. Mirror Say Mirror See, Amber Griggs
  10. Mirror, Tiff Murphy
  11. Mirror, Mirror on the wall, Jose Valencia
  12. Personal Universe, Philo Yan
  13. Mirror upon mirror, Emmanuel George Cefai
  14. Mirror Mirror, Madhuri Sawant
  15. Beautiful Freakery, Richard Holman
  16. Mirror (new), Abdul Wahab
  17. Reflection, Ann Cassie
  18. Mist on the Mirror..., Vikrant Jog
  19. Broken Mirror, adheez van der beanthz
  20. Mirror Mirror, Stevie Taite
  21. Mirror, Tirupathi Chandrupatla
  22. Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Tina Chan
  23. Magic Mirror, Anon E Mouse
  24. Mirror, Lovely Girl
  25. Broken Windows Shattered Mirrors, Anonymous Ghurl
  26. MIRROR (II), Abdul Wahab
  27. Mirrors, Candymarie Nevin
  28. Mirror Mirror On The Wall 2, Saiom Shriver
  29. Things are not what they seem, Eugene Robbe Timson
  30. Mirror, J.W. Frogg
  31. Mirror, Abdul Wahab
  32. Mirror, Sabrina McIntyre
  33. Oh Mirror, Lailani L.
  34. Think Mirror Mirror Don’t You, Ken e Hall
  35. Mirror, Mirror, Jason Hedrick
  36. The Mirror, renu Vig sharma sharma
  37. A Look in The Mirror/Imagery in Poetry, Life in a Poem
  38. In the mirror I stand, Jacob Hill
  39. Mirrors, Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
  40. Mirror, AJAYA BOHIDAR
  41. In The Mirror, Lizzie Resendiz
  42. The picture, Lawrence s. Makola
  43. Mirror, mirror, Jessica Robert
  44. Useless mirrors, Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh I ..
  45. Haunting reflection's, Noorie Ali
  46. Mirror, Pieter Engelbrecht
  47. Let go of your worries, Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  48. Ugly, Mark R Slaughter
  49. Mirror Mirror, Gemma O' Hanlon
  50. Mirror, amanda de la cuz
  51. ' The Mirror... ', MoonBee Canady
  52. The Mirror Struggled, Mark R Slaughter
  53. Tearful Eyes, Mark R Slaughter
  54. Mirrors, Brittany Buffington
  55. Mirror Mirror - Mirror Me!, John Knight
  56. FANTASIES OF A MIRROR PART-1, Leonard Rebello
  57. Reflection, Rising Morning Star
  58. VOODOODED LIPS, Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
  59. The Glass in the Glass, William F Dougherty
  60. The Mirror Tells The Tale, Payyton Egerstaffer
  61. The girl in the mirror, Lillie Ellis
  62. Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber, Mark R Slaughter
  63. A Mirror’s Just Clutter, Stanley Cooper
  64. Déja Vu, Adg
  65. Innocent Mirror, Mehreen Mujeeb
  66. MIRROR, chidubem okeke
  67. Broken Images, Distorted Views, Ralph Acosta
  68. Mirror Mirror, Camilla Ghosh
  69. Mirror, abdul razaq
  70. Pain is Beauty..., Carmen Roebuck
  71. Hall of Mirrors, Elyse Elwood
  72. Untitled, Analla Maple
  73. Reflections, David Taylor
  74. Mamma's Reflection, Isabelle Cooper
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