Happiness is a sunbeam, Which may pass through a thousand bosoms Without losing a particle of its original ray Nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, Like the converged light on a mirror, It reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
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Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
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Mystery's Mirror Rhyme
Mirror's muse reflects
as mirror recollects
on mirror which reflects
upon mirror which reflects
upon mystery of light.
Mirror thus protects
mirror which projects
reflection which reflects
on mirror which expects
historical insight.
Mirror interjects
texts, textures and contexts
which chance elects, selects
then checks and double checks
for infinite delight.
Mirror's light directs
life's mysteries, neglects
naught it interconnects
as cause links to effects
exciting to invite.
Mirror then detects
mirror which deflects
mirror which rejects
history of night
when mirror role reflects
Mirror thus connects,
collects and self respects,
perpetually perfects
externals it bedecks
with inner meanings' might.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mirror mirror…
A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.
In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.
poem by Zarina Binda
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And There is...a Mirror
And there is a mirror
A legend of honesty
Shadow for someone
And never be the light
That is mirror
Sometimes gloomy and icy
Sometimes lives just to see
That is mirror
Sometimes reflects from the wasted
Giving the venom contained truth
But let the mirror
Standing strong without losing freedom
Before the spell is broken
And bursts like shattered glass
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mirrors…..
Take a look in the mirror and realize what you see..
Is it really you or someone you cannot be..
What you say in the mirror, is what the mirror tells..
Then why your own mirror, reflects some one else..
Every mirror has a story, it does tell a tale..
It reflects joy of success, and your tears when you fail..
The mirror never lies, it reflects what is true..
If you yourself dont know who you are, how can it reflect you..? ?
You may look perfect in the mirror, but take a look inside..
There are things unsaid, untold, now your eyes fail to hide..
Watch right through your soul, make sure it's not haunting..
Never realized who you are, your self-esteem still taunting..? ?
The mirror reflects a question mark, that is it really fair..? ?
You failed to live for others, for yourself only you care..
Look in the reflective gaze of glass, try finding your mistake..
Move close, Gaze into the lie and realize that it's fake...
Ask the mirror to reflect the facts, and to show the truth..
Wrongs you did in your life, right from childhood to youth..
Stop wishing for more, the mirrages will never be true..
It may be close to perfection, but it is just not you..
Make your soul your mirror, one that doesn't lie..
Make it pure and crystal clear, say a prayer up high..
Your heart reflects the person you are, so there's nothing to hide..
No mirror reflects you better then the one inside..
poem by Abhijit Surve
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Let go of your worries
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth,
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
You're Only Losing Your Heart
Don't do anything I wouldn't do
Pass me anyway, like I'm a fool for you
Passionate anyway
Walkin' out the back door
Used to be alive until just now
It's just becoming unreal
You're only losing your heart
It's nothing critical
You won't believe it till it starts
You're only losing your heart
It's not unusual
It's only tearing you apart
Don't do anything I wouldn't do
Pass me anyway, lie like a fool
Laugh at me anyway
Walkin' out the back door
Used to be alive until just now
It's just becoming unreal
You're only losing your heart
It's nothing critical
You won't believe it till it starts
You're only losing your heart
It's not unusual
It's only tearing you apart
Solo
Oh, how can I be
So far away
Without a reason?
Should I know
How not to lose?
How can I not
Follow you anymore?
But I'm lost
Take me away!
Takin' all my time, make me a choice
Passionate anyway
Walkin' out the back door
Used to be alive until just now
It's just becoming unreal
You're only losing your heart
It's nothing critical
You con't believe it till it starts
You're only losing your heart
You can't believe it to be
The thing that's tearing you apart
You're only losing your heart
It's nothing visual
You won't believe it till it starts
You're only losing your heart
The thing you're dreamin' of is
The thing that's tearing you apart
Even though I'm wasting my time
song performed by by Zebra
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Mirror Me
Do you know who is beautiful?
Mirror me, you will know you are.
Do you know who has the brightest face?
Mirror through my eyes, you will know it is you.
Do you know who has the sweetest taste?
Just mirror through my tongue, you will know you are.
Do you know why I said you are amazing?
Please mirror through my heart, you will see you are wonderful.
Do you know why I said you are nice?
Just mirror through my eyes, you know you are the nicest.
I am the mirror that never lie.
A mirror that you can trust
Even when broken, I still reflects
That you are the most beautiful,
Cool and charming
Priceless and passionate
Starry and the sweetest
Mirror through my heart, you will believe what I said.
Here comes my love for you, please click and comfirm......! ! !
poem by Naseeru Taneemu Annuree
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Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.
Innocent Mirror
Look into your mirror
And tell me what you see
Is it really you?
Or someone you cannot be
Don’t look at someone else’s mirror
And tell them who they should be
Looking in their mirror
Will not change what your mirror sees
When you look into your mirror
Are you sure you see yourself?
As you gaze into your eyes
Are you sure your eyes aren’t reflecting someone else?
It’s not the mirror’s fault,
That it reflects someone else
How do you expect a mirror to reflect you
If you don’t know who you are yourself
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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Fantasies Of A Mirror Part-1
The mirror gasped as she stood in front of it with her tresses flowing longingly
The mirror looked in her dark brown eyes
The mirror admired her almost perfect lips
The mirror gazed longingly at her perfect hips
The mirror took her in its arms
The mirror embraced her reflection in itself
The mirror ran its fingers through her soft hair
The mirror kissed her lips a thousand times
The mirror bit her slender neck
The mirror whispered a thousand nothings in her ears
The mirror …..The mirror ……The mirror
The mirror left its love bites all over her soft warm body
poem by Leonard Rebello
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Originally Yours
challenged to be
original
i quit. i am not
original i am a xerox
copy of
another mind
i am a duplicate
of another carbon
copy
i am an imprint
of another zealousness
i use other people's words
i listen to
every syllable
and they all stay
inside my heart
like decanted
mass from acetic acid
from coconut
wine.
i am not original
i look at myself
in the mirror
i am not original
but i put on a smile
i am too
one kind of
a handsome
copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fear Of Losing
Fear
its fear of losing
the one who loves deeply
lives with fear of losing,
till he dies
As the day pass
the degree of fear may
rise up and up.
it creates flood in heart
and tears in eyes.
then they may whisper
'its hard to deal with pain of losing you'
poem by Lavya Lakshmi
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Lunatic....
too much intimacy
reflects like a mirror
in such a way that i
see myself
completely in you
and that will be
very painful so i shy
away
i put the mirror under
my bed
cover it with a page
of a book of
poems
and then i go out
of the house
sit on a bench
and reflect again
under the light
of the
full moon....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect World
We can realign the stars if you just close your eyes.
We can watch the skies like we did before.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning still thinking you are in a dream from the night before.
Happiness is when you breathe the perfume of flowers not noticing their backdropp against the luscious carpet of emerald meadows.
Happiness is following the intrinsic requests of your heart and soul and happy in the idea that you are doing what your heart desires most.
While all around you the mighty world strikes at the portal to your very being, essence of yourself.
Happiness is feeling that you’re only a small example of a grand creation yet still feeling higher than the mountains themselves.
Happiness is when you smile at yourself in the mirror without thinking of someway to change yourself.
Happiness is walking out the house not caring what your appearance is because you don’t care what people think of you.
Happiness is knowing that you are loved for you and not some made-up unnatural stranger.
To be seen as the real me, not letting anyone put me down or hold me back is what would make me happy.
Hence why I smile eternally.
poem by Jane Tomlin
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Physical Presence
I leave as I enter
another boy caught in-between
now all I can muster
are whispers to your screams
don't you remember
how you eased my disgrace
don't you remember
the love you saw in my face
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
I sought affection
but now I realize
a cold rejection
the movement in your eyes
but I can remember
when you shook against me
I can remember
when I saw what love could be
perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
when I couldn't give
only she could forgive it
ain't what she did
it's the way that she did it
as long as I live
it's for me to re-live it . . .
silence . . .
part of the answer
is that there's really no escape
part of the answer
is that life can have such perfect shape
don't you remember
all the nights you shared in my disgrace
don't you remember
that the love that filled this empty space was . . .
. . . perfected in silence
a physical presence
perfected in silence
a physical presence
song performed by by Level 42
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Art of losing
Maybe a shock, maybe hard in the beginning
Maybe too soon, maybe numb in the feeling
Losing is losing
Always brings an amount of grief
Even the rich, even the expert
Whether once, whether often
Losing is losing
And deal with it
Whether precious, whether replaceable
Whether unconscious choice, whether paying the price
Losing is losing
But don't be carried with guilt
Whether mysteriously disappeared, whether deeply investigated
Whether destroying your life, whether ruining your happiness
Losing is losing
So start to forgive yourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sure Thing
Its saturday night and its a perfect night for dancin
Ive had my makeup off and on all day
But its gotta be right for a night of sweet romancing
And Ive combed my hair at least a thousand ways
Mirror mirror dont you tell a soul
Of how I smiled and talked all day to you
And how I practiced every step I know of
But tonights the night and Im a dancing fool
Chorus:
(its a sure thing) when the sun goes down this evenin
(its a sure thing) to be out on the dancing floor
(its a sure thing) Ill be the last one leavin
(its a sure thing) gonna dance till I cant no more
I could of had a date but I thought Id take my chances
Im gonna dance with a different guy to every song
Then Im a gonna wait till the right one strikes my fancy
The hes gonna be the one to dance me home
Repeat chorus twice
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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the old man in Greece...
somewhere in Greece
now i remember
because of your letter
there was an old man
who holds a piece of
a shattered mirror
that he carries everywhere
and those that he cannot
confront
or say
see directly he does
with his mirror
and he had since then
seen them all
whatever light he captures
he reflects it to those
who are sad like him
and he tells himself now
i understand
now i am no longer afraid
now i can proceed to
the ways of
being alone
what road is left
he must traverse
what thought is there
he must think for
himself
and before he died
(because he died in truth
alone in his bedroom)
he wrote his view of the
world
in that shattered piece
of mirror
still reflecting
whatever small light
he stored
from within....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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