I look my best after an entire hair and makeup team has spent hours perfecting me. When do I feel my best? When I haven't looked in a mirror for days, and I'm doing things that make me happy.
quote by Anne Hathaway
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Who Is She?
She put on her makeup,
lipstick and blush.
She did up her hair
with comb and brush.
She looked in the mirror
and what did she see?
Someone all made up,
not someone who was she.
For she was a plain gal,
always had been.
She was covering up freckles
and a scar on her chin.
She made up her mind
to become who she was.
Threw away the cosmetics
like a plain gal does.
She undid her hair
and let it flow free.
Looked in the mirror.
What did she see?
Someone who definitely
couldn't be she.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Look In The Mirror
I look in the mirror
And what do I see
A reflection of someone else
Staring out at me
I see someone I used to know
Someone who used to be me
As I look in the mirror
That’s what I see
One drink led to another
A drunkard I became
Now my poor family
Are looked on with shame
Empty bottles fill every corner
Money I have none
My wife and children go hungry
As I crawl around the floor
As the days grew longer
The worse I became
Bottle followed bottle
Perfecting my shame
I yelled and I shouted
Strange things did I see
But none were more stranger
Than a reflection of me
poem by David Harris
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Looking Glass Reflections
When I was a child
the glass on the wall
was a mirror of me.
I put on faces and hats
and spent hours imagining
When I was thirteen
I hated the mirror,
for it showed me
the spots on my face
I spent hours attempting to cover.
When I was twenty
I would look in the mirror
and create each new face
that appeared on the stage
for the evening performance.
When I was a mother
I sat with my daughter
and showed her
the 'girl in the mirror'
and told them both stories.
When my children were grown
I met an old lover, who said
I was sexy and stood me
naked in front of the mirror
and forced me to look.
Now that I'm sixty, the image
I see depends on the mirror.
I like the one in the bedroom
because it faces the window
and the light is flattering -
especially if I take off my glasses.
poem by Alison Cassidy
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I Shattered the Mirror
I kicked the mirror with my boot,
Then I finally saw how different I looked.
I loved looking at me.
So I kicked the mirror again,
I looked ever more different,
Just the way I wanted to look.
This time, I kicked the mirror,
Till it made sounds of sharp shattering.
I looked gorgeous now in front of this mirror.P
I wanted to be shattered again!
Post shattering, I screamed hooray,
For my shattered look became me and I smiled.
The reason I shattererd this mirror,
Was that this mirror was my own self-image,
This mirror showed me bad,
So the self-improvement,
Was a happy thing not sad.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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One moment
One moment to the the mirror i lent
Needed to match and pick
Interrupted by my soul smiled and shared a wink
Caught up began to deeply think
Deeper and deeper i did sink
From dust and dirt in my soul endlessly blink
From the fountain of life realised i had my drink
One moment to the mirror i lent
More than just my hair and care i spent
Deep into my spirit and soul i went
Everything seemed so awkwardly bent
Swift gales blow over the ash i burnt
Prayed and hoped for something heaven sent
From the moment to the mirror i lent
For my hair and care i was meant
One moment to the mirror i lent
Toned my face and styled my hair
Deeper and deeper in me i did stare
Realize what was..........
And what was not there
Expressions in my makeup revealed my care
So i was exquisite flawless and fair
One moment to the mirror i lent
To prepare and set off my day
Smiled and laughed felt jolly and gay
Found myself trapped in solo fundamental play
Visioned moments i adorned, adored to portray
And from one moment i lent i found my way
poem by Wes Mbanje
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The Mirror...
I Looked At The Mirror
Mirror, Looked Back At Me
I Asked The Mirror
What Do You See?
The Mirror Smiled
“Same As You See”
I Touched The Mirror
The Mirror, Touched Me
Pressing To Break Thru
Glass Vanity
For Tho’ Eye To Eye
Sometimes I See
Mirror’s Right
Is Left To Me
And My Right Side … Made Mirror Left
I Got Perplexed At Imagery
And I Turned Away From Mirror
And Mirror Turned From Me
Our Backs To Each Other
Exposed Rigidly
But, Both Turned Back To Face
And Touch Same Place, And Be
Contained and Content
In Each Other’s Space Respectfully
We Shattered The Barrier
Between Mirror and Me
Back To Reflecting Our World
And The Same Things, We See …
Oh … Mirror, Mirror …
Reflecting You … Seeing Me …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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I'm Gonna Write You A New Poem
It seems like every time I sit down to write of you
That it's forced, it's negative, it's a battle, it's depressing too
But that's now how I want you to think that I think of you, because
I actually love you, just pause
And think, and remember that I tried to push you away
In everything... that yo might say
That you'd never love me.
Then I KNOW you'd be happy because I'm just not good enough
Then I try to be tough
And accept the pain, you know, love you enough to let you go.
But I want to make sure that you also KNOW
That I ardently love you, you see
Not every poem about you is negative or about the struggle inside of me
I actually could go on for hours about how much I care
Could go on for hours about your wonderful traits and hair
But the real reason I love you so
Is because you're beautiful on the inside
That is why it makes me wonder why you seem to hide
Behind makeup and pride
Don't you know
That you're enough without all those things
I pray you do, but I know I can't be the one to tell you
I pray you have someone to love for who you are too
I wish it could be me, but I guess that's up to you
So I just needed to write a poem that could say how much I love you
But I don't know the words to say, and I'm scared that if I tell you
All the reasons that I love you
I won't be able to stop, and then I won't be able to let you
Go
poem by David Knox
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Makeup
When you wake up in the morning
And you put the makeup upon your face
Do you try to cover up the age and lines
Or only the sins and deceptions and the disgrace.
Do you try to place on a happy smile
By putting bright lipstick upon your lips
Or do you try to cover up your own hard life
Something that someone like you never forgets.
And as you look into your mirror
Do you powder the many lines upon your face
The lines that has stretched from years ago
Unto the present days of your life and waste.
Do you try to cover up the bags under your eyes
From all the many restless and sleepless nights
The nights when you cared not where you went
As long as you went and held on to someone tight.
Do you place the powder upon your cheeks
To make you look so cheerful and so very nice
But as they say you cant judge a book by its cover
And if they knew you, they need only to think twice.
And as you are preparing yourself for the day
With your makeup in front of you and on the shelf
Does it take you a little longer to put it on each day
As you try to cover yourself up and become someone else.
The makeup you have will you pass it along one day
And then show someone else how to cover up their lines
Maybe your sisters or even maybe your daughters
That is though if they need to cover up their lying.
And do you ever step back away from your mirror
Do you ever try to look at yourself as a whole
Does it ever bring tears into your heart and eyes
Do you ever wish that you still had a soul.
So as your prepare to start your brand new morning
With your lipstick and powders and so much more
Do you ever wish that you could just wash your face clean
And never have to cover up your ways and lies from the nights before.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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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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Image Of Me
I looked in the mirror today. I stared at myself and could not look away. I seen several things within myself. I seen my fears, my mistakes, and my sins. I am unable to see the good within myself. I am only able to see my faults. The only reason i looked into that mirror was becuase of you. There is something about the way you look at me. your eyes are like swords that peirce my soul. They cut me and search me. They have scanned and only found the good in me. they did not find what i found when i looked into the mirror at myself. I wonder why i can't see your image of me when i stare into the mirror.
poem by Andrew Ryan
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Look In The Mirror, See What I See
If I had a dime for every minute in time
I would be rich, when did it fly by
look into the mirror, to see what I see
a young crew cut boy, all full of smiles
was a clown with no frowns
look again and time changed
a long hair Teen, in jeans
a rebel to the cause
look in the mirror, see what I see
a clean cut service man
lean and mean on the Army team
times have changed so fast
look in the mirror, see what I see
a working man, a family man
a daddy and hubby, funny a long the way
time flies, where does it go
look in the mirror see what I see
older man, worn and torn
a worker to the end, a grandfather on the mend
wondering when did it change
where's the boy, and the young man gone
just this old worn happy man
where he came from is everyone's journey
look in the mirror, see what i see
poem by Michael Peterson
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Magic's In The Makeup
Can you tell I'm faking it? But I want to be myself
A counterfeit disposition
Can't be good for my health
So many different faces
Depending on the different phases
My personality changes
I'm a chameleon
There's more than one dimension
I can fool you and attract attention
Camouflage my nature
Let me demonstrate...
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the make up
Who am I?
If you bore me then I'm comfortable
If you interest me I'm scared
My attraction paralyzes me
No courage to show my true colors that exist
But I want to be the real thing
But if you catch my eye can't be authentic
The one's I loath are the one's that know me the best
My makeup's all off
Who am I?
The magic's in the make up
Who am I?
The makeup's all off
Who am I?
If the magic's in the make up
Then who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
But I want to be real the thing
But the magic's in the makeup
And I want to be the real thing
My makeup's all off
Who am I?
song performed by by No Doubt from Return Of Saturn
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If the entire team can feel the same way about these things, you can consistently remain a winner.
Make you happy
Things that make you happy
Aren't supposed to be bad
Right? Then how do I play in
Where would it all come together
I know what makes you happy,
I know what makes you sad
But how come everything I do
Is always so bad?
Why do I make you happy
How come its so bad
Everything is suppose to be okay
It should all be fine
But even though I make you happy
I also make you feel like dieing
Then how do I make you happy
Why am I so bad?
Why don't you just ley me love you
Let yourself be happy?
Why can't you just let things fall into place
The way everything is supposed to be
Sometimes I hate myself
Because of the way you say I make you feel
At the same time I know you hate yourself
And are waiting to make things real
So why dont you?
Why can't you let yourself go
Don't worry about what they say
Eventually they will all just fade away
I wont ever fade away
I will always be here waiting for you
Waiting to make you happy
Because things that make you happy
Aren't suppose to make you sad
And they're definately not going to be bad
I just dont understand
How am I bad for you?
How could I even be good for you
When I'm not even good for myself
I can't explain whats going on with me
I can't tell you how much I wish
For you to be happy
But at the same time
I hope that you are miserable without me
Because I was suppose to make you happy
I was going to be the one to make your day
Now it makes my day when you
Just stop to talk to me
Or make sure I'm doing okay
Until I make you happy I will always be bad
And you will always be sad
That's how it goes
But that wont be enough
Not to make my world go 'round
I need you to let me be the one...
Let me be the one to make you happy
Because if it makes you happy
It can't possibly be that bad.
poem by Beautifully Unknown
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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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Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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Don't come to my House
Don't come to my house.
I'm not fashion trendy.
I'm not style savvy.
I'm not a "make-up
And foundation" person.
I haven't waxed
My legs.
I haven't tweezed
My brows.
I haven't had my
Facials.
I haven't
Colored my hair.
I haven't yet
Manicured nor
Pedicured.
Don't come to my house,
For if you come, you'll
Come seeking my
Physical beauty…
And push me
Out of my
Comfort-zone.
You are not my hubby
Who loves me just the way
I am.
With him, I can make do
With the barest minimum
That makes me feel
Neat and tidy…
For he loves me
Even if I look untidy ;)
(Poem themed on Acceptance)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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She Loved Me; I Loved Her Not-Chapter Two
Audrey stood in front of the mirror that night
with the radio on staring at her body
in just in her bra and panties
evaluating her body, comparing her body,
her hair, her mouth, her behind
to Carly's
putting tissue paper in her bra cups
trying to get them look like Carly's breasts
puffing out her behind
pouting her lips
trying on a shade of lipstick
of lip gloss
that matched the kinds Carly wore.
She put her shortest shirt
thinking to hem to make it shorter
but not too short;
She didn't want to look cheap;
she would have to hide it in her backpack to get it out of the house.
She would have to change in the girl's bathroom at school
hoping no one would notice how her clothing had changed
that no one would notice and tell her parents,
or worse report her to the principal.
She didn't want people to start to talking about her
that would be mortifying
rumors would start
boys would start to think she was easy
and some of the girls would say she was a tramp or "fast."
Lots of girls at school wore short skirts but if she Audrey
wore one
people would notice,
her reputation would get ruined.
She looked at the skirt in the mirror
to see if her thighs,
now exposed,
looked fat or were too thick.
She stared at them not being able to tell
after all
she was not used to seeing her thighs in a short skirt.
She went to her closet to retrieve a top,
a white top,
because she felt that would not draw as much attention
buttoning up the front, with tiny pearl buttons.
staring at herself in the mirror;
examining her tissue-paper breasts
inside the top,
noting to her embarrassment
that her breasts looked lumpy.
Lumpy breasts would be a problem.
She pulled out a pair of socks from her closet
placing them carefully inside her bra.
They looked ok
but she would have to sew them in|
to be sure they didn't fall out
She dropped the socks on the dark carpet
and went to the closet to look again for something else.
She decided on cotton,
cotton
which she tore from the shoulder pads of the suit her aunt had given her
for her visit to New York
her junior year.
She took the shoulder pads out and tired them on,
turning slowing in front of the mirror to see how they looked.
They were perfect
and she breathed a gentle sigh of relief.
Now the eyes and the makeup;
She had some
and some she had borrowed
from her mother's makeup kit
and some she had gotten from her girlfriend, Mary
offering the excuse she had seen in a magazine some new things which could be done
with makeup.
Mary didn't ask any questions.
Arrayed before her was eyeliner, blush, powder,
and tweezers for eyebrow plucking,
gloss, foundation, false eyebrows, eyelash thickener, sparkles,
and something Mary had given her which she had no clue as to what it could be used for
(It turned out something which could thicken your newly plucked eyebrows.)
She never wore makeup before, at least to school
and it was suddenly dawning on her
that showing up with all this makeup was bound to be noticed.
She turned from the mirror, feeling dazed
going to sit on the side of her bed
realizing
that all this,
her plan
was dishonest
and not her.
It was too phony and people would see through it.
If her love was steady and strong
she thought
I would see that in time
eventually
or not.
But she would not pretend to be a person different than she was
because that would be obvious to everyone,
me and to herself.
If love was to triumph here Audrey concluded
it could not be based upon makeup and tight clothes.
She then decided what she would do, closing the make-up cases intinctively understanding it was an important decision in her young life.
The next day she told me what she had decided to do and I listened
not reacting
surprised
just looking at her for a moment
stunned
as she told me the details
of the night before,
The makeup, the short skirt
the tight blouse,
all of it.
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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