Don't Be Surprised
My love,
Don't be surprised,
If early in the morning,
After no being able to sleep at all,
You find yourself in front of a mirror
And see an image that resembles me,
Don't think, for a moment,
That it is a distorted image of you,
But a clear one of me,
Reflected in that mirror
Which is tightly fixed in front of you,
Letting you know that I am still
Living within your heart and mind...
You must understand
That there are things in life
Beyond your total control,
Natural feelings that still persist,
Sweet memories of the time
When, unconditionally, to you,
I surrendered my soul,
But love it is not your fault,
If our lives ended up
With totally different results....
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Mirror Image
I get up this morning, forget about all my plans
Think about my vacations with my latest man
Everything I did, what I shouldve done
Why I didnt stay why I didnt run
Only I hold the key to unlock the door
I might make mistakes I made them before
Think I hear about my life as a book
Think I rather forget but they forced me to look
Chorus:
(mirror image, mirror image)
If it isnt in black and white
(it never happened)
(mirror image) reflection of me
Do you see what they want you to see?
Looking at my life through mirror image
Mirror image
Must I confess everything that Ive done?
Cant a girl go out and have herself some fun?
I dont wanna be judge I dont want the blame
Living for the day is how I play the game
There always a dream theres always a stage
Somebodys looking now its on the front page
Through my rear view mirror I can see where Ive been
I forget the beginning and I cant see the end
Chorus
Only I hold the key to unlock the door
I might make mistakes I made them before
Think I hear about my life as a book
Think I rather forget but they forced me to look
Chorus x 2 (ad libs)
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O' Mirror
All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
I see the quiet nature depicted on my complexion,
And I know my `self' is veiled by a humane mask.
In the mirror my image looks like any other human,
My hand-face-eyes all are normal and intact.
Yet behind that intact wall
How many wounded memories, how much pain of loss,
And emptiness lives
Only my heart knows.
Where does my heart live?
Nobody knows that, even the mirror does not.
Still I look at with deep wonder
To find where in my heart
Inconsistent pain and imperfections are;
In the outer shell of mine I find only indifference.
This mirror shows very strange image;
It does not find my own world, -
My emptiness, frustration, the heart breaking emotion-
It does not show me anything.
Only those impassive eyes look at me,
How much tribulation of heart it hides!
In the outer quiet nature none of that be found;
O' Mirror, show me the image of my heart, if you can.
poem by Riffat Samad
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My Love In A Mirror
She stood there
looking at herself...
at the beauty God bestowed on her
in front of this mirror
I stood behind her, wrapping my soul around her
my dark brown arms against her pale skin,
covering her nakedness
in front of this mirror
Our bodies stirred, feeling the fire
remembering our lovemaking earlier,
and previous times we have stood here
in front of this mirror
Like this very moment, her eyes
arresting me, her soul possessing me,
the warmth of my body against hers
in front of this mirror
poem by Pablo Loves Life
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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.
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Ernest Hyde
My mind was a mirror:
It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.
In youth my mind was just a mirror
In a rapidly flying car,
Which catches and loses bits of the landscape.
Then in time
Great scratches were made on the mirror,
Letting the outside world come in,
And letting my inner self look out.
For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow,
A birth with gains and losses.
The mind sees the world as a thing apart,
And the soul makes the world at one with itself.
A mirror scratched reflects no image—
And this is the silence of wisdom.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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I'm As Young As I Was
I stand
In front of the mirror daily
I ask myself
What has changed in me?
Between yesterday and today
I do not get an answer
I feel I am as young as I was
This goes on for years
I see white hairs
Wrinkles on the face
One day
Have I become old?
I ask myself
I do not get an answer
I feel I am as young as I was
Life goes on and on
One day
I find it difficult to stand
My image in the mirror
Looks blurred
Hands tremble
When combing the hair
Have I become old?
I ask myself
I do not get an answer
I feel I am as young as I was
One day I am in bed
I am told,
I am sick and old
No, I say
I may be old in age
But not at heart
In the mind
I am as young as I was
I got well
I still stand
In front of the mirror daily
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Mirror
Mirror
Rema Prasanna
Mirror on the matt finished wall
reflected me in real
The carved wooden frame from
an antique collection
replicate my image in factual
masures
Is it me I wonder in anguish?
The same mirror not long ago
cheered me up in mornings
where I see now only a mirage
an image of over tested age
and one forgiving hand note
a few alphabets from conflicting
dictionary of life
a façade I describe in mindless
anticipation
Synopsis of life ruled out a
remote control scroll back
to tune it all again afresh
Certain objects only move forward
in self assurance I confirm it as
the transpiring mirror of life
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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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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In the steps of Rumi 86: The Mirror
This mirror.
She has stood in front of it for many minutes;
this; that;
finally asked the mirror silently
its opinion.
The mirror agreed with the perfection
that she saw in herself now, in front of it..
Now she leaves the room.
The mirror has nothing to reflect.
While it’s reflecting nothing,
steal up to it from the side,
admire it. Maybe praise it
by polishing it. Wonder, how it is
that it has an in front of it,
yet no behind it.
Wonder how it is
that it never lies,
always tells the truth,
yet agrees with all we see in it..
Wonder too, how it brings
all who stand in front of it, to silence..
bestows this rare blessing upon all,
which is beyond the ability of men,
of books..
Somewhere where ideas emerge
from nowhere into somewhere,
then roam anywhere and everywhere,
mind and mirror were given a secret which they share.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I See The Image That The Mirror Is Reflecting
I see the image that the mirror is reflecting
And right away I know that the image that the mirror is sending through
The mirror is of you
That at the same time I find it to be beautiful
Because it leaves me also speechless
In no time
poem by Aldo Kraas
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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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You Know, The Reflection You Don't Recognize
You know
its kind of weird
when you look
in the mirror
and cant decide
exactly who
you are really
looking at
You know
its kinda stupid
when you fall
to your knees
and pray
to a god
that you don't
even believe in
You know
its kinda rude
when someone says
that you've changed
into something
that isn't what
they want to
see anymore
and this is why
i'm standing here
in front of this
tainted mirror
thinking that
maybe there is
some truth
in their words
You know
what i mean
to say when
i try to explain
that i have
lost my image
in this reflection
that i see
You know
how it feels
to collapse to
a world that
engulfs you
into thinking that
you are not
what they wanted
You know
what its like
to feel defeated
day to day
by the little words
people say
that distort the
image in the mirror
and then i ask
do you know
how it feels
to stand and
see the reflection
of someone
that you don't
recognize in
a mirror of nothing
but yourself
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
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Twisted Mirror
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 man’s 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.
poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Mirror mirror on the wall
You reflect the image of how far we fall
from grace as we consider the face
we believe ourselves to be.
Is that all that most of us see?
We are fooled by that looking glass.
And yet we glimpse at it as we pass
all of our imperfections we carry around.
But inside our eyes what is found
is the soul that accepts all of our flaws.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I must always try to recall
who I am and always shall be.
It's certainly not just what I see.
For I am more than my image shows,
more than my figure, my height, my pose.
I am who I've always been,
not this body that I find I'm in.
I am the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am the morn, the night, the noon.
And so I say to my mirrored wall.
'You can't ever reflect me.
For you don't know me at all.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Night Mirror
I'm sitting in an empty field
can't remember how I got here
stunned, I feel a bitter chill
Apprehension mixed with raw fear
I feel an evil presence near
find myself frozen in terror
Suddenly the enemy appears
find myself looking in a mirror
I scream
I wake up from this odd dream
feelings of trepidation on me
get up from the bed yawning stretch
go to the john to take a piss
take a glimpse in the mirror
laughing at these feelings of terror
finish my business and smile
the image smiles back, then laughs
I retreat fast
as the image in the looking glass
attempts to grab me
I scream
shake my head as I wake from this dream
find myself in my parents house alone
I'm 8 years old
something else is here with me
not somebody but something evil here
my fear causes my bladder to leak
shaking, why did they go and leave?
forsaking me to this evil thing
slowly creeping closer to me
I try to close my eyes but still see
misty at first now clearing
the vision near me the mirror me
the evil nearing me ready to devour me
closer now almost overpowering me
as I cower in my bed eyes closed tightly
I awake and find it was just another night thing
a dream
within a dream within a dream
The oddest thing
am I awake? I get up out of bed
the mirror image dances in my head
like an evil twin
taunting me, tempting me to look again
I laugh, a nervous laugh, take nervous steps
toward the bathroom, open the door
turn the light on... turn around and
suddenly I understand the dream
I scream
an endless nightmare of my own doing
i stare in abject fear at the ruin
the body lying there, my body dead
eyes staring at the mirror... in facination
I look and see me look in accusation
looking back at me as if to say
look what you did, you ended it too soon
i hang my head I feel just like a fool
I feel the icy breath and look back up
the mirror image bearing down on me
Another dream? Can't bare it anymore
I feel the hand of evil fill my soul
the evil in the mirror takes a hold
I scream
The dream begins again
I'm sitting in an empty field
can't remember how I got here
stunned, I feel a bitter chill
Apprehension mixed with raw fear...
poem by John Vogel
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Image In The Mirror
That image in the mirror
Is another girl
I wish I could be
That image in the mirror
Is so skinny
So pretty
That image in the mirror
Is the ME
I WANT to be
poem by Courtney Welden
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I Lost My Inocense..
i lost my inocense
This morning i woke up
i saw the mirror
which worked 4 me as a window
it showed me a little girl
runing behind his dad
asking him to take leave
the mirror said that was you
but i cudnt feel a sense of me
coz i still run behind some1
bu not 4 love or relation
but i run 4 simply me
then the mirror showed me another grl
joining hands in front of god
may b 4 his brother to get well
with her inocent eyes tears fell
the mirror said that was you
but i cudnt feel a sense of me
coz i still join my hands in front of god
but not for others
but my clever eyes cry just for me
the mirror then showed another grl
she stood alone, all alone, realy alone
and the mirror asked me to recognise her
i cudnt find who was her
the mirror closed its window
now i cud again c myself
but i looked the same as her
then i realised that girl is me
i lost my inocense i agree
poem by Sushmita Tripathi
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Mirror
A thin flat pane
Of unblemished glass
And a reflecting plane
Of sputtered aluminum…
Mirror …amazing mirror
A symbol of fashion
Image of civilization
Right turned left
Again reflect
A self-portrait.
Mirror on the Hubble
It's Newton's kind
Exploring the universe
For all mankind.
Laser and mirror
Worked together
And gave this generation
An all new communication.
Mirror for makeup
The fair one behold,
Man's close shave
Handsome and bold.
Eye of the immersed
The sub's periscope
Eye pleasing patterns
Of the kaleidoscope.
Side view mirror
Rear view mirror
Drive without either
Sure a disaster.
Mirror to life's
Reflected shine
Life without mirror
It's hard to imagine.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Mirror Image.
i've met my mirror image,
lost in his hazel eyes,
loved my mirror image,
till my heart exploded with colors,
hated my mirror image,
with a fury even satan would cringe,
I've met my complete opposite,
lost in his inner beauty,
love my complete opposite,
my heart burst with colors every secong in his arms,
want my complete opposite,
till our souls leave for somewhere better.
poem by Sabrina Seriva
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Mirrored Image So Unlike Me
Adrift on mirror water without command,
My life out of control, I try to understand.
Within this summer day’s afternoon heat,
Is that my heart like thunder I hear beat?
As winds whisper across this lake’s face,
I see an image of some man in this place.
Given to instability of body and the mind,
In lone canoe I rise to see what I may find.
Who is it standing on the water I now see?
In tearful silence a reflection so unhappy.
Lost in tortuous void nothing touches he.
It is my reflected image yet so unlike me.
Chained with fetters of regret is my soul,
For not holding to you in the days of old.
Endless drops of tears on my face I feel,
In shock I wipe the moisture as I kneel.
So of this special hope I will eternally hold,
Still desiring the touch of my maiden bold.
Locked from your world due to my vanity,
In my seclusion I search for some sanity.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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