Poems about Mirror poems

Who is this aging woman I see in the mirror? Who is this woman with the tear filled eyes? Who is this woman with the broken heart? Who is she? Is it Me? Have I changed so much? Has time torn apar

I'm looking in my mirrorTheres a girl in there tonightShes breaking apart so quicklyAnd nothing can make it alrightHer eyes are red and swollenMascara bleeding down her faceShe'll never let them

_girl in my mirror_I look at myself in the mirror todayBut i cant recognize my faceIt wasnt me anymoreThis is not what i used to beI asked my reflection, who are you? what have you done to me?

If you looked in the mirrorwhat would you seea face full of anger and hypocrisywould you study the eyeswith their bridge to the souland say there's a personwhose honesty showswould the lines te

O, human love is brittle as a glass! And breaks into pieces, you cannot glue, Enticing people’s hearts, until they pass; Succeeding in the hands of just a few! You ought to handle it with supre

Mirror, mirrorOn the wall.How old will I beWhen I fall? Mirror, mirror, In the locker.Will I be famous in baseball, or should I try soccer? Mirror, mirror, On the door.Where will I be, Wh

when you look in the mirrorit scares you to see your reflectiona worthless human beingwho drags through the dayand wishes nightfall would come quickerso you could hide that ugly face the window

Mirror Mirror on the wallDo you even care at all? Every question you rejectEven if we genuflect.(Written Sept 2012)Author: John Carter Brown

They say that mirrors are gateways to a parallel universeand I think this may be truebecause although we look alike, I am nothing like you.I wish you could be the mother that you used to beinstead

Indolence blocks effulgenceIgnorance swallows intelligenceArrogance eats brillianceAdamance fuels anarchism! Jealousy blinds compassionEnvy engulfs eruditionAnger gulps ambitionLust kills affe

Because the dawn empties its pockets of our nightmares.Because the wings of birds are dusty with fear. Because another war has eaten its way into the granary of stars. What can console us? Is the

Mirror mirror on the wallYou reflect the image of how far we fallfrom 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 glas