The Mirror

Jun 09, 2008 - 21:51 PM PST
In English, we were forced to write poetry...Its not very good but i havent put anything up recently so might as well.

It sits on a maple-stained desk.
Staring into the face of itself.
With eloquence and serenity,
it waits for its purpose.
To display the truth at its best.
Someone stares into it,
Searching for the person that lies within the glass.
Who is this person?
Why is she relying on an image to find herself?
In disappointment, the mirror is left alone.
Once again.
Waiting for its next encounter.

I'll post some more if i can find the others >.<

The Mirror


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Jun 09, 2008 - 22:25 PM

mbulsht on
Yayee! Poetry!
I dearly loves poetry, even though I can't write it. And this is a prime example.
A Perfect Passage!
A Wondrous Writing!
A Vivid Verse!
A Prime Poem!
Awesomely Avante-Garde (okay, maybe not)
A Rigorous Reflection!
And other alliterations...