So the point of Sylvia in this poem is told from the mirror hung on the wall. Mirror poem basically covers the different dimensions of human nature, life, beauty, death and reflecting back the truth. As the poem reflects truth in terms of human nature so does the mirror reflects reality and conveys truth to the woman who sees it every day. The mirror is objective about every observation it makes about a woman. The nature of a mirror is simple as it can have no biases. As per the first few lines of the poem, the mirror has explained itself as true to its nature, unprejudiced and non-judgmental. It has given an overall frank description of itself.

In explaining itself, the mirror sounds a little arrogant as it praises itself for not misguiding anyone and giving real description. The mirror is never judgmental about anyone. It’s the people who judge themselves after seeing themselves in the mirror. Mirror is of the opinion that seeing in mirror sometimes makes the women forget her inner self.

The hardest truth for a woman to absorb while looking at the mirror is her growing age. The growing age is the biggest truth of life. mirror clearly tells the woman about her growing age. The mirror tells that the woman keeps looking into the mirror and gets depressed knowing that her death is getting closer and closer.

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He took his pen and a piece of paper and started to scribble his feelings in an instant. But afterwards he felt tremendous relief with full of hopes and love for her.

I Miss You Like A Rock

Falling deep down the sea

And I just can’t hold back

This touch sensation’s heavy!

I am falling, I know

And I just got to let it flow

This feeling is so great

No longer can I contain it…

I look up to your gaze

And my spirit blazed

Like-minded aircraft

Airspeed high so fast

Big time, I gonna crashed!

And only your Grace

Can save me from grave…

This man’s feelings to miss his girl so much the way he expressed them is so big, like he may be so far from her, may be some hundred miles away. After reading his girl’s mail sent to him. He cannot help but to miss her tremendously:

Come My Love

Come, my love, into my arms.

How greatly I love you and care for you.

I long to cheer your heart and comfort you,

to give you fresh courage, an enlightened mind,

and a heart with wings,

that you might fly into me, into my love…

for with me alone in our intimate higher selves

that you will find the strength you need.

For only in gazing upon my face,

and receiving me through my words and my thoughts

will you find the real love you so desperately wanted…

More to come as I gather all the love poetry that I have written so far to share with all our readers.

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I could feel uncontrollable eagerness and so much joy within
She had gained extra weight in body even though she was lean and thin
She never regretted carrying it over for quite number of months
She counted each day and prayed God not to offer unpleasant death

As the pregnancy carry risk of so many things hence feared
It is God’s blessings and do pay off even after so much labored
If He is wishing to grace the arrival nothing can happen
But hardly there are any chances of occurring it even

I was pacing feet with lots of prayers
It was the only way to act as conveyers
It is belief that God listens to the earnest desire
I did the same with heart felt prayers and hoped happily to retire

I had no time to observe the nature outside
Even though the night was dark and covered very wide
I could not pick the signal of quite and calmness
She too was eager to witness the new face

The sound of air was gently heard
The nest too was quite with no noise of birds
I silently heart the increasing pain from wife
As if she was going to be operated upon with surgical knife

I missed number of beats in sequence
It was puzzling me about her inside presence
She was undergoing tremendous pain
Even though she was offered comfortable space to lie in

Life was never to be same again for us as couple
One more entry will be marked by ending the status of double
We may be now added with crying baby
We won’t now afford to remain inactive or lazy

The pain was felt by me outside as some movement was heard
I had worry about her and something bad was almost feared
All of sudden cry broke all my thought chain for a while
I had gone extra miles in my dreamy world in different style

I heard a calm and quite call
There was only little cry and quietness overall
The little one had arrived by giving signal on scene
The face lines let loose the tension and go away never to be seen

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The dreams were just finished
My eyes struck back to consciousness
And my sleep was over
The sleep was lovely and deep
MY body was feeling rested.

I opened my eyes slowly
Expecting the similar area and the same bed
Where I have lived my childhood
But as soon as my conscious arise
I realized I was not in my home.

And all the happy and fresh mood
Turned into a sadistic one
Remembering the home of mine
Making an everlasting impression in my mind.

But as the consciousness gripped me in its arms
I can hear people talking aloud
I came to know, it was the room of my hostel.

Without any knock at the door
It opened and showed up
A friend saying, “Common you stupid, get up!”
You are late for class again.
I smiled at him
As I was happy to feel
The acquaintance of the place again
He said, “What! You are smiling”
Get up you are late for class dude.
As I already started to feel good
I said, “Go away with your class!
Go away from here or I will kill you.”
He said, “Fine you fool! And went away”

And I started thinking again
That the hostel is like a home now
Such lovely and helpful friends
Ready to make up for the loss of parents

I felt good now
And the mind says to the poet
Drama over stupid! You are late for the class
And life continued again.

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Life is not as tough to live as to understand and i am still figuring out why i am here?
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I love the wind as it blows through the trees
the rustle of fall leaves sets me free.
The miracle that is placed before me grandiose,
effervescent, I am at peace, savoring this banquet.

Feeling delight, my senses reel, the pure mountain air,
moistened by snow packed peaks,
mingles flavors to connect with each
creating a appetizing mixture,
ingested with each breath I take.

The stream before me mirrors as wide as I am tall,
transports water confined by its banks,
embracing, as the loving arms of a mother,
allowing a quick, yet, orderly flow to rivers mating.

Trout lazily swim up stream,
occasionally partake in the bounty that
satisfies their every need.
A pair near my bank, watch me, as guardians
protecting their domain against invasion.
As I continue my journey, they follow me until I am
no longer in sight, then return to foraging mid stream.

Animals, as well as insects, live in harmony,
no species allowed to dominate unchecked,
murderously maintained at a level balanced
as nature prescribed.

I have found a new love,
she and I shall continue unto eternity.

Nature poetry has always been special and holds a reserved place in my heart. I see nature exactely as it is written; as conceived by my mind and achieved by my pen.

No matter what you write, someone will love it.

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When I was younger, I could find happiness in scribbling words. I was not really aware how grammar rules were complied with because I was not a native speaker of English. Yet, my earlier poems were in the second language. I loved my native tongue and my second language, as well.

I remember reading cartoon dialogues in both Filipino and English. I held newspapers and magazines, to read only that section and the headlines. I pretended to understand all the other texts, as the adults in the house (my aunts and uncles who were all college students) read. I imitated them, and made myself happy reading what I could not understand at all. I was a “trying hard” learner.

In that way, I have learned to read small verses which my small mind could absorb. Since no one spoke and gossiped with me, I found books and papers – the interesting topics in the house and school. At a young age, we talked about songs, and poems, and rhymes and ideas. Yesterday, people loved it when I gave them short notes of caring. In school, we did that, too. We exchanged candy messages and old common poems.

During the generation of my children, their teachers in school asked them to memorize poems and recite them. This is part of the language subjects for the teens to express themselves, whether about life, love, religion, society, and longing, among others.

In culture – songs, poems, and other reading texts don’t die. They just change as to the needs of time and people’s way of life. Some are revived, and then passed on again. New literatures are being written in the present and even in view of the future. Films and fiction are creative and good forms of entertainment. They make use of the brains.

Yes, we still read poetry in the information age, because poetry is life itself, that speaks the heart and intellect of man. Poetry is a gift from God, that binds a canon and an experience to become flesh.

There are many poetry sites online like Poem Hunter.com (classic, masters, amateur, and professional poets), Slam Poetry in You Tube (Andrea Gibson and Shane Hawley), and intellectual poetry (Robert Hass and others) to entertain, inform, and sustain culture with fresh, classic, and inspiring ideas for the world. We need to be smart, and feed our brains with good reading materials in all of time. Moreover, read the “Psalms” (Holy Bible, old testament) they’re one of the best forms of poetry. If you believe in love, life and connections, poetry will define your needs. Poetry is endless and will exist in any age and layer of life. Now, it becomes a vital part of the information age, too. Seek profound thoughts. Check online!

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It may burn your skin if you zealous
It may also ruin if you are callous
It has to be steady and continuous
It can land in trouble or make you famous

You know very well that you have an inclination
You have opted to go in for healthy relation
Both sides might have expressed it with indication
Slight separation may be leading them to suffocation too

It is nice and holy bond to be together
It has different feeling and attachment altogether
One should not go too far or read in between
It is perfect union and clear win

You may feel that you are meant for each other
No worry and nothing can make you to bother
No other force can make it deviate or alter
You have got what has been sought after

Why at all you should feel pity?
It is gift and blessings from almighty
It is human to feel such quality
You should clear instinct and ability

You should have no doubt in your action
There can not be and hesitation or reaction
You can not afford to fade it away
You must steer the course and find the way

Love does not mean to stay together and move
It stands for any misgivings to remove
You stay apart but still feel the pulse
You should push away negative thoughts or repulse

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My lecturer for a creative writing poetry course I took, scolded me because of the Old English type of overtone that was present in the ways I expressed myself. This was especially as a result of my plight to swat and copy Shakespeare, Wordsworth and other such writers from the past with words like: thou, behold, thus, therefore. The lecturer wasted no time to remind me that they were dead, and along with them, the ways they expressed themselves in their own lifetimes.

She encouraged me to pay close attention to my syntax, rhyme scheme and word-choice among other things, so as to make sure that I expressed my thoughts from a unique place on the inside that all of us possess. I found this whole concept of poetic voice to be true when the lecturer, after teaching us for a couple of weeks, could tell which student wrote a particular poem even though no name was written under it.

After I scrutinized my own writing over several weeks and studied a poet of choice who had a similar cultural experience and voice to mine; the poet Yusef Komunyakaa. I received commendations for my rustic Caribbean voice that finally emerged and also for the way that this improvement complemented my overall writing talent. The lecturer told me that I was a gifted writer.

She encouraged us to read widely after we located our individual voices, in order to construct a huge repertoire of poetic expression and understanding. She is a published, prize-winning poet and has a personal collection which spans hundreds of publications from all over the world, which she constantly expands, she also reads at least two poetry books a week. These tips will certainly turn you into that wonderful poet you can be.

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In young age if someone deserts
It does have little effect of flirts
You are not matured enough to feel pulse
You always want new and something else

I was pushed in corner at sudden departure
She was no more with me to endure
All my pains and agony to be shared
We both had challenged and dared

I would ask her jokingly about death
“Who will lay the floral wreath?
What would you do in such situation?
She would feel pain urge for discontinuation

No one is immune from death or immortal
It may be natural, simple one or fatal
This fact is known to all and almost dreaded
Any advice in this regard is silently heeded

It was ample proof of our happy stay
She was in good state of health and never went away
Not a day would have passed that she not beside
I felt so much elated to find her on my side

It was pleasant to say good bye daily
It was done in a good faith to find her happily
She would glance at all the members of the family
I too would smile at her and acknowledge it gladly

I never thought end may come soon
I used to walk miles in the burning noon
With the only hope that I will have to rush
As I had seen her last in morning with brush

She will keep everything ready for next day
Ad I had forgetful nature all the way
It was her routine to make it doubly sure
I was careless about next day or future

Such happy days won’t be back again
She is not likely to come back and regain
As she was laid there motionless and dead
I could still see worry on her face and read

I felt as if she would speak something
Though she was nowhere to miss anything
I was left behind to take care of everything
She was heavenly abode for nothing

I know it is inevitable part
Every living thing has to depart
It is destiny and ruled for all
No one can escape divine call

I will not cry over her death
As I have full trust and faith
Even though she has left early
I may miss her very dearly

Hasmukh Amathalal

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No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall

It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain

Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation

It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime

It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed

The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best

As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed

It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated

It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock

It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go

So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful

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