Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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Mother Nature beckonsHer brilliant cacophony.Her pine treesDancing, swaying, and whispering.Their virescent greenShimmering throughBlue HuesPeaceful and calm.MesmerizingHer birds singA sweet melody.White puffy cloudsSurroundedBeams of sunshineBenevolent to me.Immersed inHer enchanting beautyShe is bewitchingShe is my company.
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The author reflects on a lifelong struggle with sorrow, feeling unable to awaken their heart to joy. This deep sense of isolation is emphasized by the idea that all their love has been solitary, highlighting a profound connection to both sadness and loneliness from childhood.
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Her petals are pink with white tipsShe is in full bloom.I crawl to herShe hypnotizes me.She is a precious pearlShe is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream.Just let me stay nearShe opens a new flowerAs I quiver.Her pheromones enticeShe envelopes my presenceShe is part of me.As I am, of herI will returnEach new day and…
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She bared to him her coveted soulPrepared to be shunned .Instead she is accepted unconditionally.Her scars deep, he leads her to the lightA new journey begins.He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.He helps her see beauty againShe must live again.
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My lover lay on my bosomI feed him from withinHe holds meThere is no separationHe leaves for the daytimeSome nights aloneHe returns to meAs pure as when we partedMy lover
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The poem reflects a deep emotional connection between two individuals. One person listens to the other’s pain, represented by a thorn, and acts to remove it. Despite not expressing her distress, the act of compassion leads to the narrator’s own tears, highlighting empathy and shared suffering.
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Her breasts translucentHer nipples erectHer hips wide and curvyThey smell of lifeHer lips searchingHe stiffensHis mustache debonairShe chases him as they sit togetherHis lips voluptuousThey know where to goHis eyes mesmerizingShowing strengthPalm to palmWaiting for her to feelHer heart wide openShe opens to releaseWhat he is asking forThey pour togetherShe catches himShe sings a love…
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Let me lay my head on your shoulderLay me on a bed of rosesKiss meI’ll be wearing whiteSing me a love songFor I love you soI don’t want anybody else but youLove me and make me feel aliveHold me close and tightMy heart falls wide openCome to me and enterBring your magic touchAs I whisper…
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Barefoot and dirt-clodI tip-toe across the yardAvoiding mounds of stickersSharp rocks and weedsThe sky is fullSatin filled milk fluffMoonshineFull on meOur tangerine treesRustle with low-lyingBullfrogsRibbit, ribbitA symphony of crickets singsHigh pitched Beetle maniaI hear a distant “moo” from the cowsA latent “who” from the owls in the barnThe statuesque wind chimesIs playing a cacophony of…
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Tears are nearYou can cry on my chestMy skin would take your tears insideI would keep themTake them nowI have never known such loveI never knew it could existI give you a place to cryBut moreBecause on me, your tears would just be going homeYou see I love them from within
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Nearly naked exceptA dangling Marlboro cigaretteExpertly stroking his loverFingers caress a slender bodyMethodically engulfing aromaThe sweet smell of sexSwollen lips surroundWaves of rapture quiverEyelashes and eyeballs flutterSinking into oblivionHead bobbing like a pendulumSavoring his lustInhaling smoke languidlySucking every last toxin
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Like peach blossoms As lovely as daffodils In the purest hope of spring My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp Your voice a hypnotic melody. I leap like a cricket At the whisper of your name The evening floats On a great parrot wing. I am comforted With you by my side I hold…
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The insanity is dead All red about the sky So cold against the wind This day shall flee It is thirsty It is wandering Blurring at the end
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A sprinkling morrow Drinking from the trees Earth is cooling As the sun is shady A noble mood The simple quiet Of daydreams
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Leave the mundane and familiar. Let your mind, body, and soul invigorate you. Leave a watermark or tattoo.
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We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again. We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again. Time is a thief to us. Though our love is timeless. The moment becomes our future. We gather in tandem to be close again. Ever widening our…
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The content expresses a yearning for happiness and privacy, highlighting the complexities of trust and monogamy. It emphasizes youthful, vigorous love characterized by respect, wisdom, and insight. The overall message speaks to a deep desire for connection and being truly understood in the heart of love.
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The poem reflects a sense of despair and disillusionment, with imagery of a cold, red sky symbolizing turmoil. It captures the fleeting nature of the day, characterized by thirst and wandering, ultimately conveying a feeling of confusion and a loss of clarity as it reaches its conclusion.
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The hills have holy feet Take your baptism.
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So alone in a cageShe rolls and rollsInto a safety netInto a cloakHer dream catcherBegins to unravelHer sheathHer cocoonIt is not suddenIt has takenA lifetimeHer net undoneThe butterflyConfusedFluttersLost from homeShe no longerFights or spinsOn a stringShe opens her wingsShe free fallsBlind and courageousCaught by a warriorFinally free
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He tells me I am as precious as a gem I am like a brilliant star in the sky Shinning bright and full of life That my soul shimmers And that I am full of delight I am his beloved And his treasure He is blessed beyond measure This love enlightens my soul And makes…
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We are as one in chatter, laughter and silence.We are like moonbeams tied to each other with rope. We float trusting each other not to let go.We are like falling stars, shining through each others eyes, mesmerized.We are like the ocean, waves dancing at the shore in unity drawing each other in.We are like Redwood…
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The author reflects on personal liberation by shedding past traumas and shame. They express a transformation from confinement to freedom, asserting their individuality and strength. Emphasizing resilience, they embrace an invigorating journey toward self-discovery, symbolized by an empty backpack filled only with courage and hope for the future.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 