Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
Tag: poem
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The aqueous moonlightfloats from heaven.Sober hues and a tender windcrisscross the sky.A hazel mist melts the faint dewbelow the sleeping willow tree.The murmuring water liliesawaken the eglantine.While my white eyes are lulledunder a topaz canopy.
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My past is but a dream. My present, an insatiable appetite for life. My future, predetermined and out of sight. Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be? Through the looking-glass, I see a mirror image of me. Free to be who I am…
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Forever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more
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Falling deepWearing downDesperate for energyI am beatenA broken harp string
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Virgin Oil encasedOregano, Basil & Thyme Fragrance ascendBlonde strands flyaway Garlic Shards dancingSwim in the wind Pulsing Beef StakeRed River Flowing Seeds floodingTightly wadded Expertly woundAtop her head Wasp-hiveAngel Hair pasta
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Is it a dream or distant memory?An Italian Concerto beginsThe alto singer bellowsA passionate tale Proud and stout He commands attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Drums rattle and roll Strumming your violin You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony of broken things Your white…
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A sprinkling morrowDrinking from the treesEarth is coolingAs the sun is shadyA noble moodThe simple quietOf daydreams
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Monumental quillMusesThee createdTo writeTongue-tiedI mendImmersedIn poetry
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One coinI will confessWords Unbuckled.
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Fraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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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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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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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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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 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
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 