PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Mirror Me


 Pointed nose , wrinkly clothes would ...you impose ? Smile off white pointed towards the light that looks just right . Gleemy eyes blue of sea , there is a pimple can't you see? Frickle here frickle there , can some move my hair ? My selfie is you see not bold and very pretty . No Sasha Fierce , no Queen Bee all you have is me . No filter here , no filter there people may stop and stare . This is me naturally and thats all it will ever be .

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

lexaphor9620

I play soccer

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.