Mirrors Poems
Very Fine Imagery
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.
And I came into the vicinity, of a beautiful historic old home,
So being curious and interested, inside I occasioned to roam.
Excitedly I wandered about, exploring the grandeur everywhere,
And when done down below, I climbed the burgundy carpeted stairs.
In awe of its splendor and beauty, I viewed the portrait hall,
......
Mirrors
by Bel P.
I hate looking in mirrors
I don't like what I see.
They say I have a pretty face
They say that they love me
I'm lost to my reflection
when I practice how I look
I've got to get my smile right
or else I'll be mistook
......
Mirrors
by Bel P.
I hate looking in mirrors
I don't like what I see.
They say I have a pretty face
They say that they love me
I'm lost to my reflection
when I practice how I look
I've got to get my smile right
or else I'll be mistook
......
Very Fine Imagery
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.
And I came into the vicinity, of a beautiful historic old home,
So being curious and interested, inside I occasioned to roam.
Excitedly I wandered about, exploring the grandeur everywhere,
And when done down below, I climbed the burgundy carpeted stairs.
In awe of its splendor and beauty, I viewed the portrait hall,
......
