Hall of 100 Mirrors

First of all: I AM SO SORRY. Like, you probably (happily) forgot about this poem's existence. Or maybe you didn't. But... here we both are. Both middle-aged people reminiscing about an old poem that you wrote when we were both teenagers.

Anyway!

My teenage self would have loved this poem because the whole idea of staring at mirrors at the same face, but all different. It's a creepy idea that I absolutely adore. Heck, I've used this image just recently in one of my own stories (where the protagonist looks at himself through a thousand different mirrors and sees his face in them) because it's such a totally cool image.

One thing that I would like to bring up is that this poem is even cooler now because we are so friggin' old. Like, we have even more faces than we did before because we've grown up. Instead of having the potential to do things, we now can do things. Instead of wondering who we will be, we have a pretty good idea (hopefully!) of who we will be. And now we are wiser too... we understand that we still want to be many things and we still have potential, all the while being slightly more capable than we were as teens.

Anyway. Now that you are better at poetry, I am almost tempted to suggest that you rewrite this poem... but with your current perspective. Because like. That would be awesome. You have the neat imagery (mirrors!) and the strangeness of seeing yourself in various forms, which is an awesome idea. Now... what would this poem look like now?

(Continuation) I liked how this was not the "typical" poem where every line or every other line rhymes. I like how it is a narratives of sorts where it tells abut of a story. The title alone caught my eye immediately so kudos for drawing me in so simply. I look foward to reading more from you

A few grammatical errors nuntheless well done. Rather catchy and the lines seemed to have meaning and ring true.

I walk down the Hall
Of one hundred mirrors.
In each one I see
a different face
staring back at me
even though they're all the same
In one,who I was #BF0000 ">There needs to be a space between 'In one, who I was.'
In another, who I am
In many more, my secret hopes, dreams, and wishes #FF0000 ">Think about making the In many more and My secret hopes, dreams, and wishes into different lines.
of everything I could have been
Everything I could be.
I see a bit of everything
Not even I
can quite comprehend
The faces staring back at me
And they're all mine

This is SO cool! I love this! Sorry, but I can't really think of anything constructive to say. I just love it! Keep on writing!!!

Nice Job Nite I really like it. It made me smile because it reminds me of the circus and the hall of mirrors there. I alway got the image decribed in here from that...would always be like "Heyyyyy I'm different and I love it!!!" Haha anyways good job and Happy Writing. I can't wait for more. Keep up the amazing works and hope you receive many helpful reviews.
Soulkana<3

I walk down the Hall of one hundred mirrors.

In each one I see a different face

staring back at me add a comma here

even though they're all the same add a period here.

In one, who I was

In another, who I am

In many more, my secret hopes, dreams, and wishes add a period here

of e Everything I could have been

Everything I could be.

I see a bit of everything

Not even I can quite comprehend

The faces staring back at me add a comma here

(Extra space for dramatic purposes)
And they're all mine

I enjoyed this poem. As you can see I've reworked your structure a little bit.
Great job, good luck, and keep writing.
-KatTrian

Nice piece! I like it and you are very talented! Keep it up!

Yeah, overall I like it, but the second line, don't repeat hall. Maybe write, "Of a 100 mirrors" taking out hall just makes it flow better and just roll right off the tongue. The subject was great, and it really made me think. :thumb:

I love this, it really makes me think. I agree with Mesh, don't repeat "hall" in the second line. I would probably do something like "I walk down/the Hall of 100 Mirrors". But it's your poem, entirely up to you.
Overall, it was very good, nicely written, with a cool subject. Kudos!

Not even I
can quite comprehend
The faces staring back at me
And they're all mine