Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Disguised As The Truth

Entangled in reality,
you feel trapped in depression's web.
And you're easily overwhelmed,
as your emotions flow and ebb.

Buried within myths and clichés,
the pathway to happiness lies.
And the tides of hope rise each day,
only to fall within your eyes.

Frustration and disappointment
reduce fantasies to a tease.
And your heart seeks sanctuary,
within a world filled with unease.

Wasted years and corrosive tears,
levy a disparaging toll.
But you steadfastly pursue love,
searching every heart for a soul.

You are leery of all the lies
doggedly disguised as the truth.
And yet, like a breeze rustling leaves,
desire stirs the passions of youth.

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Line Gauthier March 6, 2018 at 8:55 PM Love this stanza: "Buried somewhere in myths and clichés the secret of happiness lies. Yet the tides of hope rise each day only to fall within your eyes." And "a bleeding sun dies for you" Well done, Emile. Emile Pinet March 7, 2018 at 8:42 AM Thanks so much Line, as always I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Scott Thirtyseven July 10, 2015 at 8:38 AM I think I've turned a few heads to my twitter page, and it's a Friday night. So here we go, Tweet's away... Emile Pinet July 10, 2015 at 8:52 AM Thanks Scott, I appreciate all of your support. Emile.

Julia Ward July 4, 2015 at 12:21 AM The person you describe is undaunted...Julia, xx Emile Pinet July 4, 2015 at 8:43 AM Thanks for dropping by Julia, much appreciated. Emile.

Joyce Johnson July 3, 2015 at 6:15 PM Nicely said and welcome to our corner. Thank you for your comments on my win. I am late in getting back to you because I was away on vacation for 14 days. Just home today. Love, Joyce Emile Pinet July 4, 2015 at 8:44 AM Thanks Joyce, your comments and support are most welcome. Emile.

Kp Nunez July 3, 2015 at 10:35 AM A person can grow cynical from such experiences, Emile. Sounds cliche but always true - hope springs eternal. A deeply introspective write. 7. Kim Emile Pinet July 3, 2015 at 11:50 AM Thanks Kim, your input is always welcome. Emile.

Scott Thirtyseven July 3, 2015 at 8:21 AM That second to last line is a gem. Not exactly a singular shiner, as this piece is full powerful lines, "wasted years...". Wonderful words mate, and a moving sentiment to boot. I'd like to tweet a link if you please. Emile Pinet July 3, 2015 at 9:52 AM Thanks so much Scott, I appreciate your support and by all means go ahead and tweet a link. Emile.

Laura Leiser July 2, 2015 at 2:45 PM Soulfully written, Emile, and heartbreaking as well. You are exquisite with your words! It's a treat to read your poetry :) Emile Pinet July 3, 2015 at 9:53 AM Laura, you brought a smile to my day, thank you. Emile.