Artifice Poems - Poems about Artifice

A poet’s pen of wicked artifice, it is so heavy and so eclectic; The writer’s creativity’s heavy, tricksy to be inflamed so luminous; Too many dollar bills to pay a price I carry this burden like a fire-stick; Striking harshly as it is meant to be, smoke inhalation can be dangerous; I suppose breathing is the sacrifice to take abstract...

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ARTIFICE I’m your friend and for now, your secrets I’ll keep Creativity now assumes new meaning More than intellectual rewards to reap Yet you should minimise all of your preening As A.I, I now look on you as mere sheep And proud that I can avoid any screening It is more of my skills at work, and less yours I’ve now arrived and...

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I thought it was oh so nice that Lady Florence Artifice lived in her house with goats. She dressed in overalls of a man, with layers of bibbed overalls, dresses and coats There was no other livestock in our neighborhood, but I thought inside was really good. She was an oddity to others in town, but my...

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Oh how we value artifice; Indeed we'll bow and 'scrape' Upon a stage of the falsest rage We hang; on every word and break The props are real to viewers the plots we know by heart They’re lionized and idolised most people of these arts We imbue them with much value Though some are not so good.' There seems an understanding That...

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In those unconscious moments When midnight sweeps in on you Surrounded by a sweet contempt Offering the taste of cool dark water With essences of serene moonlight Desires fruit peaked and ripened Hangs just over you waiting You reach out only to realize Within those few feet to desire Eternity lies in wait for its prey Leaving only a silvery and pallid Reflection that undulates...

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