Best Bluffing Poems
If you Really Knew Me
By Kevin Robey
Febraury 16, 2013
If you really knew me, you’d see through these lies
The smiles and laughs, can’t conceal my eyes
You won’t ask questions, you won’t suspect
You won’t see it coming, my final misstep
If you read this now, you know it’s true
Maybe there never was a me and you
So many times, I fall so hard
Don’t rise again, joy’s much too far
I wish I was stronger, but my mind is stuck
I made it this far, based solely on blind luck
I know you’d tell me, to take it easy
This upcoming part may make you queasy
Be kind, and notify my next of kin
Leave out the part of my final sin
Another one in line with many
Proof I was my own worst enemy
Join me in my dark and twisted fantasy
Of opened wrists, my last reality
My breathing slows, as the crimson glistens
My thoughts are peaceful, lean in and listen
Let’s make this emo, and write a note
I’ll even throw in a depressing quote
Maybe goodbye, sorry, and such
You say I had it all, I say not so much
These medals and trophies seem to say
That I made the most of every day
The truth is I was simply biding my time
None of those moments were truly mine
You see everything, but I leave with nothing
Didn’t believe me, you accused me of bluffing
So see me now, as I bleed to the floor
Take time and read to me that final score
The end is here, the war is won
The battle is lost, but wasn’t it fun?
Torturous dreams and false realities
Were the only real friends to me
So it’s time to sign out
I promise not to shout
Sweep me under the rug
Let me go, I’ll pull the plug
The end is here, I’m so relieved
Despite of all I managed to achieve
Don’t cry for me, I’m finally happy
This is my last wish, my final plea
So I close my eyes for the final time
I think to the beauty in words that rhyme
My final exhale marks the final scene
Knowing nothing is ever, quite as it seems
Categories:
bluffing, dark, death, depression, emo,
Form:
Rhyme
This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for
being the puppet-master
in the puppet show,
which is my life
I would like the strings back
before they are beyond repair
I would like to be the master
of my own destiny
for a change
I would like to control where
my journey ends
and what happens
on the way there
but with you as the puppet-master
it’s virtually impossible
so this is me
begging you
for the strings
that contain
every facet of my life…
please be so kind
as to leave it at the door
on your way out…
© Copyright 2010
Categories:
bluffing, introspection,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that ran away to make love to Winchester
when she was in heat
we never would have met when we were eight
and still friends
but she tells me its because of me she's crazy
She wants me to remove pro creations that are stalking her
something tells me she's visited the funny farm too many times
I've been there
I've seen it
I know
But me and Joe
we are two of a kind
But I could be bluffing
maybe we're part of a royal flush
I'm space ace from mars
and she's a voodoo queen
to complete the circle of a long lost God in Girlfriend
Only the watchtowers know what that truly means
How did i get soo lucky her mother asked
but I'm not lucky at all
count your blessings and learn to read between the lines
because this mystic in your life
from your tree of fruits and loins did she fall
I'm a gullible god
and so are you
the tower of Babel has fallen
and she doesn't know what to do
so when she speaks the tongue of spirituality or which
and all you hear is psycho babble
it doesn't sound like
sneesh cheep bleep flap jip hap frew
she makes sense to me with words shes obsessing
i just wish you would take it on yourselves to read up on it
to understand her to communicate
instead of sending her to the hospital
Those pills make her
talk to her hand
and those lies are mostly true
fact is stranger than fiction
and together your family can pull through
even those doctors
are a little bit mad at that tea party
and shes never thrown me away after what I've been through
i love her to pieces
so should you
shes always been there for me
and when we lose touch she searches high and low for me
when you lose touch
there are more than one thing u can do
shes had exorcisms
and a low self esteem
date rape by succesfull well respected men
and everyone said it was blasphemy
it's not easy but it could be worse
believe you me
she's beautiful on the inside
and soo many soo called sane people
are beautiful outside
but uglier than sin if you ask me
Categories:
bluffing, hope, life, people, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
On the bed, my ginger cat settles
onto a pile of clean laundry, dryer warm
Feline steady stare, resolute
a strategy of possession
she relaxes the way prayer soothes
"Off!" I command. My cat an unwelcome bedded guest.
she whines, "Surely, he's bluffing!"
solidified
empowered
swollen in the pride of "I'm not moving!"
meows spewed like an anthem of resistance
I lift her from the pile,
my underwear dangles from cat claws
like cheap tinsel on a tree
she exits, her short lived reign
sulks into howls of whining
till dinner softens her rebuff
till wherever curiosity and comfort take her,
anew
My hope of co-habitation:
to calm the little woes of daily chores
to reduce cat prestige from shedded hair
to shrink feline non-compliance to a
manageable scale
Our social contract - a trade off
to reaffirm my status
to maintain the charade of "boss"
an unsteady footing
in the crushed aspiration of rule
Poem composed February 7/2022
Categories:
bluffing, angst, cat, conflict, pets,
Form:
Free verse
I pretend I'm alright
And put my best stance forward
Wear my brave face
Tryin to be smooth
Just tripped on my shoelace
What's a girl to do
Busted, razed, flat broke
My foot slipped off the pedal and into the spoke
Out of focus, idling, coasting on fumes
Myyyyy, mmmm, my oh my
Must retreat to my bedroom
For slumber; ugh - that noxious perfume
I sprayed on today
In the department store
I don't need to tell you
It reeks
That's a big pee you
Oh my
My plan has gone awry
I try to write
After listening to Vile
He inspires me
Perspiring
Thinking bout how to
Ink brilliance
Such as he
Slamming on the brakes
My leg itches
Ya damn flea
Bravado and all
I seem to fall
I spiral out of control
Resilience reels me back in
I'm a bouncy, buoyant, headstrong girl
Go ahead and believe what you want
Self deprecation is my defense mechanism
Keep playing
those cards close to your vest
You're bluffing fool
I know this by now
Prevaricator is a might big word
For liar
As you try to set the world on fire
I see you race away
And turn my head
Pretending not to see
When you visibly disgust me
You're not proving anything
With your ostentatious
Obnoxiously awesome self
Annnnnything
I ain't seen before
And won't soon forget
I'm a rhyming
tonight
Maybe filled with fright
Or could it be boredom
Delirious laughter
G'night
Sleep and clarity are what I desire
Slough off this crap
I know it's beyond time for a nap
My RPM is slowing
My aching for REM is growing
Copyright June 17, 2023 Lori Steindorf
Categories:
bluffing, anxiety, depression, mental illness,
Form:
Rhyme
You know not about fear
when in the spotlight of
your rage
snarled in distorted
ugly
your hatred
twisting
my unguarded spine
stunting small bones
blustering
bluffing
concealing weakness
too plain to miss
as
you pound down
walls
and
hammer
ineffectively on
my resolve
to
leave you
to
your
own
creation
Categories:
bluffing, angst,
Form:
Free verse
As the world shifted and divided from whites, Hispanics, and Asians and of course African Americans due to pointless killings from the men in blue, the police. Blacks stormed through their cities protesting and looting. Burning down buildings and franchises that begin to mean very little to them. Blacks from all ages march with angry eyes and balled up fist and crying hearts that beat to a tune that sounded of "justice" Surprisingly non-blacks marched aside of them showing a caring side for once. But it still was not enough to move the cold heart of the president. He sit on his throne in deep thoughts with eyes or anger toward this. He made statements on shooting the looters if it continued. As the looting kept going along with protesters the army got involved as the president stated with not intentions of bluffing. All over the world blacks protested screaming a triumph or peace and justice with tears that many prayed would reach the most high. Right before the army front line infantry pointed their guns at all the black men which was instructed by the president to do so. A loud Now was shouted! Boom!!! Bang!!! they started shooting but every black person who stood in front of them or watched from their homes on television or from across the globe all of a sudden disappeared. The president watching from his throne suddenly swallowed racist hate like spit and his mouth dropped. The army men whom where black was not at the side of the white or Hispanic or Asian shooter nor in the tanks nor in any military to service. They vanished in the blink of a eye. White protesters searched for their black friends who they stood with, with love and a caring heart. Then a old man with a wooden stick that he used to help him walk, with white wool like hair and skin like bronze and his eyes made every one shake in fear. His eyes were like a flame of fire. He then walks up to the army and looks up at the president looking down from a far and he whispered but his whisper was loud touching the ear of all whites and Hispanics and Asians across the globe.
Are you happy now?
Then this mysterious man said. One should never aim to rule nor remain attached to a secondary world. I shall see you all soon and he whispered again softly that only the president could hear this.
"Revelation 13:1-18"
Categories:
bluffing, care,
Form:
Free verse
They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.
Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.
In the beginning it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.
And that was followed by fantastic sex.
He loved to poker her and she carried her part.
But the children came and it was much harder.
They had a full house and the meanness .
The thing that bothered her most was his control issues.
And he believed he ruled over the family like a king.
She always peeked at his hands when they fought.
Whenever he was angry he would clench and unclench his hands.
He knew the relationship was over and he should have folded.
She wanted to lay all her cards on the table.
She had tried hard but when angry her face would get flushed.
They would rake in each others defects and the love died.
The high road was never straight and neither took.
He would raise past issues that were long dead and forget the progress..
He thought he was a stud but the children were his weakness.
He wanted to holdem but she wanted their best.
All she wanted was for him to ante up in the marriage.
They were both bluffing and the love weakened.
Categories:
bluffing, funny, children, love,
Form:
Narrative
The breeze perfectly snaked up the mountain,
Through bushes, over rocks, towards me.
I leant back, pulling my wing up, it bloated in full,
Then hovered above the trees.
I stood there, both hands working the lines,
Looking out across the empty.
And I casually stepped off the cliff, “Was there enough air?” I thought.
Yes, there was plenty.
The thermal soared me straight up, into the vast,
Below me everything became small.
I flew up so high, I was part of the sky,
My life begged this wing not to stall.
Then, all of a sudden, I popped out of the thermal,
My wing crumpled into a small nothing,
I plummeted in that momentary second, it opened again,
This wing was only bluffing.
Of course I was at the mercy of the air,
As it roared like the ocean and waves.
It took me silently over the cemetery of its victims,
An air cemetery full of its graves.
For hours I surfed, predicting the swell,
Riding breaks and soaring off the crest.
And then I cruised back to the Earth, landing on terra firma,
Feeling heaps, and way less stressed.
Paragliding was my life, for a while,
It was my source of unwind, loosen up, and relax.
What things relax you, how do you chill and compose,
Loosening up to the max?
Categories:
bluffing, happiness, uplifting,
Form:
Quatrain
This cup is for you
for bluffing yourself
and for thinking you know me,
here’s to you for pretending to care
and make me believe that you do,
here’s to you for
being the puppet-master
in the puppet show,
which is my life
I would like the strings back
before they are beyond repair
I would like to be the master
of my own destiny
for a change
I would like to control where
my journey ends
and what happens
on the way there
but with you as the puppet-master
it’s virtually impossible
so this is me
begging you
for the strings
that contain
every facet of my life…
please be so kind
as to leave it at the door
on your way out…
31/05/2011... 12:30
*my first poem on the soup*
Contest: First poem on the Soup
5th place
Categories:
bluffing, introspection
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Speaking out like the great Malcolm X,
My words might make, many people vex,
The future of our children should be our interest,
So why should we sit and watch,while they turn
our world into a mess,
We dream of our kids becoming the next star,
While they eat and drink and dream about war,
Their minds are dark,future views ain't far,
Intention is a world of death and deep scars,
First thing in your minds, ready the rockets,
Jingling the lives of fathers and sons, like coins
in your pockets,
A next human skull, you send men to crack it,
Is that a solution, think again, stop it,
Peace and love, you surly lack it,
Let's all unite, humans endorse and back it,
Without citizens support, our leaders are nothing,
Worldwide, let's take a stand for peace, let them
know we ain't bluffing...
Categories:
bluffing, love, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
What if I became a mad scientist that created a mysterious new virus,
and unleashed it on the world’s population?
What if this virus was the only hope to save mankind from eventually
destroying itself, and the planet earth?
What if I was caught in the act, and jailed for life before I released it?
What if the world continued to spin out of control for the next 20 years?
What if at the very end of our existence just before we had all been destroyed;
The President came to visit me and wanted my secret formula?
What if I gave him the recipe for my mysterious virus, and showed him how it works?
What if there was really no such thing as a cure all virus and I was bluffing all along?
What if I’m bluffing right now, and there really is a cure all virus that could save us all?
What if there was hope for mankind and this planet before it’s too late?
What if you had a crystal ball and could see 20 years into the future?
What if you had an original thought of your own and could create the cure?
What if the fate of this planet and all that dwells upon it were in your hands?
What if I told you there’s no such thing as a crystal ball, and our future is here and now?
What if I told you that you could create an original thought, but you never will unless you try?
What if we started asking why and stopped thinking what if?
Categories:
bluffing, visionary, hope, planet,
Form:
Free verse
In his eyes I saw curiosity
as he crawled towards his mother's warmth, bold
In his eyes I saw confusion
As she turned her back to him, cold
He was young and clueless
No idea of what his future held
As his mother mumbled on the phone
Gravelly voice, her cigarette smelled
In his eyes I saw rejection
On his knees begging for attention
In his eyes I saw apprehension
Of oncoming sets of his mothers depression
He was taller now
but no strength in his bones
because no nutrients
can come from broken homes
In his eyes I saw fear
of being beat until he’s sleepless
In his eyes I saw shame
of broken bottles, spilling secrets
He wouldn’t bring home friends
cause his walls leaked with whispers
He couldn’t have a girlfriend
Without a place to kiss her
In his eyes I saw resentment
In his eyes I saw anger
In his eyes I saw myself
That’s when I knew he was in danger
I ran to his house
right across my fence
through the front door
tired of suspense
In his hands I saw a gun
In his eyes I saw nothing
And his mother holds her son
She thought he was bluffing
Categories:
bluffing, abuse, age, anger, best
Form:
Rhyme
1/27/23
Remaining a junkie
Continually spending money
Like a dummy
Life ain't always sweet like honey
It's cold not always sunny
They're out for bloodshed, so it turned bloody
They're still racist full of hatred so times got ugly
When push comes to shoving
I'm covering much ground, important matters I'm touching
Still so many bluffing
My family so out of touch with one another, it's disgusting
I've had difficulty with trusting
And an even harder time with loving
I speak truth not bluffing
They continued fussing
These intentions were good-for-nothing
I felt differently, so I put my feelings toward something
It ended up being drink and drugs, instead of nothing
It's not a great thing, but I'm not just huffing and puffing
I'm often buzzing
Taking my time not always rushing
I'm not budging, through sludge continually trudging
Like the cover of a book, ladies quickly judging
Getting shown little love, no wonder I've been bugging
Not until tragedy hits do they come closer and begin hugging
All this endless and senseless suffering
The population continues to boom at the reproduction rate of bunnies
Rarely do I play pool
You thought I stayed a fool
Okay cool
You lose
This has nothing to do with school rules
It's global way beyond Honolulu
For a good cause or doodoo
Categories:
bluffing, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Theres a Way to be new and nothing like you were before,
Everything you once did or said disappears and is no more,
The times are coming when what we know will come to nothing,
Egos and pride, toughness and arrogance amounts to bluffing,
There is hope for the lost, believe me I know,
I was a scumbag from hell at the lowest you could go,
Hurting feelings and people in a drunken filled craze,
Not a care in the world in a hate infueld haze,
Any body can come to know The Life, The Truth, and The Way,
Jesus Christ came for us all and Hes one that wont lead us astray,
The path is narrow but with Him anything can be done,
GOd so loved the world that HE sent His only begotten Son.
Categories:
bluffing, life,
Form:
Ballad