Best Bold Faced Poems
Romantic Reflections
Gone now are those halcyon days,
Days we spent by sunny shore.
You are gone now and in my haze,
Reflections make me miss you more.
I hear a song you used to hum;
Words burning bright in memory
Lead to tear drops that softly come
As cloudy skies let raindrops flee.
Each week the roses you would bring
Endeared such joy within my heart.
Love you professed meant everything,
A love from which we'll never part.
"Tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose
And grief yet flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows"
In winter of my life I know
I live alone in our abode,
Yet my romantic feelings grow
In all the love our seeds have sowed.
May 7, 2021
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Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day for the next 5,000 years. When it comes to politics,
the democrats are the only ones that will make real promises to fix everything, that
includes decreasing taxes, promising all of us job openings, fixing the economy,
supporting gay marriages, and that kind of stuff. But unfortunately for the republicans,
they can't make any promises to all of Americans like the democrats can. All of those
republicans will do is lie to, cheat, and steal from the U.S. citizens, that will have
included the African-American community. All republicans don't care about anyone or
anything but themselves. Republicans are evil, manipulative, arrogant, and completely selfish. The democrats,
just like President Barrack Obama, are kind, caring, warmhearted, and all of the other
nicer things that will have described the entire democratic party. We all don't think that
the governors who are republicans will run for President of the United States of America
in the near future, especially when they're planning on deporting all of us from our
original origins back to all foreign locations, that will have included Africa. And in the
year 2012 and beyond, we will not vote for any of those lame republicans, let alone Sarah Palin, Rick
Perry, or Donald Trump. The only person we will be voting for President of the United
States of America is Barrack Obama, who must remain President for the next 50 years.
That's why democrats are firm and honest and republicans are just bold-faced liars.
Republicans are full of baloney and the democratic party will take over. And if the
democrats win the elections and they were to stay in the offices for the rest of their
lives, this will be a great thing for all of us democrats. The democrats, as in the good
guys, will always win.
False promises and bold faced lies
From leaders we call men,
Too foolish, vain and unwise
It’s the election blues again.
Feign to believe the web they weave
With patient ears we listen,
Future balanced if they achieve
From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.
In principle, fate is our blame
Yet in our selfish pride,
Our judgment shadows woeful shame
Behind scapegoats fail to hide.
Ballot fiends they all may be
Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
What will their victory bring to me
After January twenty-three.
Subsidized youth sports, gun control
Child care dollars galore,
A policy a day, and truth be told
Campaign gifts are a chore.
What matters East-West-South ‘n North
Is that we get it right,
While opponents bicker back and forth
By cable, bus or flight.
Success depends on unity
Without it we’re a wreck,
While one side suffers mutiny
The Grits give Tories heck.
The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
Demanding sovereign freedom,
White margarine and one-tongued-signs
Does Canada really need them.
The answer is, quite simply, oui`
We cannot tear apart,
Instead, honor all with dignity
And make a brand new start.
While men debate with pointed fingers
On issues big or small,
Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
With plans to build a wall.
Five billion they shall not relinquish
While bring East to peace,
Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
Diplomacy for lease.
Denying partnership in war
To Iraq we didn’t go,
And up in space where eagles soar
Again we said “Oh no”.
Canada is not the States
Their future is not ours,
While Bush comments on us, berates
His future quickly sours.
When we look back upon these days
In golden years of life,
Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
Too thick for sharpened knife.
Or does the future hold great treasure
For Canadians, one and all,
With strength and courage beyond measure
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Like years before, each voter chooses
With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
But in the end there’s winners and losers
Different writer, same old story.
Scott Goldsberry
December 30, 2005
I have no boundaries
I am the air
Lightly above you
I am the earth
Strong beneath your feet
I am the sparkling city that embraces the ebony of your sky
Diamond Concrete
I am a bold faced lie
I am a dose of lung deflating truth
A punch to the chest and you can still taste me on your lips
Gone like the wind through your fingertips
I am the silk in your sheets
Drenched with sweat
Between slit ice and lonely midnight hours
Catch this Fire
In your Eyes
One Time, and you will realize
I am the reason why you need to catch your breath
I am a beautiful thrill seeking siren that haunts your dreams
I am the girl next door who smiles at you through the cracks in the fence
I am not a trophy wife
I am not your pedestal warming doll
I am what I am
That is
Essentially
I have no boundaries
Sleek and Dangerous
Viper, Delilah
Va Va Va Voom
Curvy
Wild and untamable as the Sea
Calm and tranquil like the leaves
Falling down in vivid red, orange and brown
Chocolate like the deepest slanted eyes
In my porcelain face
I am a heavy hitter
Slang spittin’ Mamacita
Rough Rider
I am a delicate lotus with a dainty laugh
Double header Desert Fire
Thunder
I’m not afraid to break a sweat
I am your Queen
I am your Pauper
I am your Hardcore
Eye of the Tiger
I am your Rebel
I am your Revolution
That is Essentially
What I am
Last 2012 Friday
Sitting here
Friday night
Feeling so hopeful
Jazz horns blaring in my ear
Feeling light headed positively
Bartenura positively without a care
naive kind of silliness
Wanna jump up and start lindy hopping
Don’t know how to lindy hop
Ready to greet this New Year
Promising to fill each day
Constantly dwelling in Possibility
Conquering what may come head on
Thankful always for the opportunity to proceed
Packaged gifts unwrapped with glee
Inside layered with the things most desired
Love, love, love and more love
As I enjoy the ride in this journey of life
I’ll disperse these gifts
unable and unwilling
to meet with negativity
at any juncture
Its all good
Its all God
As we make these life decisions
Resulting in life consequences
Jujitsu-ing pessimism
Jazz horns blaring
Swivel ribbons dancing erotically
Over head
Neck swaying
Head grooving
As I type prose and poetry
Loving the way this life has been packaged
Not so pretty
Unlaced in designer paper
Un-bowed un-name branded
Perfectly wrapped for me
Shinning with an accepting kind of love
enjoyed in pure form
I’m some kind of crazy lady
I smile
I’m fine with that
Jazz horns blowing
A rhythmic rippling through my head
Seeing past that outside shell
Straight inner core
inhaling
bold faced grinning
at the truth in underlying beauty
That true beauty
Un-Skin depth-ed
un-shallow-ed
Exhaled
I’ve had enough of you
Jazz horns blaring
Dancing trumpeters heel toe-ing
Through and out of existence
The only thing I hate more than unintelligence
Is a bold-faced liar that thinks they blend amongst friends
Using weakenesses as weapons falsely condescending contention
Crashing house of cards paper tiger denys a correction
Even knowing that they face something beyond profound
This game they play only works on what is gained and not found
So when real life hits it leaves them with a lie to undo
But I saw you even though it ceased I just can't let it be true
Nothing personal but you deny that we are both foes
In battle fought with intellect you can't deny I won't lose
And this certainty it scares you to the core you recluse
Like a coward you back out acting as if nothing ensued
But we both know your true face lacks a backbone to stand it
And that something is why I prevail locking door sealing in madness
Coping mechanism feeds demons that just hand over rope
Slithered navigating life upon fissure ridden slippery slope
Had it coming you just didn't know it came with account
Now you're seeing and believing left without not a doubt
Jinxed juvenile slithers, withers unseen.
Feeling the angst of earlier guilt trips,
A Christian conscience and its censorships -
this golden-haired boy was not born to glean.
Mind colored from purloined men's' magazine;
(note purplish stains too on his fingertips).
Jinxed juvenile
Money, pills, small stuff pilfered by this teen
unearned awards, past moral radar blips,
deserved the harsh words from preacher-dad's lips.
Now bold-faced curse slips, as his face turns green.
Jinxed juvenile
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He chokes on chunks of ice cold fright
Mind shut, chest tight
He's afraid of the dark
And black owns the night
A hero by day
He proudly maneuvers his masculine ways
Tall, bold, powerful, strong
Her source of desire
She longs for his might
But black owns the night
Where fear is a giant
And truth is a tyrant
No one to impress here
No woman in sight
Solitude
Engulfed in the terror of his own fear
Surrounded by silence and sheer desperation
Wrapped up in blackness, no room for pretenses
This bold-faced hero
He hides a secret that no pride could bare
Mind shut, chest tight
He's afraid of the dark
And black owns the night
A Shakespearean air fills the night. The less caring of the soft love climbs the stairs to greet the angels above. Believing in acute sensation derived from her rained down love. A self-made beauty sets passionate roses around the lonely. Only to receive sharp gazes and cursed to constantly think of. Her agile walk comes straight for me only.
Who is this centerfold from the night’s sky? If I were to have told you how she looked you would say it was a bold faced lie. This was a 10 who has made many men cry. Secrets are made from her sweat breeze. Mesmerized by her essence that gives of a never ending blessing. This must be my love who has my heart locked in a freeze. This can never cease I ask myself please.
Weeks pass by as every other women’s face seems to resemble her grace. If you could only give way to her touch, her taste. You would believe everything before was a waste. She will put any man’s heart off to the races. A guardian of all that is lovely faces. Miss Benet Miss Benet full of sun ray the Gods must have made you with a beautiful bouquet. She shines down upon me, as I start to pray! Let this beauty stay as she is full of worldly pleasures each and every day.
Solitude...
Like an old sad song...
Loneliness....
Just a day prolonged...
Desolation...
Like an empty sky...
Dejection...
Like a bold-faced lie...
Despondency...
All your hopes dashed...
Disillusionment...
Alone...
And unabashed...
Eyes turned black from deceit
While window shards lay scattered at my feet
Which choice to choose
My conscience is beginning to lose
Saying to me don't make the same mistake
It takes more than this to make you break
Emptied spirits
dry to the bone
So uncomforting
has become this feeling of being alone
Professing the darkest deed
The hunger, the want, the Need.
I've taken so much, gave so little
Stood strong until I grew brittle
Weak and becoming nothing but waste
Secrets that are only bland in taste
Filtered through pungency and greed
We give so little, so that we begin to feed
on the nearest soul
Only to gain little or no control
Bold faced deceit
and broken glass lays before my feet
to take or pass away
I'll leave that choice for another day
To give in to the want and the need
And watch myself bleed
Santos fooled the folks as he spoke
George thinks mashing facts is a joke
This N.Y. House dope
Needs his mouth rinsed with soap
His diaper-rash words make me choke
Author's note: Why did voters in NY district #3 elect a bold-faced liar to Congress? Mr. Santos may have some kind of illness. Be that as it may, if a candidate freely lies, fools the voters, and receives no condemnation from his party's cohorts, it suggests the following:
It's not about where the ship of state sails, but rather who resides on the top deck. If the hull leaks, we can all go down, so even top-deck denizens ought to be careful about who does what.
When I stole a ball
from the corner store
Who are you
A voice stirred from within
When I told my best friend
a bold-faced lie
Who are you
A voice tugged from within
As I raised a hand
to strike my child
Who are you
A voice cried from within
As my good wife let me know
she'd reached the end of her rope
That voice lay stock still
~ I'd not done God's will
Ran cold against your word.
Leaving what was best left to be allured.
Hot against my skin.
Burning from the inside.
Can't figure out, where it ends. Where it starts to begin.
Cannot say that we never tried.
Running cold with your heart.
Tucked behind your chest, waiting for it to tear you apart.
I decided to not take care.
In showing how I feel.
I’m less of a criminal if I pay the fare.
And keep things surreal.
Stopped dead in your tracks.
Not listening to the bold faced facts.
You say you cannot forget.
The way that you sought to reject.
But you’re too late, I’m already set.
To forgive and never to reflect.
It’s easier this way, trust me.
Without us, you’ll have more tranquility.
Now and forevermore in eternal pain.
No more sunny skies, only thunder lightning and rain
Here I lay broken and my heart shattered
Crying out for help and peace yet going unheard so it doesn't even matter
To say it doesn't hurt is a total bold faced lie
Smile through the pain as much as I want but inside?? I want to die
To finally rest and forever be at peace
To be lifted to the Lord and off of my feet
But until then here I lay, piecing my heart soul and life together, even though they've all been slain
Now and forevermore am I in eternal pain