Best Cloak And Dagger Poems
I can see us now Luv,
pettin ponies, musing in warm moon light,
free versin in satin style, a smile born from genuine form,
Two hearts too stubborn for apologies or effigies of maybies,
sunburned by stardom, kingdom of monsters fathomed,
forlorned by the "Cloak and Dagger" of fox hunt horn,
withholdin my love from you feels like a wasted martyrdom,
The riverbanks of apocolypse may swell over my joy
but I will not drown Luv, I will not crumple,
winds of hysterical 'what could be' scratch my face
still I do not frown, I collapse not to the ground,
I am not a runaway from your palace of peeps & pain,
nor am I a tresspasser in your orchard of ecstacy,
I can no longer accept lovin you in the third person,
these masks of merrigold manipulation have become dreadful,
Much of my life has been spent defendin
against manipulators, abusers, haters, and mockers,
I needed to hear you say
that my affection for you was not taken for granted,
Thanks for being my Eve on those evenings of earnest thirst,
my Viper Rose, that it was I you chose, as God knows,
my love is not runnin, its stayin,
not prayin or playin
just gainin from the sayin,
love once levied is forever bevied,
gotta keep certain that my spine is mine Luv -
J.A.B.
Categories:
cloak and dagger, inspirational love, love hurts,
Form:
Epic
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
See how they're shining bright,
Twinkling, and blinking across the black crape.
You'll need to read Greek and Roman mythology
They're full of legends who had escapades which
Were cloak and dagger kind of scrapes
That put Lupus the Wolf, Orion The Hunter, Draco
The dragon, the big and little dippers in to the
Skies. I hope this is feeding your appetite.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Grandma, it's cold can I snuggle with you in your
Cape?
Of course you can Joshua. There's so much to
See. I have seen a green Comet and meteorites
That were burning through our atmosphere. Think
Of the story you could write.
If you use your imagination you could have
Quite an adventure among the stars to escape.
Grandma, what's a constellation of shapes?
It's the stars your looking at tonight.
Categories:
cloak and dagger, adventure, appreciation, beauty, education,
Form:
Roundel
Secrets could be the reason for my insanity,
Such bloody burdens deserving of such profanity,
They may hurt me, anger me, or cause me turmoil,
But never mind how high the price, I will never unravel.
Under the rose they will remain for all eternity,
Behind closed doors forever in my safe keep,
Protected and guarded with a cloak and dagger,
Tame your inquiring mind for curiosity’s a killer.
No one likes intruders invading the mysteries in their heads,
If I uproot my precious roses, two may keep if one's dead,
Truth is everyone’s got a hush-hush kept inside their minds,
Whether it's to hide a little lamb or conceal some underhanded crime.
So don't ask me again 'cause now you know how I feel,
A secret’s best a secret if it’s never revealed.
Categories:
cloak and dagger, emotions, fun, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
The Heart Trembles
The heart trembles as when I thus one speaks of truth
Underneath the pale moon rising while you cloak with roses,
While you are hiding neath your darkened cloak and dagger
Have you not betrayed me? Can you honestly tell me is that isn’t true?
For as my child is trembling in fear knowing well for I’m asking
The purest heart thus trembles when it talks and speak of truth.
When you were young and small it is so easy to fear people
As people do grow up- in their common-place and not utter,
Are all feelings the same in those long and endless days streaming?
In this fear, what’s more important is it that last fall and dead end?
Soon you’ll be so long and forgotten for God will not have empathy for you
I truly see you’re a real octopus. Made of many real big mistakes, then often
Then you’ll be fallen and not be able to be accepted and enter heaven’s gate.
Written: Aug. 28, 2015
Theresa Marie
Categories:
cloak and dagger, angst, betrayal, blue,
Form:
When a person promotes abortion
telling nothing but lies surely that in itself is a direct product of hate speech
The cloak and dagger of pity
reality has many masks behind a veil of masked deception
hiding dark secrets, those afraid to be revealed transparency
attacking honesty as having little value or purity
When this awakening happens some poor souls are lost
beyond saving trapped by the deceiver preaching untruths and misery
Incapable of loving forgiveness
instead they become a troublesome bully
guilty condemning everything right
in favour of what is wrong with society today
The great depression has consumed many hearts unlawfully
with warlike views it is here we see criminals attacking
the virtues of life and death the very cornerstone of faith
There is no middle ground to be examined in this subject at hand
your either one way or the other, according to the Word of God
I am a sinner forgive me my shortfalls
because in the end we all wish to go to the promised land
some things need to be said because the weeds of fascism is growing, smothering the innocent from speaking forthwith
the state has formed a new church teaching children to be poor within spirit
Categories:
cloak and dagger, abortion, anti bullying, betrayal,
Form:
Narrative
Bourbon street and candy canes two unicorns in disguise,
Nickels for an easy dime,
And a quarter for a rhyme.
Shooting stars and colored moons aces to the heart,
A world through rose tinted glasses,
And dreams left standing gone from the masses.
Take the day out of night and the night out of day,
A different drummer a different song,
And the one-armed bandit takes what's wrong.
A cloak and dagger game of men and mice,
Every bait and switch of hand,
And the piper leads to the promised land.
Categories:
cloak and dagger, drink, fantasy, humor, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
I often wonder
as I wander through wonder
receptive to the signs
projected from minds mines
exploding in invincible
imagination invisible
like cloak and dagger
I search for the truth
whether it be within me
portrayed without my boundaries
leaping bounds
offering sounds
collected in the skies daisy dairies
harvested in the sea
fermented in vermouth
causing the tides to stagger
I lay naked in the clouds
relaxing in the dilly dallying sun
basking in the knowledge of the universe
soaking in the wisdom
of the watery breeze
fluently speaking
telepathiconversations
uttering raindrop runes
reading the realms
for telling of forecasts
faceted in fascination
I ask a simple question
where do I begin to find
where I began
sifting through the soil of my soul
scraping the soil off my soles
at the threshold of the Sun
I jump in feet first
and become purified in the pools
of swirling
spiraling
solace
chapter 1 in salvation
rewriting my past lives contribution
stepping into eternities elevation
becoming submersed in loves great basin
the reality of what everyone considers an illusion
illuminated on the paths of another dimension
reincarnated in my own waves of retribution
smiling as I'm cut by the shards of every solution
leaving it up to me to draw up the conclusion
and speak it to the masses in mass confusion
I am NOT just a speaker
I am NOT just a teacher
I am NOT just a leader
I am a seeker
lighting the way
for those who wish to catch up
Categories:
cloak and dagger, beauty, blessing, love, mirror,
Form:
Crystalline
MARVEL 1960s
As I journey into mystery
I come across the tower of shadows
Into the chamber of darkness
I'm found tales to astonish
Hulking and giant men
Sub marina
Involved in tales of supense
Iron men and american Captains
Oh! but strange tales
Doctors and one eye patch wearing --
government men
Women named Millie and Chili
and both of them are modeling
Alien beings silver surfering in the skies
UFO's and nova alien beings from all over
Barbarian conan astonishing tales
Kazar Doctors of doom, ghost riders
Adventures amazing inhumans
Black widow, cloak and dagger
Rawhide kid Sgtof fury howling commandos
Leatherneck raiders and Captain Savage
dun know if ya old enough
or even if you know what I'm talkin bout
Mention titles above of marvel 1960's hero books
who say's this poem has to rryme of even be good
I said mention above titles of old marvel comic texts
And yea I'll even mention "NOT BRAnD ECHH"
MARVEL 1960s
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
12/23/17
Categories:
cloak and dagger, appreciation, character, dedication, hero,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Fighting for survival far away from home
With my cloak and dagger where the devils roam
Lurking in the darkness that conceals the night
There belong the phantoms well beyond my sight.
All my strength is seeping, bleeding wound is sore
I won’t last much longer, I will hide no more.
Now the wind is howling; let it groan and blow
Lifeless, right beside me, lies my vanquished foe.
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Placing: 3rd
Categories:
cloak and dagger, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Wind has wide mouth,
Mouth like river pouring out,
Clutching with an over-bite,
Whispering closed to our antennas.
Who possessed secrets? Enigma
Nothing is cloak-and-dagger.
We all have bad blood
And breathe air thick with gossip
Matters after closed doors
Escaped through holes in small traps;
Walls do tittle-tattle.
Poison the spaces and passed on;
Smother the likes of us with idle talk.
We are much more
Than monkeys, but we are plenty less.
Chances fled yielding conceit.
Feed the flame. Let it sear
Old England, like London Bridge
Burning down with our views.
Tear down. Break off the passage
And construct walls with the ashes.
Let’s die alone while listening
To the loud mouth of wind.
Right hand lost in whispers.
What wind is voiceless
If it stretches from the seas?
Categories:
cloak and dagger, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Sadness has overcome me,
fear too.
For all that I know,
I can't tell you.
Secrets abound
and I'm underground.
Cloak and dagger,
faces and facades,
diamonds and pearls,
more than I wished for when I was a girl.
Freedom comes like a windy day
and I miss it when it blows away.
I snatch the light
as it passes by,
looking for happiness
in the gleam of an eye.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2002
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
cloak and dagger, symbolism,
Form:
Rhyme
Lying is a moral error towards Christian faith.
But seemingly, our world covets it.
“tis like a natural skill.
For sophisticated liars whose minds are frail.
Tactical deception, misrepresentation;
People lie to hide the obvious.
Liars fool anyone,
To let them live on cloak and dagger.
Lies flourish in the world, fuel the pain;
They create money,
They invite temporary ecstasy, war;
They’re now embedded in human evolution.
But do why we allow it?
Logic is our strength.
Yet, many have used it to delude others.
What happened to now and forever?
With each lie, it sickens us.
Yet, we use it.
Categories:
cloak and dagger, conflict, confusion, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Once more we have a blazoned trail to muse Chasing Greendragon's tea hidden in the sea As the one that drinks bitter he thinks better too In Columbia's taverns men do conspire to be free - Here verses were written and deciphered An age of brown paper print sliced the main sail Taking liberties before crossing the wide fords as Glass bottom tankards ring like church bells - - Reciting mail from stage to stage runs the news in ire of the kings sweet acts and torrid teas After seven years weakend but cloak and dagger true Blaming drunk french indians who poured it on the sea - Beginning the royal blues again the revolution turns A few good men came from these upon your standard But war like a fire has no repect of persons it just burns Unlike these local bars men's constitutions were driven hard
Categories:
cloak and dagger, allegory, america, community, corruption,
Form:
Quatrain
Onward they marched
Loud and proud
For Freedom
Their hearts were bent
Freedom!
A cry of slaves
A cry so loud
That their masters trembled
Heart ready ,Blade drawn
Death they greeted
Blood served
Its guest satiated
Hands held heads
Of masters forgotten
Freedom oh sweet!
But the price yet bitter
For a day or two
Freedom was true
Until the ruse was up
And shackled anew
Fools for power
And Fools for tools
They knelt
Greed their new master
Blind to truth
Shackled to rock and paper
They squabble and shatter
Thieves elate with laughter
Of cloak and dagger
Money, the cloak
Need, the dagger
Thieves thus became master
The Land corrupted
The Cry forgotten
The People wept
Most often
At time present
The slave suffers
Ready to Cry Freedom
But when will it matter?
Categories:
cloak and dagger, freedom
Form:
Concrete
Bolehland recorded one of the greatest mystery in modern air travel....
A full passenger jet plane that mysteriously went missing into thin air...
Despite spending millions in a long and exhaustive search...
Nothing of definitive interest came up all through the very costly search...
Spearheaded by experts from Australia, the search scoured the murky depths of the Indian Ocean...
The search extended into months but there was nought to show in the seabed of the mighty ocean...
Now a couple of years later, debris are supposedly being washed up...
It has appeared over there on the sands of distant Madagascar...
With the world moving on, the interest has waned given the numerous false alarms...
Of debris being found occassionaly from that ill fated jet liner...
Now, here it comes, the latest clanger in this saga of MH370.......
The Malaysian consul to handle the return of MH370 debris..
Was found assassinated before the debris were handed over...
What devilry is this, or was there something more sinister...
Could it be mere coincidence or could it be something bigger...
Death stalks mysteriously, or is it cloak and dagger duggery in high circles.....
That masks the mysterious disappearance of passenger jetliner MH370...
Will future illuminative events unfurl or will truth will never be known...
For the 238 death toll on that ill fated jetliner residing in a watery grave in parts unknown......
Categories:
cloak and dagger, anxiety, community, confusion, funeral,
Form:
Free verse