Best Conceal Poems


God Does Not Conceal Himself

God does not play a child's game of hide and seek
You will find Him standing at the side of the meek
Do not search for Him behind a stone temple wall,
but He will hear your prayer when on Him you call.

Though His reply may not meet your expectation,
trust that He will guide you to eternal salvation.
His Holy Spirit is manifested when you're in need,
He sits at the banquet where on His Word you feed.

Inside a cavern is a place God would never dwell.
His presence is felt on mountain peaks, in each dell.
His home is the Heavens. Invisible to you He may be,
but you can find His hand in everything you see.

He abides in my conscience when I'm about to stumble,
and though I have free will, He helps me stay humble.
I hear Him asking me, "What path do you choose to walk?"
Fatherly advice, for I am a sheep in my Shepherd's flock.

When I read Scripture it's as if I'm listening to Him speak,
and I've felt Him wipe away tears flowing down my cheek.
He elicits every beat of my heart, for He gave me breath.
and He will be with me at the moment of my death.

Never, will I be worthy to look upon the glory of his face
for I am just a lowly daughter, and far too commonplace,
but I feel His tangible bearing when I need Him most.
Seek and you will find* that He is real, and not a ghost.

Since the time God created man and life had begun,
He's had no reason to conceal Himself from anyone.
From His all-seeing vision, none of us can ever hide.
These thoughts I believe, and in you I piously confide.


August 25, 2022
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*Matthew 7:7

Clouds Conceal the Pallid Moon

Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.

Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin of my love's cheek.
A pearl in the sky.  Passion's flame she will ignite,
reflected across waters in an aura of mystique.

Without the moon, my soul would mourn, bereft.
Her splendor worthy of lyrics written in musical bars.
I would write a sonnet for her if my hand was deft.
Even though her hue is wan, she outshines stars.

I'll not weep for the moon while her light wanes.
I'm aware that it's just a phase, and soon will pass.
Then, comes the time when her luminance reigns
and billowed nimbus will turn aside for her.  Alas!

If overcast shadows choose to darken the skies
let them do so to offer shade from the sun's heat,
but never allow them to conceal from my eyes
the trysting place where the pale moon and I meet.


July 22, 2022
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Conceal and Carry

I will whip out my hot gun,
You hold the barrel, have fun;
Stroke with your finger,
Then pull the trigger 
And hit the target anon!


06/27/14


My Hearts Conceal

There's nothing you could say to me
That change the way I feel
I adore the friendship you bring to me
That makes your heart feel real
The subtle way you gaze in me
So well it makes me heal
But to preserve each moment gracefully
For now, my love
My heart I must conceal

Conceal No More

What superficial concepts these are? When we are neither here or there 
When we conceal our hearts, when we hide elsewhere 

We claim to be invincible 
But we aim in that to maim
It is straight and true 
Who among us should take the blame? 

But why dress up what we say? Being dishonest with self
We must be honest in all we do, as we approach the proverbial shelf 

We should strive to be transparent 
To be explored by ourselves and others perhaps 
Guarding and mystery will change little 
Of what is plainly visible like symbols on maps
© Ember Bond  Create an image from this poem.

Something a Philosopher Cannot Conceal

Daniel: From Socrates, Plato, and even Hannah Arendt 
                         The stars fell and told me that you are heaven sent 
                         So listen to me Denisse Laranang, my dear 
                         I cannot sleep lest I say it here 
  
            Denisse: Just say your word, a word so true 
                         Coming from the mouth of a guy like you 
                         Be a knight who will not scorn 
                         Feel free, like the first of doves in the morn 
            
            Daniel: My heart beats wildly because of a voice 
                         It was like a feeling of buying new toys 
                         For it being magical and love is felt 
                         Totally, you capture what mind couldn't have dealt 
            
            Denisse: Is that what a Philosopher ponders? 
                         What about love, how I wonder? 
                         It flatters me though 
                         There is something I also want you to know 
            
            Daniel: What is that my most beautiful maiden? 
                         Is something concealed so that I will hearken? 
                         Your existence is my essence Denisse 
                         And every second is my thousand years 
  
                        
            Daniel: A heart never fails though the mind dictates 
                         Such a feeling my heart palpitates 
                         A feeling I would never conceal 
                         That this humble man will certainly kneel 
  
            Denisse: Such a confession pierced me truly 
                         Let me express that my heart is ever ready 
                         This moment, you cast all my fright 
                        The same way I feel about you my knight


Conceal

What do you do when the storm rolls in?
You hide in a raincoat and a plastic grin.

How do you bear the lack of light?
You just smile and nod, you don't put up a fight.

When your angry or hurt, can anyone tell?
No, you just keep your happy face on and survive through this hell.
© Alex Brown  Create an image from this poem.

Conceal From Ones We Love

I know that you cannot tell what is going through someone's head.
 Their eyes may suppress the story that won’t be shared.
 I’ve learned that there are a lot of hidden messages around you that some may call foreshadowing, and no one takes the time to look. 
 I discovered a secret about the comments made by strangers. 
 That are there to make or break you.
 I can tell you that there is beauty in the tiniest of objects and it is not obvious. 
 I know that you should never make lemonade when life give you lemons, bake a cake and keep people wondering how you did it.
 I have learned that there are a few people that look at a situation with an open mind 
 No one thinks the same
 I know that some people lie to make you happy, but in the end it only hurts. 
 I can prove to you that criticism is worth more than compliments.
 I have learned that you emerge from the failure that causes you pain. 
 The kind that frustrates you and makes you want to get this right.
 I know that the roses don’t grow in every weather, but the thorns are always there on the shrub. 
 I discovered that a painting does not have a thousand words. 
 There is an infinite amount that no one see. 
 I have seen how fast strangers turn to friends that turn to enemies.
 I have noticed the hidden smiles that people fight so hard to conceal from the ones they need. 
 I can feel the insults that are said behind others backs. 
 From people too scared to claim their words.
 I’ve known the people that make things their business when it isn’t, and they get nothing in return. 
 I know that there is always a light, even in the darkest nights that seem gloomy and dull.
 Aalia Ganie

Do Not Conceal It

Kisses speak
          Your                        love
                   Conceal not

Trump Spiel On Weapons Conceal

Trump Spiel On Weapons Conceal

What Trump has said was a short spiel,
On why all weapons we should conceal;
Dormant  brain,
Without a grain,
And amendment we do need to repeal.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Wounded Wings, the Agony That We Cannot Conceal

You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end.
You come in waves, you come in force,
A relentless feeling, a brutal source.

You are the thorn in every rose,
The cruel twist in life's repose.
You are the wound that won't heal,
The agony that we cannot conceal.

You steal our laughter, you steal our joy,
You are the darkness that we cannot avoid.
You are the ache that fills our hearts,
The burden that tears us apart.

But even in your deepest throes,
You are a reminder that we still grow.
For pain can teach us how to heal,
To find strength that we never thought was real.

So though you hurt and though you sting,
We'll learn to rise on wounded wings.
We'll face you down, we'll stand up tall,
For pain may be a friend, but we are stronger after all.

Miss Conceal

Miss Conceal 
Miss Conceal
A Poem by Lori Mack

Miss Conceal 

I do everything not to feel. 
This weight is way too real. 
Too much I can't reveal. 
Just call me Miss Conceal. 

You may have seen me sitting quietly, 
Or you may have seen me flash violently. 
Most times I'm kind, soft spoken and sweet. 
Others I'm searching for someone to defeat. 
My love for family and friends, 
Runs deep and it never ends. 
If you hurt them I'm ready to fight. 
You'll be my prey I'll hunt you all night. 
I'm just as nice as I can be. 
My smile I wear for all too see. 

I do everything not to feel. 
This weight is way too real. 
Too much I can't reveal. 
Just call me Miss Conceal. 

Control is what I crave. 
It's best if you behave. 
Take my advice for your sake. 
No one wants this demon to wake. 
If you need help I'll lend a hand. 
Hard times and struggles I understand. 
I'll give you the shirt off my back, 
Help you get your life back on track. 
Take me for granted and you'll see, 
How dark, cold and demented I can be. 

I do everything not to feel. 
This weight is way too real. 
Too much I can't reveal. 
Just call me Miss Conceal. 


L. Mack 

9/24/18
© Lori Mack  Create an image from this poem.

Conceal this

Conceal this

trespassing against me well that’s on you.
getting caught up makes me a fool.
leave it alone because what’s the use.
when another will come to.
getting mad cause we don’t stick like glue.
the issue i’m trying to pursue.
it’s nothing personal
just a phase and i need to be discernible.
i’m certain that i get what i give returnable.
So it should be no hard feelings.
i just need to conceal this.
i’m able and willing.




unequivocallysyretta

Real Truth

The universal consciousness,
    conceals infinite whereabouts
     unknown
   Our nightmares obscure
    memories of multiple dreams
     and fantasies ...
   If everything were revealed to us
    all sudden, if all was said ...
     many of us would not desire
      even have been born ...

A Warrior in Conceal

A Warrior in Conceal.

In a room stands tall a mirror clear,
Revealing a reflection that deceived the world with a smile.
When I recognized it, my eyes poured out a tear,
And it was clear that the reflection was mine all the while.

It asks my nights of silent tears and struggle,
To expose the truth my false smile would never reveal.
It showcased the unspoken love under my heart's rubble,
And unveiled all my wounds that time could never heal.

My reflection speaks: "Accept and learn to heal,
Don’t run or hide, but face the wounds you bear.
I'm proud of you, a warrior through conceal,
For in your heart, gain strength to face despair.

Next time you stand before me, let me feel
A reflection, freed from past wounds, and completely healed."

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