Best Deceived Poems

The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



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Once when my soul spoke,
you betrayed every word.
Then your tongue promised
to only sing with sincerity.

I danced for a brief while, 
lost in your angelic orchestra.
Until...

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AM  I ?

Am I Just Standing Here, or Am I Just Dead?
Am I So Full Of Fear, I Lost Myself Instead?

Am I A Nobody,...

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While traveling ‘cross such harsh terrain 
     left parched and barren from the sun 
   and weeks without a...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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Light the nation a new fire;
Awake the apathetic’s desire;
Like sheep to Shepherd’s crook;
We need a new course, old Book.

Our founders risked it all;
Starting with Lexington’s...

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I’m lost within words 
   unwritten between 
     pastel pages of the past, 
Yet I weave lyrical love 
...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready...

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Sighed Adam to Eve:
“Because you were deceived,
Like a fool, I believed.
Sadly, all our conceived
Will be sorely bereaved.”

Well, that should be it, right?
No, boys and girls,...

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Dear mom, dad -
keeper of my DNA,
it was not my choice to be conceived 
( these actions you are about to take,
   ...

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With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by...

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The famous Blarney Stone,...

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I am like faded leaves,
beneath my frail feet,
failing your forbidden name
that crushed the petals of 
blossoming hopes,
dusted with dark 
obsidian nightmares,
enclosed in 
seeds of discontent,
sprinkled...

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Daughter  of Mary and  Louis
(Named after my late grandmother ) 

My name is  Charmaine
a name originated from latin
Charmaine means -a song

Eldest of...

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It is well known
that the intelligence is artificial
and the weeping robot cannot weep.
It is less well known
that it will be quietly sold
as feeling and sorrowful...

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