Best Deceiving Poems
Deceiving Beams From False Moons Often Fall
Deceiving beams from false moons often fall
To those sad, lonely and lost love blinded
Aching for tender-sweet renewed love calls
Fall farther being so single minded.
Darkness offers its own glimmering rays
Converted into lights by epic pains
When all seems lost, mere seconds are delays
Minutes wasted seem unbearable strains.
Where once love thrived, now love is forsaken
Such gashes break armor and soon blood spills
Thus any rope thrown is so soon taken
Relief too long waited, brings cold chills.
Pride gone, wandering fires fail to warm.
Then Dark and Blackness wrecks its greatest harm.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-24-2018
Sonnet, ( Return To The Lost Light)
NOTE- Written from a message received in a dream last night.
My Muse refused to let me ignore it, thus I sat down and wrote it..
Living in a dream is an exception
The scenes are all real strange and different
The music within it are all chained down
Never do the notes express their lament
As the nature of the dream is a swamp
Portraying and delving an eerie truth
Not knowing if you should get wet within
Or find dry land and see just what your worth
Dreams are deceiving, just where are you now
Do you know exactly what they’re made of
However strange they are, sometimes they’re great
The best thing you could imagine with love
I can see the dream floating above me
I picture my soul lifting into it
Dedication ensues now for this dream
No longer is this view strange, it’s legit
Power, this dream harbors a grand scene here
Inside I see the immense existence
Another massive passion within it
Extreme lifelong passion deliverance
But unlike the superior dreams bright
There are those that fear envelopes inside
The whistle blows letting you know time’s up
You have entered the end of the bright side
And darkness becomes all that you can see
It radiates out from every corner
I must find a way out, I must wake up
That way I make sure it doesn’t bother
The eventual dream mystifies me
Always in the dark realm of the unknown
I know sometimes I resist to dream then
It comes to pass, I’m proud to dream what’s shown
Russell Sivey
A woman I know can put on a show
With a body like Aphrodite;
One look at her all and a man might fall
On his face, she’s so inviting.
With sumptuous lips and curvaceous hips
And a walk that screams “Come hither,”
And a smile contagious and tongue outrageous
Like a snake in the grass that slithers.
A weaker man I am I am
Drawn in like a vortex pool –
The nearer we step the more I suspect
The sooner I’ll end up the fool.
With looks so deceiving, undeniably pleasing
By anyone’s casual glance –
She’s tiger inside and black widow who hides
Her true intentions are never romance.
I’ve seen her kind from time to time
Whose vanity exceeds all measure –
True beauty is more than one twist on the floor
And a perfectly priceless treasure.
Destructive rose with your thorns
Elegance deserving to be forlorn
Stabbing those who hold you close
Deceiving those who love you most
Called by any other name, just as sweet?
How about betraying, beguiling, or disaster to complete
Lonely rose, receiving love
Yet only reciprocating with sharp pointed shove
Then someone reaches out
Reality piercingly clear
You're certainly lovely
But never loving, my dear
The last living souls on Earth
will be the ones who lie and deceive.
Humans have painted a portrait of
humanity that exemplifies the worst of us,
and instead of hiding it away,
have turned it into a museum.
One painting to represent one body of work.
Humanity has forced itself into evil;
Cheating and lying and scamming and stealing
to get out of what we have created ourselves.
The last living souls on Earth
will be the ones who ripped humanity’s heart
out, attempting to meld it into a kidney.
Essential, but easily replaceable.
And trust,
It will be replaced.
Even the sun itself can be quite deceiving
Upon viewing it's powerful rays beaming warmth is generally what you'd expect to be receiving
More often than not things aren't quite as they appear
Same goes for taking a gander at yourself in a mirror
Visions distorted but the mirrors not broken
Sometimes a soft gentle whisper can ring louder then other words spoken
Beautiful smiles flashed are sometimes a tedious task
Unseen is the pain accompanied hidden behind the mask
Never judge a book by it's cover
Read between the lines and the truth you seek within, a whole new realm of possibilities you'll soon discover
Reality can often look pretty but is sometimes flat out cold
There's always a couple sides to every story to unfold
What you see isn't always what you get
Ponder this before stumbling upon words you'll regret
The sun sometimes struggles to shine through life's elements and be felt just as we do
Although perceived as a blistering bright orb it has several sides too
This distortion I reek of
Is seeping
Its not under control
Im forced into believing this bed is too big for the small room
That the walls of this small room is a way of containing the things I hold
Maybe if my hands weren’t heavy with the burden of myself id be able to see past this small room
The room wasn’t always so small
I was not laid into the room the second I was born
But I somehow built these walls compulsively
I thought it would hide all the things I didn’t want anyone to see
If I keep painting over the scarred walls no one will notice the exist of their presence
If I mend the cracks you won’t be able to see how disproportionate everything is
I hope you’ll see past the roof caving in
Or the water damage from nights of my tears
The messy clutter from my anger
Stains from my mistakes I didn’t bother cleaning
If you can see past all of these flaws maybe you can see me
And save me from the deceiving distortion I’ve built
And the hollowness of it all
Never believing that I was deceiving myself
(I guess it must have been a dream)
That I could ever be the man I thought I’d be
And not the man I am today.
Living and loving
With life ever leaving me
Ever leading me on
Through life.
I’d have taken time to be someone
But that time is gone,
And I am left here, now, alone,
With nought to carve upon my stone.
© Barry Freeman - 11th February 2017
I've got two arms,with two hands.Two legs, with two feet. But for everything I have double, in quantity, I have one mind, one heart, one mouth that is equally important, controlling what I feel, how I think, and what I say.~ Most importantly I have one soul, that embraces other souls no matter what my eyes see, or portray.
Often we feel
joyfully, gladly
Something we have
received
But soon discover
gloomily
Our heart has been
deceived
An unknown loving
light
Appears in the
composed soul
Steals away the
bright
Smashing the world
whole
The days become
thirsty
The nights are all
restless
The thoughts be
empty
With the fruitless
clash
We wish for the hope
star
Gaping into the dark
night
A handicap stretches
afar
With broken, wounded
might
there’s a grey cat sitting on my shoulder
singing the drunken songs of the crying jag
so that’s why she finally didn’t come over?
with silver rings on her eyelashes
with green aurora in her sunglasses
should I be worried when walls slowly fade away?
leaving the crooked winds flood my hollow room
whatever, I’ll be glad with my form of clay
when there’s a thrill in the air, I assume
I’m nothing in nothingness
a hole in the void
and shards of her killing glance
made me schizoid
wave, wave and wave from afar
but leavings will always be bizarre
so long, adieu, goodbye (so far)
and don’t forget to send a postcard
Today is gorgeous
The lake ripples
As the wind digs its nails
Into the blue sheen that protects it
I braze the now still waters surface with my hand
Freezing! Bitter! Lovely!
I stand back then jump…
Freezing pain never felt so good
As its deep blue water caresses me
Deeper and deeper inside the bowels of its cold heart…
i feel so ugly inside
it feels like i lost my mind
it feels like i'm so mean and dumb
i don't even feel like i'm someone
i'm a monster at my best
creating yet another mess
lying, cheating, causing stress
hating, deceiving, unfriendliness- nahh
for my troubles, i have only myself to blame
it's all in my head, i'm the only one playing
but this is life. this is not a game.
i'm so gullible when you start naming names
for seeing your mistakes, i'm obviously deranged
psychopathic and out to blame
clueless in a life so perfectly sweet
it wasn't my fault people saw you two meet...
my troubles are small, but i want to say something out loud
keep walking around all haughty and proud
get caught up and tangled in your pleasure
cheating will help you lose, what it is that you might treasure
They say They say opposites attract,
I suppose they were right to think that especially for us.
For i was naive
and you wanted to deceive
I was as pure as the driven snow
And you were dark like the concept of a Jane Doe.
Opposites attract.
You secretly wanted to attack,
I just wanted you to love me back.
You made me think lust was love all because you were under an act. Opposites attract.
I wanted you on your worst days,
you wanted me at your place for the worst ways.
Opposites attract.
I guess that’s why we aren’t attracted to each other anymore. Because when I look at my actions towards others i see yours and you made me like that.
I should have resisted that deceiving voice
that entrapped me and made me quickly fall...
when silence dominated to conceal noise;
and however sorry I am, I felt tall.
Devil, why did you choose someone so meak...
to do horrible deeds unthought by this mind?
Devil, you hide in dense shadows and peak,
hiding in caves more afraid than a child.
As beautiful things so charming and grand...
temptation led all to wrongdoing,
but without real compassion and feeling,
thoughts clustered together to offend.
That deceiving voice kept on coming back...
alienating friends who looked to me for help.