Best Disguise Poems

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy...

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Beside the linen hanging out to dry,
a young girl trudges with a basket full
of sheets that she has cleaned. Her head is bent
to hide a tear she does not want to cry.
Although in summer’s heat, she’s feeling spent,
it’s not her work now troubling her soul.

Her...

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing

Rooftops, plump and soft, show off...

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Merely a child yet now she is running the house
So many chores to undertake, her childhood is in tatters
How can she forget the day her dear mama passed away
Her father mourns secretly since he lost his beloved spouse
Precious memories of her in their hearts forever...

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Her hands are pained and twisted
Her eyes almost blind
Her feet burning and crippled
Yet she still has some of her mind.

She use to be so lively
And loving all the time
Caring for her family
And saving every dime

She would work in her garden
To feed us all year round
Giving...

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The stream meanders down its age old course
Spilling over rocks and splashing round her feet 
Soft beauty of its solitude make her labors light
In dappled peace nature's whispers so endorse
Her fancies released on tender wings of flight
Revealing a mind and body for this day replete





Visual...

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Crawling along the sidewalk,
his tiny legs wiggling along
with his wriggling, squiggly body,
he creeps me out!
If he survives the elements
or the stampede of hard-soled monster feet
upon his too-soft squishy body,
he will perform a disappearing act!

Spewing sticky strands 
from glands near his mouth,
he twists himself into an...

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Between the sun and the moon
is a dimming, starless sky
filled with hues of contemplation.
She knows the time will come too soon,
so she holds a silent conversation
before she bids her horse good bye....

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They slowly float
All forms and size
A sheep, a boat
Wolf in disguise
              They slowly float
              Mystic and wise
  ...

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Angelically 'gainst windowpane.  
   Pure innocence, with child like eyes.
   Her gentle charms are so serene,
   With grace unblemished by a stain.
   That portrait so befits a queen.
   This shining light, in maidens guise,
...

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and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched in gore


when challenged, did he rant and rave, 
to find me in his abyss, his cave;
from whence he came I...

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Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad

A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after

Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs

She begins to chastise
“Children...

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Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.

Watery moon painting yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.

Violet blooms...

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Nero was a cruel, unfair emperor playing 
the lyre as his disguise to conceal his consuming guilt;
and he caused destruction without feeling
an ounce of pity for those he governed with distrust.


Why did he want to destroy a city so mighty and glorious,
and replace it with...

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This is the story of a woman unknown.

On top of green hill that rose above a village
There was a tiny white cottage that sat for all to see
The clouds brushed on its roof
And green vines ran up and down the walls 
This cottage was the...

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