Best Fake Poems
It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma,
It’s nice but it’s not really me.
The real me, my hinterland, the me of me, the “who” that I am,
Isn’t defined by any professions.
I’m not defined by my job, nor my house, nor my clothes.
I’m not defined by any possessions.
Possessions show that I’m cool, calm, I’m collected.
Always seeking a classy sort of style,
But on the inside the thoughts in my head go crazy,
Like an untamed deranged juvenile.
Always overthinking random stuff of conversations I’ve had.
Had years ago with my peers.
Thinking the best, then contemplating the worst,
Battering myself with debilitating fears.
I hide these fears behind fake actions, fake clothes,
Fake talk and a fake phrase.
Convinced that a fake me is better than me,
For now and the rest of always.
Entered into "Who ARE you?" contest by Catie Lindsey 4/30/2016 , ranked First place
Charmed by its beauty
Hear a sweet whisper of love
Shiny fake diamonds
~
Pink lips temptations
All these broken promises
Perpetual lie
~
Truth like grains of sand
Beyond golden cornfields
Something very pure
13.07.2017
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Wicked news flash - torrential storm - Purple
streaks of confusion striking. Violent grey
clouds spinning its evil. Hatred scattered
in shreds of hail. Waves pounding
against our aching skulls. Who
can live dangerously and ride
their storm. To roll with the
thunder and never see blue
sky. These puddles of
tears splashing out of
fear. All that made a
clear day is spiralling
out of control. How?
can we keep calm.
Wake from this
never ending
storm. Brace
yourself this
may be a
false
wea
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er
re
po
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t
as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The long day has pulled her down and out
The walls are closing in, she needs to shout
She sends a scream into the pillow case,
Wipes off the tears and puts it back in place.
Presentation of perfection she must achieve
At least until all the guests take their leave.
Smile on the outside, as tears fall underneath
Dressed up and proper, naked under her sheath
Housewife to her misery, mother, daughter, self.
Married into status, surrounded by welcoming wealth.
The cards have been played, her queen reigns,
With a red heart that bleeds lost loved pains
Sacrificed love for security, a wrong she can't right
Praying for anyone, to come rescue her this night
Anchored to a life of plastic, made up, and fake
Killing her ever slowly, how much can she take
It was Saturday evening when we had our date,
I was so prepared and assured that I won’t be late!
Preparing everything for my one true girl,
She makes me smile and makes my round world swirl.
Sitting on a chair and so quite nervous.
She slowly walked in and was so delirious.
Fireworks were sparkling everywhere,
Felt like I was in a place called Madison Square.
I was about to give this fake roses of love,
Gently smiling like a sweet scent in the cove.
You got so mad and felt so insulted.
These fake roses were ill terribly affronted.
I held your hands and tried to say my words.
“Hear me darling and feel these broken chords!”
Fake roses won’t rot like those pretty skies in blue.
It’s forevermore and that’s how I so love you.
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
What to look for?
Where do errors lie?
Are they in the eye of the beholder
or do they lie?
I believe I’m a poet,
a prophet of paraphrase,
a swindler of alliteration,
the rhyme above all reason.
I think I know!
Am I who I think I am?
A big fat ham.
My eyes wander -
cross-eyed thinkers,
blinking s.o.s.
How Do I Overcome Success
I
Mean
Mistakes
As big as a lobster-steak!
Have a stake in me.
Teach me your tricks.
Throw the stick —
I’ll chase it,
Bring it back and wag my tail,
With openness to learn.
Burn my bridges
— not!
Great Scott,
reel me in with a fishing rod —
take the hook from my mouth.
Throw me back in.
O Genie,
make me like Aladdin —
rich in words, like a Princ(ess).
Reveal that I am a fake,
so I humbly shake
the magic from my frame,
and become who I really am.
8/28/2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Back stabbers! Yeah i said it
Those i considered friends,
Talk behind your back, laugh at
you, not with you.
Those hypocrites ! Ouch
Believe me it hurts me more.
Masses of hysteria when they
mock you.
Don't care how you feel
Worse comes in when they
pretend to be your pal, at a
wedding, not funerals.
How foolish they are !
Make fun of anything about
you.
Long last you feel defeated . . .
But its just the beginning
And you want to quit already,
Let go of everything
Give up. . .
No think twice, thrice, whatever
You persevere, In the end
You show them
Whose the Alpha.
FAKE NEWS IS THE PRODUCT OF THE DEEP STATE,
AND ITS MANY WAYS OF DISTRACTING AND DIVIDING ITS POPULATION.
THE TRUTH WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AS LONG AS THE
THE DEEP STATE IS IN CONTROL.
THE CONSPIRACY RUNS DEEP AND MAY NOT BE VISIBLE TO THE MASSES.
HOWEVER, THE HERD MENTALITY IS WAKING UP TO THE DECEPTIONS
OF THE DEEP STATE.
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN LIBERTY OR TYRANNY?
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN A SOVEREIGN REPUBLIC OR GLOBALISM?
IT'S A CHOICE BETWEEN INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM OR COMMUNISM?
WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE FOR OUR FUTURE?
I CHOOSE LIBERTY.
THE POWER OF THE DEEP STATE,
IS NO MATCH FOR THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE!
THE LABYRINTH OF THE DEEP STATE IS COMPLEX,
BUT THE LIGHT OF THE TRUTH IS STRONGER!
WRITTEN BY,
CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
OCTOBER 2019.
Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
His blunders, for sure-
We have to endure;
To caring, he does not espouse.
Those mishaps, like names he misspoke-
For sure, were not meant as a joke.
But much worse by far
His failures that scar-
Appeasing the will of the woke'!
Day-one, he shut down the pipeline-
made our oil production decline.
Gas prices- despise!
While heating bills rise!
We now must import and consign!
Appalling- how he shut that door
To exit the long Afghan war!
Left our troops behind-
Their rescue declined
In spite of their sacrifice bore!
Our vast Southern border, exposed-
All previous rules- he opposed.
He let millions in
And, to our chagrin-
Come outlaws and drugs- unopposed!
Bad crimes multiply by the day;
The victims now feel cast away.
With no fines or bail,
Or time spent in jail-
No need that bad guys must obey!
Inflation's gone way off the chart;
We dread the time spent at the mart.
Less food we now choose
For his brainless ruse-
Just printing out money's not smart!
And, last but not least, Hunter's life!
This son and his dad cause us strife.
With Chinese, each deals-
While 'The Big Guy' steals;
Through quid pro quo- they become rife!
Our media hypes left-wing views-
So, therefore, presenting fake news;
When really, they should
Show bad with the good;
Lay out all the facts to peruse!
November 25, 2022
Contest: The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Fact and Fiction are two words that cause a lot of friction
Therefore, sometimes it’s all about the diction
Like a poem they both have meaning
To the audience you are seeking
A fact though is just that, in that it is proved
Fiction though just tends to lend us clues
The best way therefore for us to act
Is to stick with the facts
Fact is truth and reality
Fiction just fantasy
DAMO
How many fake smiles
Have you put on before?
When inside your beating heart
Is broken and torn.
How many tears
Has your pillow held at night?
When you lay there, broken,
Hidden from everyone's sight.
How many attempts
At your life have you taken?
They don't see that you're broken,
Not only bruised but emotionally beaten.
Pain is inevitable,
These feelings you hold.
But you'll tell them you're fine
'Cause that's what you've been told.
I have tried,
For months I have tried,
to let go of your haunting memory.
I can’t.
Behind every fake smile I give,
I blindly hope I give an aura,
of being happy.
I am not.
I fall asleep at night,
only to find you haunting my dreams.
The life I wanted to have,
the love I needed,
it’s all slipping so far away.
I heard about you and her.
I was engulfed with sadness.
I was supposed to be me,
not her.
There is no one to blame,
no one to accept this burden.
I bury it deep inside,
hidden behind,
fake smiles,
and lies.
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?