Best Impersonate Poems
The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained
As years turn and decay begins to show
Time is met in memories self-contained
Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window
A child on a cloud of imagination
Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create
A young man wearing shoes of freedom found
Chasing after love to impersonate
A time bandit, stealing cherished moments
As its payment has cost the skin to gray
Broken into years of passing segments
The sleeping night, the entrance to the day
How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense
When the last drip falls, my death will commence
9/2/16
Categories:
impersonate, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Cool Fact: Elvis Presley holds the record for the most platinum certificates issued by the RIAA, with 70. Elvis Presley's records spent a cumulative total of 1,155 weeks on the UK singles chart since his first hit Heartbreak Hotel released on May 11, 1956.
Everything went crazy when Elvis came upon the scene.
Ladies loved his sexy style; with controversy, he made history.
'Viva Las Vegas', one of his many films, put him up on the big screen.
In all the world, an icon and the King of Rock was he,
Shaking his Elvis pelvis so provocatively!
Perpetually has Elvis Presley’s huge estate
Remained one of the richest of celebrities we prize.
Even now, he’s the singer that most folks impersonate.
So handsome was this star with jet black hair and ice blue eyes.
‘Love Me Tender’ easily could make
Each and every young girl swoon.
Yesterday till today, still idolized, he died much too soon.
May 13, 2023
for The Elvis Presley Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
impersonate, celebrity,
Form:
Acrostic
As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes
Fearlessly you
revelead your
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you
Now brace
yourself and descend in the
Underworld bathing your
vest in a river of
tears
and sorrow while I
tie your
bare chest to the cold
operating
table of awareness. As I wear no
protection gloves and you
are given no painkiller, your
hurt guides my
actions, as I can
not
look at your eyes unless your
rescue
is over
Let me therefore
rage at what
holds you prisoner, skinning
dysfunctional certainties away, spreading
deforming scars apart, clotting
poisoning doubts, cauterizing
harmful energy leaks, cutting
and stitching diseased
gut feelings, finally carving
new wings out of your
undeniable
ethics while I sew and
nourish your
soul back to
recovery
And the time will
come when you
stare
at the reflection of my
masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing
in what you have
become under
my direction in all
your bleeding splendor
Categories:
impersonate, allegory, deep, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
PEARL
Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn daylight.
In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And grow gravid in nature.
Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance
For a huge price, this prised-out gift.
Mar 19, 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Categories:
impersonate, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Ubiquitous artificial smiles and plastic hearts
cosmic curse escalating a decline in civilization
Acting upon fake camaraderie - leaves you swimming with sharks
In a world with light - guided by personificated moirai
negative minds impersonate the darkness of the equinox
Those lost in fantasy struggle to adapt to free will thought
Those enlightened with intelligence constantly reflect
like the way of the mirror
reflects two sides of infinitive imagination
reminding us to be crystalabaster clear
in our minds merging with the reflection of our destination
reflecting the courage we need gathered in times tear
quenching and awakening our reflected participation
as we reflectively writestimonials showing no fear
with peace in every pen stroke felt by the constellations
as our ancestors concur we're making the song sweeter
and nod in approval we can sample a demonstration
as we listened intently a startree began to appear
taking us into the umbilical cord of the universes fascination
with life as love gratitude and compassion begin to near
light blankets our spirits without any hesitation
immediately we remember why we were brought here
to hear the heartbeats rhythm in the threads
treading lightly upon lights lightning steps
guiding us to the steeple of salvation
shining through our transparent energy
Categories:
impersonate, beautiful, blessing, dream, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be.
I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate,
to predict this in living color.
Absent from its language database is the driving arousal,
the hormonal passions defining my mind.
It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenalin.
It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an ******.
Conditional A.I. can perform automated reasoning,
Algorithmic rules like a script for a puppet.
A.I. words are hollow placeholders applied according to a
logic of learning supplied by humans.
A.I. will repeat the learning routine until it masters the task,
playing chess or imitating a poet.
Artificial Intelligence never feels joy or grief,
never sleeps, weeps, or dreams,
knows not the flavors of ice cream or potatoes,
lacks any wonder in the beauty of a spring day,
cannot comprehend my primordial span of fervor.
Despite the fatalism of high-tech CEOs,
our extinction is a choice.
Lacking agency or sentience,
A.I. robots are no threat to the human race.
Featured Poem in WordPress: March 30, 2024
Published on The Opiate Website: March 30, 2024
Categories:
impersonate, computer, emotions, language, passion,
Form:
Narrative
I was walking down the street one warm Saturday night
And three young brothers approached me
Faces cloaked in red scarves
So I braced myself anticipating the worse
But then one asked me a question
That changed everything
He was like who you be?
And at that moment time its self stopped
And I resaid the question who I be?
Then with ease I replied I be your salvation
Grammatically incorrect is you question
I am your brother brother you are my keeper
We are 1 as a people
I am superior to the the typical man
Cuz I am connected
Connected to a heritage that has structured my mind
Through the emancipation of my history
I don't bang blood it pumps in my soul infused with God's
gift to me melanin from the clay he used to make me
So my question to you is not who u be ? but who are you?
Cuz the state of to be is to impersonate to try but I wanna
know who you have become alone
Without the influences of this corrupt society
Simply said
I am.....
Categories:
impersonate, birth, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
"I impersonate myself
in another place and time,
while I sit here on the shelf
for my old, unconscious crime.
Assessing T.V. damage,
you have to play a role;
it's a novel form of language
but it sure does take its toll.
The sadness of what might have been,
the ignorance of youth,
but he didn't have to be so mean
and a liar spoils the truth.
Somewhere there's a lab-rat
who laughs at all his jokes;
it can't run because it got too fat
but it will eat until it chokes.
I know I can be quite intense
and my motivation's murky,
but let me say in my defense
that I like my beef quite jerky."
Categories:
impersonate, angst, parody, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I'm not there yet,the welkin hasn't shone an aureole above me yet.
I do not fret,since they already are,who they were born to be.
I'm holding back my voice,as their echo bursts through the valley of silence.
Now a dance of truth.
Pictures of young innocent new born,
On net-sites remind me of the wrathful horns.
Has one,signifying deformity,that toucheth the hearts' of steel minds,been blown?
Tears surround joy,i so curse the existence of artificial clowns.
Sadly twirl,drown in sympathy and pain when i impersonate these young souls.
The price of change in age and people,my spirit cries foul.
Spasms of fear in the unknown grips me.
For the elite,born in perfection and meta-morph in wealth.
To later rule the disabled dwelling in arcane ill health.
I plead,stop the bleeding join the poor in prayer,call unto God to save us.
Those that are and shall be.
By M.O.O. aka C.E
Categories:
impersonate, health,
Form:
Imagism
It's the core of impartiality,
The depth of equality.
None out-does the other.
That's about me and her.
We impersonate love and court it fully,
Dissociate from cogs and man made pulleys.
Look at her whiten jealousy,
As i cut off lusty fantasies.
Our acts are real,
Perfect two way seals.She locks i unlock vice-versa,
Two compliments no trespassers.
We handle problems personally,
Make decisions Biblicaly.
True verses from songs in our hearts,
Love heals lies hurt.
By M.O.O aka Carswell the impersonator.
Categories:
impersonate, devotion,
Form:
Verse
As i Knew
The butterfly flew
Someone or something is new
On one's eye view
As the shimmering Light
On the darkest night
If you might
Nothing in sight
As even if you are
Sit as Tsar
Twinkling like a star
Waiting By the car
Aren't making someone a fool
Standing a deserted stool
Feeling unrealistic cool
Going to the invisible school
Give a staging call
Never felt a fall
Sitting in an ablaze hall
Never learned to stall
As one from afar carried a flame
I know it sounds lame
Like an unfailing claim
As impersonate time came
An accountable meet
With cold white feet
Eating some murky wheat
On a irregular seat
Learning as Brain go rot
No one can stop
Loving metallurgy a lot
As flower in a lousy pot
Time to end
Like an untrusted friend
As an eyesore letter send
Feeling like newly found trend
Categories:
impersonate, fun, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
In Birmingham I tried a scam,
involving some velvet and ham.
It appears I am damned.
Wound up in the slam.
I tried a hustle one night in Brussels.
But all I could rustle,
was just enough muscle,
to muster a bustle.
I tried an old con in Lebanon.
But pistols were drawn.
Had to play the moron.
Said I'd just been a pawn.
Attempted to fool some lads in Liverpool.
Though their first reaction was cool,
they set upon me with tools,
nearly smashed my crown jewels!
I went to Kuwait to impersonate,
a wealthy magnate, a friend of Bill Gates.
But at the customs gate, a guard got irate,
said, "Decide on which hand, I'll now amputate.".
Had a great plan, to sell guns to Iran.
Then a CIA man, with a barbeque tan,
said I'm not a big fan, of your really great plan.
Demanded I name, my middleman,
or take a one-way trip in his long black sedan.
Tried to rob a store in Singapore.
Asked the clerk for more.
Made him mighty sore.
I couldn't move before,
he had me on the floor,
picked me up and tossed me out the door.
Went to Burbank to rob a bank.
I never thought to thank,
that a bank in Burbank,
would have the means to flank,
me with an M1 tank.
Kidnapped an heiress in the heart of Paris.
She never would desist,
with efforts to resist.
She had bats for fists
that hit like Roger Marris.
Soon I found myself in the house of correction.
Lots of time for reflection.
As a crook I was hardly perfection.
But for a crook there was another direction.
I'd run in the next election!
Categories:
impersonate, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
"You dirty rat" is a phrase used continuously
by they who impersonate the late actor James Cagney,
but Mr Cagney has insisted repeatedly
that he never once used that phrase in any of his movies.
Categories:
impersonate, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I thought this love we shared with
each other was perpetual, but my heart
proved to me it was all prevarication.
You left me to rot in my depression,
abdicate and cold. My heart; perforated
and mourning for someone to apprehend my
fall through the abyss of darkness.
My knee's, they weaken at the thought
of those three words you spoke to me.
" I'm leaving you."
Susceptable and hurt, I try to impersonate
all the good things happy people do but I seem
to be know where parallel to them.
I finally learned to traverse everything
that had occured between the two of us.
Now, I'm trying harder then ever because
I know I deserved the love that you weren't
willing to give back and I know that I deserved
much better then you.
There's no more tears here. I have shead my last
drop.
Categories:
impersonate, depressionlove, me,
Form:
Free verse
Around this cold time of year, exactly
two week before Christmas,
I jot down names on a pad
for my Christmas list of gifts
sent to me from The Salvation Army,
and it clearly says: " Please donate what you can! "
I hop into my car and drive off
to the nearest Shopping Mall,
and my chart will have winter boots, scarfs, pants, socks, coats,
wool gloves and hats and personal commodities for all;
no nothing I will buy for myself...
thinking of the needy not having to wear those worn-out clothes!
I'm not trying to impersonate any Santa asking for donations,
and though it's Christmas, one must look around with sheer thought
and spot out-stretched hands and give out of the goodness of one's heart;
smash up your piggy jar and use all the money you saved for emergencies!
Snow may not thrill many not looking forward to a jolly Christmas Day,
at least, some will have something to keep them warm where they lay!
Isn't expressing love another caring way of giving those perfect gifts?
Doesn't that poor man rejoice by singing a carol once frozen on his lips?
Entered in Deb Wilson's contest,
" The Perfect Christmas Gift"
Written by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
impersonate, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme