Best Impostors Poems

Fake is what you claim not to be;
In time, all will unveil and we will soon see.
Fake people are like mirrors,
I can see right through...

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I feel a nauseating revulsion to see scraps of prose
Bundled together in a neatened pile in the name of poetry,
And prizes being awarded for such...

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My confession
I murdered them all
impostors
claims of poetic devices
when the evidence was only
rants piled upon rants

A circle of praises
made the courts dizzy
the frauds committed
only added to...

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I remember for the very first time hearing
Words that had not been experienced
But on reflection treated the subject matter well
And I have heard singers sing...

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Tethered by life's boundless gyre;
doltish in the headlong plunge.
Swirling in its turbid mire;
mock demur feigns to expunge.

Inchoate thoughts swell pathos' rosters;
errant guides whose hack beguiles.
Pay...

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God Is

God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand...

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I don't see you.
I've been searching my whole life,
But still, I don't see you.

When I was a wee lad
I looked for you ...
My mother's smile,
My...

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Fizzy Christmas
By Danny Sroda

There is a story which has been untold
Which I cannot any more withhold
It's about a man who you all know
Who lives out...

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>Blood tests
22-12-16
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
& Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned

Have you ever had a blood test?
I have lots, you know.
Everybody wants them, why...

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Like the moving clouds my life runs,
Not knowing when to stop, saturate and shower,
Carrying the vapours of worry my heart weighs heavy,
Crossing the peak I...

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Driving through the broken, potholed streets
Lined with houses spanning decades
Each with a thousandfold more character
than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes

I appreciate...

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We are but clay,
Soon to crumble to dust, fade 'way-
After the Cold Hand's call
And the dead bells' knell

We are no more than memories-
In the mind...

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Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and...

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Written by: Rudyard Kipling

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 If you can keep your head when all about you 
 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;...

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The day is coming and it will come, 
when in retrospect, men shall mock them.
Those who today ride in honour, trampling as they go.
the upcoming...

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