Best Looks Can Be Deceiving Poems


For Momma

From a babe to a man, I needed your hand. Now I understand, it was part of God's 
ultimate plan. I was to be raised by another woman.  Don't get me wrong, Grandmomma was something! She gave me all the love a child could need. She was always there for me. Truly a blessing! No Mother, you don't owe me a thing. Not even an explanation. I can't sing, so I wrote this dedication, tTo show my appreciation.

 Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance; rRegardless of what you've done. As God is my witness, I'm still your son.

Yes I hold resentments, and that is hard to ignore. My hurt I can't hide. When 
you kicked me out. And out of your three children, why was I the one you let go? 
From afar you watched me grow. Did you worry about my well being? On the surface, looks can be deceiving. No, I was not well. I was actually a child living in hell. Easy for you to say "It's over, it's the past". I was forced to grow up too fast!

Momma, Momma you're still #1. No matter the distance. Regardless of what you've done. As God is my witness. I'm still your son.

I remember spending the night with you and that was such a treat, just to escape the hurt from being beat. Looking back it was a real tragedy. I felt you didn't love me. You were my Mother but you gave me up so easily. Grandmomma became my only family. The only person I could rely on. But now she's gone. Even now as a grown man, I feel so alone. If I could sing, this would be my song--

Momma, Momma you're my queen. For you I would do anything. I just want you to be proud of me. Whatever I've done, please accept my apology. I'm not perfect, never claimed to be. 

But I am strong. Especially dealing with this pain for so long. I just hope we can finally be a family when I come home.

Dedicated to my Momma "Phyllis Ann Lopez"


Note: Thank you Poetry Soup for allowing me to share another piece of my life.   From both 
pieces "For Grandmomma" to this piece "For Momma" you can picture my relationships with 
both women. My mother was far from perfect...But no one is perfect and I love her all the 
same!  Jimmy

Premium Member What Is Real

I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain 
The wind blowing but I couldn't 
prove it
The earth spinning but I could 
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no 
wings
The words alone could not 
speak 
The gauge could measure but 
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not 
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't 
lame, and a deck of cards can't 
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste 
the meat
And a drum can never hear a 
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on 
beating
Fall leafs can fall without 
leaving
But can you cry without your 
tears?
Can time go by and not make 
years?
Can you lose your mind and 
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel 
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring 
rain
But looks can be deceiving and 
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman 
crying in the rain, and the tree 
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really 
real?

Modern Day Achilles Heel

this boy - 
he is mythology
he is the pomegranate sitting in persephone's 
palm - 
(looks can be deceiving)

this boy - 
he is a mirror
can show medusa what heaven really is - 
how pain really feels 
but medusa never looks 

this boy in the sun - 
he is the smoking gun 
in the death of icarus; 
he is the crime scene in the middle of the ocean 

this boy - 
this boy is murder 
he is cain holding a blade to abel's throat, 
holding a mirror up to medusa, 
force-feeding a pomegranate to persephone

this boy cuts the snakes off medusa's head
and makes snake-skin boots;
plucks the melted feathers from icarus'
cold hands and makes a throw pillow

this boy is murder when he wants to be;
this boy is murder when he needs to be


Don'T Judge Book By Its Cover

Let me start by saying looks can be deceiving
By the person that’s receiving
And transmitting the image to the brain to create a perfect picture
Judging before you look
Failing to see pass the skin deep within
Where her beauty lies therein
You not willing to go on a journey and discover the unwritten
Memories left behind in a safe
And you’re the combination to her heart 
The flame before its start
The light before the dark 
Emotions wrapped in life
Calling it immortal love from above
Your heart now complete
But you face defeat
Because you judged before you look 
Deep in guilt for the wrong road you took 
And that moment made you realize 
That your decision was reversible
And karma says your next.

-Much Love-
Richard Corbett

I Hope For 2nd Chance

Walking down the sea shores 
Gazing at wondrous God’s creation
Amused by the noise made by waves
And enjoying the spit by rolling waves 

I blinked twice for conviction	
I couldn’t believe my eyes
The adage says “looks can be deceiving”
Can the angel be evil?

Your glittering chocolate skin
And dripping diamonds all over your body
Were too bright for my eyes to handle
Your beauty is beyond immaculate

For a moment I went blank and out of words
Silenced by your perfect African beauty
I thought such beauty exist only in fictions 
I wanted to complement but I tripped over my tongue

Like your favorite book index
I hope that my actions will guide you to the pages of my heart
That discusses what is in store for you
Only if we can meet again

All my life I’ve been rehearsing
Penning every word that describe you
Hopping I’ll overcome my stammer
I hope for a second chance with you

Oh How the Mighty Fall

Silver tounge devil
You master of arts
Making promises of forever
Than ripping out hearts

You're a snake in the grass
Laying ready to strike
Looks can be deceiving
You're as deadly as your bite

Eyes from the Heavens
Body of a God
My life was perfect
Until you came along

A force to be reconed with
Leaving chaos in your path
You're a tsunami of lies
In which everyone drowns

You're day has come
You've met your match
Today is the day
I'm taking my heart back


Shattered Heart

I was there not too long ago,
Everything seemed fine.
You looked like a happy, healthy family,
But I guess looks can be deceiving can’t they.
That very night,
You broke my brothers heart.
It’s shattered in pieces,
To never be put back together again.
It’s like humpty dumpty, 
and his wall.
He’s fallen off the cliff, 
and will never find his way up.

Not only have you taken his heart,
And ripped it in two.
But you’ve also taken away his little girls,
That’s just something you don’t do to someone.
I used to doubt it when people said you were messed,
But all doubts are gone now!
I stood up for you, 
When no one else would.
Saying you were great,
And that you were just going through something.
But now I see that it was all a waste of time.

Even when you were sleeping around with other guys,
He still loved you.
He never did anything to hurt you,
Never even saw another girl.
Even when you were with someone else.
He always figured that things would work out,
And they often did.
But this is something he will never forget.
He trusted you, 
And you  broke that bond.
He loved you,
He still does.
The shards of his heart,
Are aching because they can’t ever let you go.

I used to think you were cool,
I used to look up to you,
I used to love you,
But not anymore!
Now I realize that your just a dumb girl,
Who doesn’t deserve a man like him.
You don’t even deserve a man at all.
The girls, my innocent little nieces,
Don’t deserve a mother like you.
They deserve a mother who loves them,
Who cares about them.
A mother that won’t go and sleep with a guy,
After only two weeks of knowing him.
They deserve  a mother,
Not you!

Premium Member The False Messages In Your Dreams

I drift off to slumber only to receive a warning.
An alert to impending danger.
The one who is evil and,
Aims to turn your soul black.
Beware of the one with hair of fire and,
The voice of an angel.
Watch out for her piercing black eyes.
Yet, all will hear that her heart and soul are pure.
The message is clear,
Looks can be deceiving,
You must search within your,
Heart and look into her soul.
You will notice the kind smile and,
The black will disappear.
The devil invades our dreams,
Giving us false messages.
Those that are pure of heart,
Will never be seen as evil.
The eyes are the doorway into the soul.
This is what you must remember.

Premium Member The Flower Within

My flower lies within, a sight that few have seen.
Protected and hidden by sharp thorns and leaves of green.
An innocence ripped away at a very early age.
My flower's locked away in a cold and lonely cage.

Pain and loneliness now partnered with a lost child’s soul.
A broken heart now pleading to once again be whole.
Looks can be deceiving a flower hidden forever be.
Most will see just thorns never looking in to truly see.

It dwells within the darkness overlooked and locked away.
Living without light, in my dreams it does gently sway.
Maybe the day will come when my hidden cage is found.
I hope true love’s key will set me free from the pain that surrounds.

This land has many flowers some of their beauty is hard to see.
Many eyes and many beholders, from sea to shining sea.
Beauty is seen by all, but noticed by just a few.
Stop and smell the roses, may their beauty see you through.

*The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest*
7-7-20

Ponts of View

Looking at the view from the window
Watching all the cars pass on buy
The street lamps give a distant glow
Now brienghting the darkened sky

Looking at the view from the outside
A whole completely different perspective
Especially when looking from the inside
Some things seem like their reflected

Looking at a view that's way out of focus
One asks what it is that I'm now seeing
Making up your own style of burnoculs
Though I'm told looks can be deceiving

And now I'm looking at a view from a far
from way up above, from a great height
I wonder to my self is it a shooting star
Though it dose seem quit out of sight

Now looking at a view from way over there
I suppose from that of an artists point of view
Like all around a blank canvas, stripped bare
Trying though to separate the old from new

A view from a completely different angle
Now that changes the whole dynamics
Different shapes, is it a square or triangle
I don't know so much about the physics



Iideas from others I wrote like sights and sounds
Idea came from seasons and ghost town poems I wrote 
probably makes no sense but like I said in my dys of colour poem
the way my thoughts are made WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT FEB MARCH 2013

wishing round in my head while think of other things at time maybe reedit in future
im still working on something else called rems

Escaping Illusions

Escaping Illusions


A person can only take so much
Guess you ran out of luck, huh?
What’s next?  What did he do?  What didn’t he do?
You can’t have your cake and eat it too.

How can she treat you like a king?
If you can’t understand what she speaks
He never says what he means
Don’t you get it?  She’s not your queen 
 
Anyone can solicit some explicit lines
But actions speak louder than words
Keep this mind for the next time
He’s trying to find his true love
Make her your one and only
Cause ignorance hides behind falsifications
So lonely

Love and attention…
Was it too much to ask for?
She gave you a hundred and fifty percent 
Nothing less, but nothing more
And to think that your expression was heaven-sent
Well, looks can be deceiving when you exaggerate to escape 
And procrastinate on the moves she wanted to make 

So what’s to blame?
It couldn’t be fame
We all know this game
It’ll never change 
So all of his excuses are long term and lame

This expedition has expired 
Send this message as “URGENT”
She’s ready to ride out without him
Cause he’s no longer worth it…
So pack up her bags and leave everything else behind
Cause you’ve coasted in neutral for the very last time

Out of sight and out of mind
Until the next time we see eye to eye
Closure from the unpredictable 
These are her good-byes

By: Aleasha A. Martin

"poetry and Adultry" (Adult Nature)

I used to watch sunsets in your eyes. But something changed, I began to catch you in 
lies.  Don't act like it's strange, and seem surprised.  Your tears can't heal my pain.  So stop 
the theatrics and tell me his name!  It's a shame, that a grown successful woman succombs 
to playing games.
       You think you can destroy me emotionally by your infidelity?  What goes around comes 
around. You just inherited a new enemy!  It's hard to imagine I was sharing my lady with 
another man.  How could this happen?  But life goes on and my heart is strong like Conan!
       Love is something I've tried believing, and looks can be deceiving.  See, I thought I 
settled with you in a comfortable place, but I discovered a devil behind a beautiful face!  I 
suffered from your deadly embrace, and your lies have left a bitter taste.  Once upon a time 
I would have sworn you were magnificent!  It just blows my mind, that inside you're just 
counterfit.
       You must be sick in the head, and completely out of your mind.  To return from his bed 
with palm prints on your behind!  I am appalled you don't even try and hide it.  The situation 
must make you sexually excitied!  Do you get pleasure from hurting those in your life?  I'm 
willing to materialistically sacrifice, to close the curtain on you as my wife!  
       People ask are you a man or a mouse?  Okay - I'll take the TV and you can have the 
house.  So no more fussin, cussin on who gets what.  You can have it all and stick it up your 
butt!  I will find someone else, that's not an issue; and hell no I won't miss you!  I'm out the 
door with these nikes on my feet.  Call me an athlete, because you're left in the dust!  I hope 
without me it's misery for you to adjust!
       Congratulations, for a short time you caused me pain and misery.  And all those people 
who told you to S#$t on me, no doubt you'll need them when I get out, so you can wipe your 
a$$!  You nasty Jezebel with no class!

My Dearest You

My dearest you 
I know I brought you nothing but pain and sorrow
Sleepless nights accompanied by a wet pillow 
How you smiled and yet with tears in your eyes
When I screamed you the one for me 
You gave me your heart and I took it 
With no intentions of returning it 
You gave me your body 
I enjoyed every minute of it 
My smile made you blush
My words made you melt 
My eye convinced you it was all true 
Yes I played you for a fool and that is true 
I know I brought you nothing but pain and sorrow 
Sleepless nights accompanied by a wet pillow 
My intentions were never pure 
Like a well written script 
It was all for show
I left you with nothing but sad memories and hole in your chest 
For I have your heart in my treasure chest 
All that is left is your soul
My intentions were never pure 
My intentions were never good 
You fell for a well written script 
Only meant for show
My dearest you 
Actions speak louder than words
Looks can be deceiving
Never forget these words

~Mash Rams

Broken Promises a Better Days Love

Yesterday I found a tear stained love letter                                                                       All the promises how it all would be better
My eyes are very clear and dry now 
Troubles of then are troubles of now 
Seemed so long ago those days surreal
So I found a letter of tear stained love unsealed                                                              Far back in the recesses of my broken heart 
Away from the lock and key emotions restart

Now tears flowing growing from a fruitful life
It was not meant that you were to be my wife
Looks can be deceiving giving the benefit of the doubt
As to set it free if it returns it's yours it never was it turns out
Though as cliche as the love crying in the rain
They're with me even today just memories unlike you
Here to stay is another keeping promises away from the blue 
To see the tears of joy streaming down my face 
Stay awhile witness the arms of a loving embrace 

Oh I found a tear stained love letter 
I think it is from you trying to make things better
Believe me it was kept all this time with care 
In the locket of my heart to one day share
Yesterday I found a letter of tear stained love
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Returning to the Flock

The grass seems greener on the other side, so we sometimes forget that the Lord will provide. We step away from the safety we receive so we step into danger and then we start to grieve. The wolf hides among us and we naively don't see the snare, until we're caught up in the unknown trap, with no help anywhere. We're blessed to have a Shepard to leave the flock behind and go searching for the lost ones to rejoin the ninety-nine. Sometimes each of us stumbles and sometimes each of us strays, but our Shepard is a faithful one and seeks us out always. The grass seems oh so pleasant when we are not satisfied, when we're carried away by stubbornness and blinded by our pride. But the grass is never as good as we think, for it is all the same, and looks can be deceiving, it's part of life's cruel game. So let's stick close to our Shepard, contented and not stressed. We'll lie down in peace and comfort and in safety we will rest.

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