Best Marionette Poems

"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress"
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

The hourglass, 
a skeletal jester 
mocks in the tomb's chill
Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, 
"Soon you'll cease to be."
The mirror's cold reflection, 
a Gorgon's ghastly guise
A marionette of flesh with vacant... 
hollow...
colorless eyes.

The worms, like...

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~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on

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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my...

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A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a 
Juxtaposition of good and evil, 
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while 
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing 
Floating embers, in wake of...

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There’s three puppets here,
You and him are on the stage;
I am in the box.
·
I am in the box,
Tangled up in my own strings:
Waiting for my turn.
·
Waiting for my turn,
I know, I won’t have that chance:
Darn this puppeteer!
·
Darn this puppeteer,
Pulling your strings far from me:
While you...

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Your crooked smile
A marionette with broken strings
So only one corner is pulled up

Save me from your eyes
Ruts in the road
Where all the good things pool that nobody sees

I’m drowning in the water
That’s only up to my ankles
I thought I was having fun on a rainy...

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Feeding on nothing but misfortune, scoffing at others,
It pretended to be nothing more than a tragedy.
Foolish story.
Exposing such an ugly and warped heart.

The relation that is hidden by my real mind,
And suspicion was born from this relation.
The overwhelming suspicion will change me to the 
Ugly...

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The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker

The confessional was 
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative 

The ventriloquist's voice opened 
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful...

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Wooden arms, 
vanilla legs 
dance on
Prague’s cobblestones,

painted eyes 
haunt 
the musical sway.


Written by Lee Ramage
September 23, 2012
For Nette Onclaud’s contest
Septolet the Puppet...

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Strings severed
No more dancing
Can't dance
Useless
Lifeless
With two left feet


Date written and posted: 04/09/2016...

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Incantations of A Dancing Marionette, Dancing Nighttime directional Vapors of Death 

invisible, nefarious fumes that make the dead
terminations that rises, to awaken one's head
up and vomit!  plead and shout! 
but your voice needs air to breath    
now Deceased, a (the) criminally...

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She sits in silence upon the bed,
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair,
float gently through the winter's evening air.

Slowly, his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will--
spiraling,...

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Marionette moves
manipulator hovers
someone pulling strings...
strands of literate design
the audience is transfixed...

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imagined by others,
s/he is approached as the
perfect candidate,
s/he is that last 
perfect
puzzle
piece,
which will make the whole
monstrosity,
complete &
not a shred of talent matters,
not a shred of ambition is
needed,
not a shred of ideals, not a
shred of intelligence, not a
shred of anything but the 
will to obey for...

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I am but a marionette,
my cross is in your hands
move my strings slightly to watch
me waltz to your commands.
I am but a mannequin,
I hide behind plastic smiles
watch me close but never see
I act fine in my trials.
I am but hollow glass,
you will never again see...

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He spoke on her behalf, 
     as she was not allowed
For if he let her speak, 
     he feared truth might come out

A dutiful partner,
     she cooked, cleaned and laundered
Lying in bed at...

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