Best Masquerade Poems

I went to my closet 
To pick out a mask
Many to choose from
Am I up for the task?

The image of sensitivity
Or do I want to...

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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign...

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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in...

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When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight,
he sits in the midst of childhood confusion,
bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight,
crafting a castle from artistic vision
where...

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His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.

Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring,...

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Winter’s Fantasies

Winter walks the mountain hills at nightfall
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first flakes of snow, 
An alpine carnival that rowdy clouds threatened to toss upon their...

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Winter Fantasy

I love to walk through twilight
In mountain hills
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first
Flakes of snow in a winter carnival
That rowdy gathering clouds
Threatened to toss upon their...

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I'm so tired, I just want to sleep.

It's the same bull**** everyday.
Now that God can't save me,
I feel like making a deal with the devil.
He...

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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film, ...

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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to...

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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
No grass...

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I hear the October winds whispering and I think it knows,
as the witching hour arrives and a harvest moon glows,
only once a year, do we...

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