Best Mirage Poems
I laugh but I want to cry
My heart is in so much pain
Like I'm about to just die
I'm not ready to say bye
I need shelter from the rain
I laugh but I want to cry
Please God tell me why
Hurt runs through my veins
Like I'm about to just die
I wish I had you nigh
I'm about to go insane
I laugh but I want to cry
You were a amazing guy
Why did you have to get slain
I laugh but I want to cry
Like I'm about to just die
Alexis Y.
08-15-16
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
All one will ever need is you everlasting loyalty
where a thousand teardrops are sourced
glistening gems from the fountain they shall fall
with the grace adorned beauty held within
That of a single tune striking cords deeply
Kissed by the oceans is the salt contained
In wild seas it's there phantoms of the past nightshades
driven by ghosts is the tides turning current
Crashing waves hurled by the breath exhaled
tempest of the storm you carry away footprints
where all that remains is the shell of your being
bleached through the sands of time
MIRAGE
My heart,
Believing in the reality of your love,
Followed you into passions’ burning
Desert,
In search of the promised oasis of our
Dreams
Where happiness, you said, so easily could
Blossom
BUT
A mirage your love turned out to be
Thus
Under the sizzling sun of disillusion was
I left,
Sacred oaths taking,
Not to listen anymore
To heart’s fraudulent
Whispers!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 MAY 2013
Sailors Rusty and Oz cruise back from the steely shores of the Bahamas, underway and navigating to Key West. Tired from the ship’s routine, duties, and three long months away. There is a full moon, and the stars shine like diamonds in the black sky.
Underneath a full silver moon
there on an open sea
Her golden locks flowing down,
drapes her back endlessly.
Flawless, in perfect harmony
with the water.
Propelling herself up from under
darkened hues of emerald green.
Plunging down, one with the ocean.
Her mermaid tail glistening colors
of violet and crimson.
She swims towards the ship,
the ship’s port holes lit brightly
shine through, she catches sight of me.
We lock eyes, her cobalt blue eyes
I would get closer to see.
Whether a dream or imagination,
a raft I’ll take, make my way to her.
Knowing not if she’ll flee,
I s l o w l y lean over.
We kiss.
Mermaid shmermade, Oz you’re drunk.
Mythical half-female, half-fish creatures
They only exist in seafaring lore.
Like you,
I too saw a mermaid,
she wasn’t made up.
A real sea cow as a matter of fact.
Cared nothing of vanity,
nothing like they are made out to be.
Manatees are slow-moving aquatic mammals,
with human-like eyes,
bulbous faces and paddle-like tails
Pay attention to detail,
and not to Circe,
you see my friend,
you kissed a manatee!
Hues I desired, soon abandoned my sky
As flashing thunder ignited fiery clouds
Dissipating orange glow evening sought
Turning wild winds into advancing storm
Having promised you a galaxy of stars
I stepped boldly to go where they are
But there was no moon to guide my path
As I waddled in floods pitch-blank dark
Birds had detoured to shelter and hide
Seeing ocean's ride in enormous tides
Scattering on earth a despicable plight
As upon a hill I saw a glimmer of light
Courage I found in wondrous thoughts
Knowing this was to be my only chance
Bracing the storm to go where you are
Waiting inside the tall red lighthouse
But when I made it there you were gone
Alas, I was tricked by a heartless mirage
June 11, 2018
Love all hate none
is a common saying
I too fell prey to it
And Fell in love ....
My love worked well
As long as there was sunshine
It vanished as the night approached
my shadow was no more with me
Love was gone
At least for a day
Can love be so intermittent?
How could love change faces so soon?
Is it really love
Or just a mirage?
The black-as-widow’s-weeds night of endless stars
was so cold...
cruel as temperature
plunged its frigid fingers feeling through my being
fondling my heart and soul without mercy
molesting me - taunting my will to live
and just when I thought
the ice water in my shivering veins would kill me
there she was
she came shyly at first
demurely spreading
her pinkening skirts over the horizon
while her blushing complexion
deftly gelded the darkness
I prayed-I pleaded-I made deals
(with who? you don’t want to know..)
that her warming smile would be my saving grace…
It began to slowly dawn on me
as she flexed her sinewy heat waves
flaunting her solar power
that I was caught
between false hope and no deliverance
for the desert sunrise-to-sunset
now faced-off and challenged me
with barren bone-dry intensity
sucking dry the new dew
and any life
containing moisture
weathered granular remains
of ancient feldspar and quartz
with eons of sifting and shifting boredom
took on a hell-raising life of their own
as the fire-breathing celestial sorceress casted spells
of smoke and mirror mirages
and magically made ridges of rippling blond sands
glisten like scales of a million skimming sidewinders
writhing in joy at my agony—
it’s amazing
how cold I feel when I have been so burned
again I face a desolate night
— deserted —
without a blanket
Susan Ashley
April 29, 2018
Widow’s Weeds: For women of 19th century England, a custom of mourning that involved wearing heavy, concealing, black clothing and the use of heavy veils of black crepe. The entire ensemble was colloquially known as ‘widow’s weeds’.
Mourning - Wikipedia
This barren desert hot and dry
as noonday sun is beating down;
I’ve walked for miles, no one in sight,
and over head the buzzards fly
awaiting death to end my plight.
My throat is dry, my skin parched brown
while on my face I wear death’s frown.
I long for water wet and cool
to quench the thirst of this old fool
who took off on this trek alone
to cross this desert on his own.
But wait...what yonder do I see
off in the distance, lush with tree;
perhaps some water could it be?
And shade to cool me from the sun?
It can’t be far until l’m done;
I guess it not but just a mile
before I reach this desert isle.
But wait...what grief as I approach
it seems oasis growing dim;
the visions on my dreams encroach
and disappear with reaper’s hymn.
My gait is lessened to a crawl
through desert sand on hands and knee
that burns my flesh as I advance.
With weakness, on my face I fall
and wonder why I took the chance.
But still in yonder sand I see
the lush oasis luring me,
yet in my mind I know not real,
this damned mirage my dreams to steal.
My life is flashing ‘fore my eyes;
the end is nearer I surmise.
I think of her, the moments shared
and her vile voice that said she cared;
I thought our hearts forever paired,
but like this vision in the sand…
‘twas mere mirage on barren land.
The noonday sun I cannot bear
as grains of sand mix in my hair,
and now I know that doom awaits;
the buzzards lurk as death bells chime;
my weary soul left to the fates
as reaper’s hymn tells me it’s time.
January 4, 2020
vast arid desert
cold solitary existence
plush silky sand dunes
As my iris heart
sleeps on an orchid pillow ~
fading memories
alive like alzheimer's blooms
swirl in magnolia zephyrs...
I'm a myth, reborn as rust, in life's twilight rendezvous,
laced with truth's tulip Luna and lies' lavender crescent ~ alike
like laser light, serenading in cranberry croons of time.
Eden's mirage fades,
silky rings of illusion ~
hue a milky light
This poem has been crafted with the poetic forms Tanka, Sijo and Haiku.
In the midst of a barren land,
Where the scorching sun never fades,
I wander alone with nothing in hand,
Only my dreams that my mind creates.
My eyes search for a vision to cling,
A glimpse of hope, a chance to survive,
But all I see is a cruel mirage,
A false oasis that I can't derive.
The heat of the sand blurs my vision,
My tears mix with the salty sweat,
The pain of thirst, the fear of extinction,
Haunts me like a lifelong debt.
The mirage taunts me with its beauty,
A paradise that I can't reach,
It teases me with its endless duty,
A lie that my heart can't breach.
The wind whispers of a distant life,
A promise of a greener land,
But I know it's just another strife,
Another mirage that I can't withstand.
The hope in my heart slowly fades,
As the mirage disappears into the air,
I fall to my knees and pray for aid,
For a miracle that will show me care.
The tears in my eyes blur my sight,
As I embrace my fate with open arms,
But suddenly, a drop of water ignites,
A spark of hope that the world disarms.
A river flows, a miracle unveiled,
A vision that was once a mirage,
A dream that my heart had hailed,
A promise of a life without sabotage.
The storm in my heart calms down,
As I embrace the reality that I see,
The mirage of hope is no longer a frown,
But a memory that will forever be..
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It's all make believe, isn't it?,
Marylin Monroe
Foundation smeared grid of Facebook likes
saccharine coated lies, pretending the truth.
Advertised love, behind every pretty picture
makes them believe, the wizard and his spell
Blurry eyes enticed, in aureole golden water
an allure of distance, shimmering a mirage.
Tears smear down...perhaps only pain is real
19th June 2020
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Contest Name It's Only Make Believe
a mirage of love
in a desert of loneliness
a glimpse of hope
far in the distance
a string upon a labryth floor
the key to open
a long locked door
the solutions to problems
that cause much dismay
the answer to prayers
prayed that very day
the cure for a sickness
that ail a child
despite patience
there was quickness of time
the clouds that bring rain
to the dry
the sun that brings the light
after the darkest of nights
such are those who spill
love into our lives
those temporary aquaintences
with which we share delight
the company of a
pleasant stranger
or the reunion
of old, old friends
accompanied by the
welcome thoughts of
what could have been
the highlights of a journey
too soon, come to an end
fare well Charmaine
fare well my new found friend
hope has left and ending
where love was suppose
to begin
they were only mirages of love
in a desert that has no end
In the folds of night, as a wave, you came
Charioted in a filmy dream
All night you were with me
In love’s uncharted land, we roamed
You sang to me sweet rhymes of love
Echoing the lore of romantic lovers
Your voice choked and moist with passion
Overwhelming me with an ecstasy so rare
You fondled me with infinite tenderness
Opening in me all inlets of pleasure
Our hearts with divine furore filled
And we knew love’s sweet benediction
In the seclusion of that silvery night
Looking into the corners of your love lit eyes
I saw an ocean of rising and receding tides
And took a dip in the whirlpool of love
All night I inhaled your scent
Knew the warmth of your breath
Siphoned the sweetness of your lips
Alas! With dawn, you faded away like dew