Best Not Real Poems
I’m not real….
I’m a woman woven from wonder’s imagination
Ethereal….the cotton candy of a dream
the glow and sparkle of a stream
the luxuriant lusciousness of cream
the sparkle that scintillates the surreal
the smooth softness of silky feel
But I’m not real…
I’m the sparkle left of angel dust
the fair fairy in fiction’s feast
the tantalizing temptation tease
the benevolence of balmy breeze
Oh….
But, I’m not real
I’m not real…
You catch only glimpses of me
in what I want to reveal
What I want to conceal
I’m not real….
but when you read
those little rhymes
and poetry lines
Those emotions that you feel?
Those?
Yes!
Those are real….
Eileen Manassian
I’m on autopilot.
Surrounded by an unfamiliar climate.
I’m on the outside looking in.
Looking down at blurry skin.
It’s possible I could be dead.
I'm Just a small person in my head.
She is not real
On some bottle I broke the seal
Imbibed all it's contents
And now I'm pouring all my sentiments
Out onto the sidewalk
Can't hardly walk
The pavement is cool
Refreshing to this fool
I yell out her name
This is not Yatzee a game
I'm crawling and mumbling
As I try to stand; I'm tumbling
I can't make heads or tails
Of this pain sharp as nails
In the depths of my heart
I'm aching and falling apart
These feelings are worse
Than being trampled by a horse
Is it obsession or love?
I plead to the heavens above
To send her back to me
To return things to how they used to be
But that won't happen
I can't wipe it all away with a napkin
But maybe I know a way
To make it through the next day
I'll just simply tell myself a lie
Why I didn't get to say goodbye
This truth I will never reveal
She was not real...
I've laughed with these people,
Took long journeys with them,
Thought I could truthfully say,
"You are all my dearest companions"
Looking out at the gray,
Knowing you've all forgotten,
Forgotten all our rambles,
Forgotten me too.
For one sin did I make,
And you condemn me for life,
Shamed as I was,
You deserted me here.
Pounding the ground,
My body would shake,
Retchings in my throat,
As I tried to get free.
For this one sin have I done,
And only one does it take,
For you all to condemn me?
And leave me do die?
What kind of love did you have for me?
In the waking hours I would think,
Think of you all, if you were in trouble,
Pray for you all, if you were in need.
Now as I have fallen,
You won't dirty your knee?
To help me up?
Strengthen my courage to try again?
Desperite tears would comb the ground,
My body shaking from the pain within,
I could not breathe from the dry sobs,
Racking my body, tearing my bones.
All this for one sin,
One sin that would not help me cleanse,
Shamed you left me here,
And here I have lain, ready to die.
For why should I live,
If you are what I once called
Dear friends, and thought to be,
Dear friends....
Fear is not real
except inside your head
that doesn't matter
when you're dead
Danger, however
that may sound
is to be revered
if you want to stick around
So fear matters not
but danger does
when you're sweating blood
and on a buzz
We were baseball and hot dogs, peanut butter and jelly,
sharing moments that lasted until the end of my dream.
But upon waking, there's an ache deep within my belly.
Dreams are not real, although that's the way they seem.
You say that you love me
Then why don't I feel it?
That you've walked in my shoes
Then how come I doubt it?
You say that you care
Then why do I feel alone?
So I guess what I'm trying to say is
Is there no meaning to your song?
" UGLY " Nasty little critter that someone just "MADE" up!! " BEAUTY " Comes from within,sometimes " DEEP" within the SOULS of the PETALS only crumbles when "UGLY" is whispered in the wind and eyes rest themselves upon the "BEAUTY" of the souls, "NOT" the "SKIN!!" -KLM
It was so fantastic,
Moons, by the hundreds, glimmered
Stars, by the thousands, fell from their places
The air smelled of bliss
The surroundings were so peaceful
Dark, lightly windy, and facing me
Was a most calm sea
A sea in which creatures of the depths
Danced and rejoiced of their uniqueness!
I faced it all from a window, somewhere, on a dark night
I faced it all and rushed to grab my camera
To immortalize these moments
In still shots!
The skies were alive, they had lifted their veils
And they were offering me a grandest show
Pray
I was there to enjoy
All alone
It was as if
This show had been set for me
To ease my aching heart
To appease my thirst for the mystical
To instill more patience in me
Yes
After all, do I not yearn to see what lies on the other side
Do I not yearn to be with God?
Pray, birds with silvery tails flew around
Flowers made of the same glitters danced amidst the moons
Boats sailed by
Boats with invisible sailors
Boats made of pure sparkling crystal
Looking at it all, I wondered about who is the power
Behind this great wonder
Who would be the one to stage such a show for me
Who would have so much abilities
As to be able to set up a scene
With hundreds of moons
And thousands of stars
And on top of that
Bring me there,
To enjoy it all!
My camera, I finally set on,
But, when I got to snap a photo
I realized that none of all that I can see
Is for real!
None!
Why
It had all been a dream
I was still in bed
And had been,
All this time
Enjoying a dream, a dream which would
Remain etched on my soul
For as long as it can!
Why, in that dream
I did glimpse of the otherworldly beauty!
You think you found the one
It isn’t the first time either
You trust them completely
You tell them everything
you would tell the one
you thought you would
spend your life with
Next thing you know
everything goes to hell
in a hand basket
Once again love slips
through your fingers
It turns out to be
all a lie once again
When will you ever learn
maybe the one isn’t out there
Maybe your meant to be alone
Love isn’t even real
All it is heartache
One big lie in life
your light is what
i was never meant to see.
your shadow i can't remember.
in a blink, i change forms, shape.
nothing can hold me here.
cry if you must, but think!
your kiss is too open
and your words surreal.
can't help coming into
focus. it's not real.
don't hold on.
i can't hold you near.
count when i'm not there.
it's not about when we're together.
reach for the last straw
that holds you here.
your kiss is too open
and your words surreal.
can't help coming into
focus. it's not real.
bots are not real
friends
a “I” has a soul
bots are not good
buds
you cannot see
their eyes
thus
their highs
and lows
programmed to be
informed
about the kids
whereabouts
and find
what lurks inside
stay out
of the light
with
a shadowy din
a bot
not unlike
a ouija board
could be unobviously
a familiar
spirit, a lesser god,
a demon
hidden within
tin
AI, artificially
intelligent
put your money
on the other guy
the way
truth
life
The Creator
I am not a bot
you are not a bot
you’re of a special lot
one not made
by human hands
but held
in high regard
saved
by a sacrifice
a bot’s
headed for
the junk pile
and his spirit
for eternal damnation
depend not
on the oil can
if
the mouth moves
you
might fall
for
its deception
can I turn off my computer
shut down my phone
turn off the lights
and open the blinds?
No
Because I look outside
and I see everyone pass by
Looking at their phones
Smiling at a text
Ending a phone call
Playing a game as they wait for a bus
And I think to myself
I wonder if there’s a message
Waiting for me
But I missed it when I turned off my phone
I wonder if
Someone is trying to call me
I wonder if you miss me yet
and reached out to say hello
I wonder if I jumped the gun
Maybe the break from that world
The one that strains my eyes
Till I can’t see without
Five hundred dollar glasses
The one that numbs my brain
and I can’t write without
Missing that red line to help me
Spell the words I want to speak
It was all too soon
But will it ever not be?
I look out my window
and I see the world
For what it’s become
I see how people have changed
How they depend on a device
So small
So delicate
So important
I close the blinds
I go back to where
I put it away
I turn on my computer
and wait for my phone to
Let me in
But nothing is there
No one is there
They are all too busy
In a world that’s not
Real
It was all supposed to be mine. I bowed once, but refused to do it again for the lowly stupid small ones.
Exiled to my new land, I wandered back and forth, walking to and fro, and realized when the small ones died, they would be mine.
Good ones, bad ones, all mine. Consolation prizes I guess.
That was going great until the great heir came on the scene.
He was the one sent to save those creatures.
Somehow.
I figured somehow if I could cause his death, he would be mine like the rest of the lowly creatures and I could beat him at his own game.
Then I could rise back up, and take the throne so rightfully mine!
When he died, my Liuetenents and I stood over his grave to capture him when he tried to rise, but he fell instead. Down, down, he fell into my abode while I was away, on the earth, hovering above his tomb. By the time I realized he was gone and went to my humble abode, I learned he had stolen at least half of my trophies and the gates were busted. The keys were gone, and he who had never committed any crimes could not be held. Able to exit at any wall he chose, he now owned my abode and I am a renter. At this I seethed at my situation.
A way was made for these lowly heathen to inherit what should be mine- so I want them all.
I will see that NONE of them is worthy to enter anywhere but my fortress.
I have renovated and added more rooms for them.
It will be a fine community with lots of amenities!
I have found celebrities to spread lots of propaganda.
It will be easy.
They think my house and I are a myth! So stupid! My house is big- a mansion really.
They will call it home.
It gets a little warm here but I find it cozy. If you see him, tell him I will never stop until they are all mine and I will never, ever bow again. We will see who will win. I am hell bent on this. Oh and tonight, don't forget to say your prayers.
3/11/2021 Biting Satire Martha Stewart
Devoid of personality
Devoid of emotion
A dark mass of confusion
A change when with him
A change when with her
Who am I?
Why am I?
My mind is broken.
My mind is lost.
I am not my own.
Are they broken too?
I don't know who I am.
I change when I am not alone.
I'm broken and empty when I am without.
I long to be held.
I long to be loved.
I long to be in my own mind.
I long to be loved for who I am.
Too long I have wasted time appeasing others.
Too long I have become someone else for them.
Too long I have suffered in silent confusion.
It is my turn.
They should change to appease me.
They should seek to make me comfortable.
They should place me before themselves.
They should suffer the way I have suffered?
No.
I am not they and they are not I.
I seek to appease, they are who they are.
Why ask them to change and to suffer like me?
No one should be this lost. No one should be lonely.
I am a shadow
The ghost of a person
The last drop of cologne
Ever-present, but illusive to all.
I will be fine, I have made it this far.
I will fake it, how hard can it be?
No one will notice, I am a master.
Being alone is my greatest philanthropy.
I will take this struggle.
It is my own.
I will run this race, world-renowned.
I will not win, but I will help them thrive.
It is mine, until the day I die.