Best Phoniness Poems
I’ve been curious
You don’t be sayin’ much
But I think I’m falling
Hey,
There’s depth within your morals
It’s somethin’ about the way you hold yourself
We resonate on a different level
Take the risk
You can be yourself around me
No phoniness
Don’t you miss having somebody to trust?
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
But I’m in no way putting pressure to rush
The way you’re replying, it feels like you’re my one
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
It’s like a tingle,
Or a shiver
Got these feelings for you
I do
It hurts me to see you hold back
I moved mountains just so we could have a clean slate
Take the risk baby
You can be yourself around me
None of that fake fake
None of that
Don’t you miss having somebody to trust?
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
But I’m in no way putting pressure to rush
The way you’re replying, it feels like you’re my one
Cause I do, I do, I do, I do
It’s like a tingle,
Or a shiver
Got these feelings for you
I do
Categories:
phoniness, blessing, emotions, first love,
Form:
Free verse
To be blessed
May the Lord Almighty set me free
To peacefully pace in His island’s lee
When the vice storms in a lusty surge
And Eden earth is thrashed with its scourge
When ethics to the right, to the left, adrift
And loosely swings in the tiring rift
When trains of thoughts on logic cease
And apothegms of love are trampled apiece
When war and war and war and no peace
And themes of strife are the best release
When peacemakers procrastinate
And terms of truce wholly terminate
When vacant words are in phoniness drenched
And policy pageants of the world are clenched
When nations forswear ingenuous deeds
And on travesties their heartache feeds
When hearts are sullied by Lies and Sins
And eyes deny afflicted beings
When stingy hands, know none to lend
And on vagrant feet sufferings descend
When man misdoubts “where is the Lord”?
And “when will He drum his heavenly chord”?
I pray to the Lord to set me free
For a blessed soul, I wish to be
Categories:
phoniness, devotion, spiritual, world,
Form:
Rhyme
...Only children still believe in friends, and only stupid children at that...
We come off the same tree like berries
Who would've thought we would grow to become adversaries
Out friendship didn't last
Maybe because we grew too fast
I guess the past is the past
Not in your eyes though
You still hate me after 3 1/2 half years
I could careless
I've yet to shed tears
See the problem with you is you never feel you are wrong
That's why my respect for you is gone
Starting lifting weights, traded glasses for contacts
One by one you stab your friends in the backs
Except for me, you went for my neck
Ready for war over a girl, what the heck
You took my soon-to-be girl
I took yours
You tried to put on the locks so I kicked down the doors
Worst part is you look at me with a straight face and swear we still cool
Smiling faces tell lies and I'm no fool
Everybody say you're jealous and you just want to be me
You turn your head when I come around like you don't see me
Seems to me your hate for me is a snowstorm that will never end
It's cool with me, we can never be friends
I guess envy is a trait you wear like the hottest trend
Friendship is too valuable, your supposed to give, not lend
Label me a punk all the time, but call me to assist you in battle
You ride phoniness like a horse, here have a saddle
You drink jealousy juice, I'll pour you some with a ladle
That was real slick, to have my girl kissing you
If I was to let anger control me, your family would be "missing" you
But she's with me so if you want her come take her back
You're a sucker for love
Stupid
Ask Cupid that
You 20 years old dating an eight grader
Disgrace to all alpha males
You testosterone degrader
No morals or principality
Courage annihilator
You are who you associate with
You make me sick
I need to be more careful of friends I pick
Even when we die your cold feelings toward me won't end
It's cool with me because we will never be friends...
It's a shame these days that a friendship can't keep its life. I just thought since we grew up together we
can make a childhood last to adulthood. I guess you hated living in my shadow, I don't really know or care to
be honest. You have fun dating eight graders,and getting your home raided on local news and I'll just go back
to making an honest living...Sucka
Categories:
phoniness, friendshipme, children, friendship, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
DID YOU SAY RESURRECTION OR ********?
Pardon me Mister Sinister Minister
But you are not so much teaching as you are screeching and reaching
While preaching to the choir about brimstone and fire
As I deem you a damnable liar
And a prodigal prostitute who should be destitute
While I remain resolute against your irreverent and irrelevant irregularities
And you raise my ire to a dire decibel
Because I am not a disciple
Nor am I a member of your congregation
Because you are an abhorrent aberration whom I abhor
You unholy whore
Your soul on the whole is the goal of a ghoul
And I anoint you a fallacy and a freakish fool
While you duel with a demon whose semen is sanctimonious and erroneous
And I point to the error of your wretched ways
Until the end of days
You serve an ironic idol who is an iconoclastic and bombastic bastard I berate with hate who makes me irate…..
And whose fate is forecast by the force of a phallic symbol symbolized by the simple minded followers of a fraud
Who, quite frankly, leaves me abominably bored
An impossible imposter who fosters the phoniness of a fake who can’t make a pretender into the defender of the defenseless
Only the senseless hordes of impious who hear and believe the pretense you preach about
And fill me with undiluted and indubitable doubt
Because someone should wash your mouth out with soap
Hang you on the end of a rope
As you grope with grievance for the allegiance of the almighty
Since your facts are based on flightiness and reprehensible rhetoric scorned by the sensible and seen for the tripe it is
Ripe and rife with ridiculous conclusions
And the illusions of illusive, insidious, insipid and all inconclusive information
As I repeat
I am not a member of your congregation
Mr. Sinister Minister of misery and miserly compassion
Whose ration of ridiculousness is reclusive and replete with completely indecisive and indelicate ideologies
And what you preach and teach about is simply old hat
And so Mister Sinister Minister
Take that!
© 2012….copyright..PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
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Categories:
phoniness, angst, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
it's really not bad at all, it seems false advertising is the only way i get any numbers despite the fact that i write the truth so well:
DID YOU SAY RESURRECTION OR ********?
Pardon me Mister Sinister Minister
But you are not so much teaching as you are screeching and reaching
While preaching to the choir about brimstone and fire
As I deem you a damnable liar
And a prodigal prostitute who should be destitute
While I remain resolute against your irreverent and irrelevant irregularities
And you raise my ire to a dire decibel
Because I am not a disciple
Nor am I a member of your congregation
Because you are an abhorrent aberration whom I abhor
You unholy whore
Your soul on the whole is the goal of a ghoul
And I anoint you a fallacy and a freakish fool
While you duel with a demon whose semen is sanctimonious and erroneous
And I point to the error of your wretched ways
Until the end of days
You serve an ironic idol who is an iconoclastic and bombastic bastard I berate with hate who makes me irate…..
And whose fate is forecast by the force of a phallic symbol symbolized by the simple minded followers of a fraud
Who, quite frankly, leaves me abominably bored
An impossible imposter who fosters the phoniness of a fake who can’t make a pretender into the defender of the defenseless
Only the senseless hordes of impious who hear and believe the pretense you preach about
And fill me with undiluted and indubitable doubt
Because someone should wash your mouth out with soap
Hang you on the end of a rope
As you grope with grievance for the allegiance of the almighty
Since your facts are based on flightiness and reprehensible rhetoric scorned by the sensible and seen for the tripe it is
Ripe and rife with ridiculous conclusions
And the illusions of illusive, insidious, insipid and all inconclusive information
As I repeat
I am not a member of your congregation
Mr. Sinister Minister of misery and miserly compassion
Whose ration of ridiculousness is reclusive and replete with completely indecisive and indelicate ideologies
And what you preach and teach about is simply old hat
And so Mister Sinister Minister
Take that!
© 2012….copyright..PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
Categories:
phoniness, angst, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
Like a hungry vampire, pursues me loneliness
Scarier than sharp canines for me human phoniness
I feel myself a tired beast in the jungle
Which life has driven into a blind angle
But is calling ahead brutal struggle
Who knows - if will find me buddle?
Categories:
phoniness, anger,
Form:
Romanticism
I guess I'm not important.
I guess I'm not that great.
Some people say I'm wonderful,
I look at them with hate.
I try really hard to believe them,
But their true colors always shine.
One minute I am fantastic,
The next minute they are blind.
They are blind to all my goodness,
My generosity and my heart.
I am one of the realest people,
That's what sets us apart.
Many people don't understand me.
It's sad they're missing out.
They would see all of my kindness,
That's what I am all about.
As Jesus said, "Forgive them Lord"
"They know not what they do".
They may not know they are hurting me,
It's very sad, but very true.
I do not wish any harm on them,
I just don't know what they think.
What is it that makes me so horrible?
My heart's beginning to sink.
How do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
To see the wonderful person,
The person inside of me.
Such fake smiles and kisses.
I see them look with phoniness.
I try not to give it back to them,
They should only know my loneliness.
Maybe I am neurotic and scared.
Maybe I come across wrong.
But it's the opposite of what they're thinking.
How do I stop my feelings from being so strong?
They think I'm bossy and pushy.
They think I stand too tall.
But in reality I am weak at heart.
They just don't know me at all.
My smiles are a cover up.
I am not happy with how I act.
I am trying my hardest right now.
More than I ever have in fact.
So how do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
See the wonderful person,
That person inside of me........
Categories:
phoniness, lifepeople, me, people,
Form:
You asked
about the world,
I see it...
all these years,
you don't know me
I hold my tongue,
afraid
if answered
safe but not sound...
My eyes, the world is
for good and evil.
Without day,
there is no night.
Without hate,
there is no love.
Without a woman,
there is no man.
it goes on and on
while the world turns.
The world,
makes me sad.
not proud to be an American
the Anti-Christ for a president.
Damaged and lost.
not a big lover of mankind.
prefer to be alone,
but connection
is important
to feel alive,
love is most.
I am a loner
People scare me.
chaos,
phoniness, bitterness,
immorality, murder,
hate, and unoriginality.
savages running around
wherever I turn.
true love?
so caught up
...it disgusts me.
I can't breathe.
I can't hide.
So much noise.
So much sorrow
Broken children, broken families.
Broken hearts, broken spirits.
Violins play
all day long....
weeping for the world.......
I wear black...
how I feel.
Of course,
Love
sees it all differently,
God
and many beautiful people out there
few and far between,
when I have the pleasure
it's powerful
Especially
having that circle of
valuing my womanhood.
I do in love.
I do in true
good,
the point of living
has touched me
no words
have been close
He's close to me,
calling me,
wanting me
like once before.
He is real.
When I was close to Him,
He painted a picture
to uplift me.
the moon.
in awe .
the beach
on a full moon night,
swimming
in the black water with you.
sunsets.
animals.
And babies.
Nothing like the sight
of a baby's smile,
and the light
Fresh, pure,
and full of hope
for the world.
Categories:
phoniness, life, love, nature, sad,
Form:
Ballad
I am not who you think I am
you don't know me at all
I am who I pretend to be
to get you to trust me
and gain your respect and love
I am not genuine or sincere
I have no goodness inside
I am lost, lonely and afraid
Just like the miserable coward I am
You can't see the real me
because I lock her away from view
when others are around, I pull out the charm
I make jokes and smile at everyone
but no one sees what I do
they don't know the truth
that when the lights go out and
it is just me laying awake alone in bed
who I really am
that person is no one's friend
and she has no soul
she is just a shell of a person
no hope, no passion, no love
no feeling at all
numb to the core
of her very existence
with no end in sight
every day she wakes up and
starts the act again
the phoniness is everywhere
in her eyes, in her smile, in her words
and especially in her actions
she treats you so well
you can never guess
the monster that rages under it all
the cool exterior is just a front
a mask worn to keep the truth hidden
if you only knew what I really was
you would run far and fast from me
and you would forget you ever met me
for I am not good
or noble or inspiring
I am the biggest phony full of hypocrisy
and jealousy and greed
I am selfish
and disingenuous with no regard for you
or anyone else around
I am the devil
and you should run away
before I destroy you and take you away
to the same eternal hell I am living in every day
nu
Categories:
phoniness, depressionme,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk on the edge of unacceptabilities
Experimenting with the bizarre my norm,
And I enjoy flouting the accepted form
Insulting the more refined sensibilities.
I am the product of inquisitive thinking
Gleefully stepping outside the box,
While the conventional laughs and mocks
As its fragile self-esteem is slowing sinking.
Yes, my lifestyle thrives on the reckless
I'm quite aware many turn up their noses
While I show disdain for artificial poses,
And the phoniness of the properly feckless.
written January 18, 2022
Categories:
phoniness, adventure, confidence, courage, identity,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Do I trust them and show them my phoniness,
Or trust no one and live in loneliness,
I can’t hold on,
There’s too much pain,
With thoughts of suicide in my brain,
Confusing my every action,
I wish it were a simple chore to face my demons,
One man shouldn’t be alone,
Should I fight the pain? Or surrender my arms?
Do I trust them? Or live in loneliness?
My feelings can’t be right, someone give me the courage to fight,
Or I will be sucked into this maelstrom of pain.
Categories:
phoniness, depressiontrust,
Form:
Hey, I’m Over Here!
Hey! I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering if I was okay, I am.
I have no friends now so no one is checking up on me,
And I’m fine with not having friends anymore;
They’re all dead now, or there is a great distance,
A vast distance, between the old times and the now times,
I can see them all though, my departed chums from back there,
I remember their distinctive faces and voices still,
In movements at the old places, busy with life at the crossroads.
But they’re all gone away now and I am alone here.
But that’s okay because there is no phoniness when I’m alone,
And the voices you hear are phantom friends conjured
From the clay of half a century ago, alive again smiling and youthful,
All in a long line stretched beyond Hoover Street’s oleanders,
My ancient friends walking up to me with penetrating stares,
Wondering after so many years if I’m alive and if I’m okay.
And I am okay.
That long line of ghost friends has passed me by now, disappearing
Into a mental cloud still hovering in the blueness of my mind.
But hey! I’m over here!
‘Case you were wondering.
Categories:
phoniness, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
There's a darkness in me I've faced, chased, and sought erased. I've watched it grow and I've watched it shrink and it gave me time to think. This darkness exists purely of my own volition and I've given it voice and a mission. When I sift through the memories and drift through all the rifts and pains that stain my heart so badly I wish to rip it apart I find solace in one fact. One ironclad fact and that fact is that I still exist in a mist of pale blue hues and if I were to ever ignite the fuse it would set aflame my earnest muse. I was once told my eyes speak only lies. Then I was told my eyes held everything to despise and I cut ties with the world around me hoping to set free the darkness in me. Instead in that moment I made it grow larger until it threatened to consume. And I presume it was in that moment the pain would in fact resume. The darkness became a blight great enough to become my greatest plight on this nominal night.
But...there was another who said my eyes were wise and this dark guise was just a way to disguise a life of loneliness and phoniness. And maybe I can be forgiven when I've wanted to give in. A few seconds and one last breath, I was aware I could bring my very own death. But, send the Grim Reaper for I could not bring my own end. Reality around me could shatter but to at least one person I just want to feel like I matter. A person to hold me, and mold me into a being embraced not by the shadows but by the light. I'm running out of strength to fight this all on my own. A battle with demons is no battle to fight alone. Not when I've been shown I still have time to atone and reveal how much I've grown.
The truth is the darkness in me does not define me. Nor does it design me. It aligns with me. But ours is a marriage of circumstance and this dance is to be brief if I'm to ever find relief. So one last time I use rhyme to sap the strength of the shadows and wipe away all of the grime left behind. Tonight is the night I set free the darkness in me.
Categories:
phoniness, confidence, meaningful, recovery from,
Form:
Prose
For Reymond Cruz
So Smooth.
So Fly.
A voice as smooth as the caramel of his skin.
His debonair style, groomed to perfection, makes anyone look good standing
next to him.
His knowledge of this legendary, few doubts filtering through his mind.
A vulnerableness deeply hidden in eyes that take all in and pass by nothing.
For those closest, a deep heart full of love and understanding.
Shoulders ready to help carry any burden though it may not be his.
His deep insight on situations far beyond his years.
A laugh quick to be released, though at many times at others expense.
His self confidence ensuring a tough skin, with few knowing the hidden cracks.
He knows many, but few are true friends who are easily forgiven, always held
close.
Many trials have formed him into the man he is.
His over protectiveness spreading from family to friends.
Realizations of life's briefness so that pettiness and phoniness is cast away with
last years styles.
Loyalties abound from him when proven and returned.
Asks for nothing in return other than basics that should be given and shared.
Respect, understanding, compassion...nothing major and yet all so important.
His readiness to return those things inspiring awe.
There's so many doors laying open before him with opportunities spilling forth.
So rare a find.
Friendship being a blessed thing, and I am blessed to have him.
We go back years, bonds holding tight, strengthened by our talks late at night.
He is my friend, always to be counted on, never want to let him down.
Categories:
phoniness, friendship, life, uplifting,
Form:
Lyric
They sanctioned phoniness in Kaun,
the abode of the sexy stone,
Isaac's,
a man like James Johnson,
grew delusional,
longing for a super match,
idyllic as a woman without a "Most High",
in a green-white-green vest,
on a self fulfiling field of play
Over a town of wellbeing,
a strange opinionatedness hanged,
as the ideal temperature,
rustling bones,
like an omen of amen,
dandling,
homeowner's masculinity of enjoyment
They sanctioned atmosphere in Kaun,
a concrete ground
Categories:
phoniness, celebrity, culture, desire, eulogy,
Form:
Free verse