Best Pretending Poems
Sitting on a stump of an old maple tree,
around me are ferns enjoying the breeze.
The birds in the trees are singing to me.
their's no one around I'm totally free.
The lies and the noise are now far away,
my mind is now calm to listen and pray.
Here in the woods it all feels so new,
no more pretending and being untrue.
I now feel at peace surrounded by trees.
No more acting and striving to please.
I can be who I am without an excuse.
I don't have to worry of being abused.
I can now feel that my spirit is clean.
My true self is wondering where I have been.
It wants to come out and wants to be seen,
Dare I take off my mask and let me be seen?
she calls
long pause
hesitation
before
she speaks
the silence
breaks
her voice
quakes
i taste
her tears
feel
her fears
on this end
of the line
her hope
hangs
on my words
scattered
jumbled
little lies
pretending
not to worry
i scurry
around
idle chatter
carefully
rethinking
my next line
trying to feed her
the reassurance
she seeks
i feel failure
in the allure
of tears
as they fall
when she ends
this call
Visions of old
Visions of new
coming silently
begging through
Greed and power
betrayal strong
refusing rejection
motives wrong
unseen spirit
sends whispers
answers for hatred
lies within a narcissistic face
changing many profiles , going unnoticed, resenting , pretending.
“Why are our humans staring at you and me? Don't look.”
“Will any of them, just one, stop staring? What’s to see?”
“Maybe pretending to dig-hide the bone is the key!
You keep biting and sucking away. I’ll do the bone thing, then flee
to lay by the door of glass and begin bathing my knee.”
Gets up every morning
Puts her makeup on
Makes sure she looks perfect
Though everything is wrong
Stares into the mirror
Runs her fingers through her curls
Then she practices her plastic smile
Just like a pageant girl
Goes into the closet
Picks out her favorite dress
The one with yellow flowers
Always has to look her best
Puts on her shoes walks out the door
Steps out into the world
As she waves to all the passerbys
Just like a pageant girl
She's the great pretender
Like an actor on a stage
Puts on a grand performance
As she tries to hide her pain
They don't know the sadness
This ache within her soul
The hopelessness, the loneliness
She's hollow, never whole
But she does her best to mask it
She keeps it all inside
Hopes no-one has figured out
This masquerade's a lie
So she meets their expectations
Gives them what they want to see
A silly, vapid happy girl
Lighthearted, weightless, free
She deflects them with her sparkle
Her smile white as pearls
Bright and wide but empty
Just like a pageant girl.
we've all done it
or we used to do it
nowadays we can feign
sending messages
in touch-and-go back streets
in dodgy areas at night
in the office to appear
being busy
to avoid babbling
with a colleague
to avoid a bothersome
old lady at the bus stop
bell didn't invent the
gossipy horn
he jibber-jabbered
with the mutt
which is another
prop you could
pretend to be
chewing the fat with
talk with a stuffed animal
talk with a photo
talk with a tomato plant
talk with the mirror
sweden had their
own phone number
so you could pretend
to be talking to them
They don't understand when they've pushed me too far.
They never know when I've been pushed too far
They're all ignorant
No on really understands.
No one knows half of the thoughts that go through my mind
No one knows half of what I feel
I wear a facade to make others happy
To make others not worry
To make others not yell at me for doing somthing stupid.
I get so tired of pretending
Of locking it all away
Because locking it all away...
Well, it never helps.
It only makes me hurt more
It only causes my lungs to fill with lead
My heart to drop into the pit of my stomach
and my self destructive ways.
No one knows
Why I do what I do
No one knows
The silent pain everyone and myself put me through
No one knows
That I'm tired of being replaced
No one knows
That I'm tired of pretending.
Grains Of Sand, Pretending To Be Boulders
After winning, do try to be a real winner
your moment may make or break another.
Nobody lives in the glory their mind conjures
except those lost thinking in fantasy.
Starving people want more food to eat
not words and praise of your feats.
Think again, consider life is a mystery
the importance of you lives only a moment.
Cross another bridge and look at the water
did the long, sad look down hurt?
If not you are sailing a slow, doomed ship
truly a barge filled with massive waste.
No mortal man is an island of salvation
yet any could be a saving god to others.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-09-2015
Note- I rarely ever write in couplets. Writing in non-rhyming couplets is even more rare for me to do. Reason is when I do my muse usually leaves the room laughing.. And I dearly hate that....
Thank God, she didn't laugh this time.. merely tossed out, " you are improving , but don't quit your day job."
Poem number 499 , next poem will be number 500 submitted here.
I could go thru life pretending
that it didn’t really happen that way.
Then I wouldn’t have to deal
with thinking all these things today.
I could go thru life pretending
that things were really all quite good.
But then I’d have to tell people
things were great growing up in my neighborhood.
I could go thru life pretending
that it didn’t effect me much.
And act like my childhood was wonderful
full of happiness, love and such.
I could go thru life pretending
that it was really all okay.
And carry on forever
it might be easier that way.
I could go thru life pretending
that I love my mom and dad.
And all the memories that I have
are of treasured times we had.
I could go thru life pretending
that this is how life goes.
We play the hand we are dealt
and then all thru life it shows.
I could go thru life pretending
that I’m the same as all of them.
But I’d be lying to myself
and other lies from there would stem.
So as I go thru life pretending
I will hold my head up high.
For it is said to have gone thru this
makes for a strength you can’t deny.
I still go thru life pretending
but I am not sad anymore.
For I have lived and learned a lot
I know now, life doesn’t keep score.
And when the end of life comes pretending
I will remember proudly with a smile
that thru it all I did my best
and now I get to rest awhile.
12/2016
Pretending you're dead can at times be the pits
It frightens the family it scares them to bits
They run around screaming and covering their eyes
They surely weren't ready for my big surprise
Pulling this off was a lead pipe cinch
Haven't seen Charlie or Aunt Abigail since
The dog's on the roof, the cat's up a tree
If the truth be known scared the crap outta me
Decided to confess and tell them the truth
Now my clothes are all ripped I'm missing a tooth
They didn't see the humour they said it twern't funny
Hightailed it outta there quick like a bunny
The moral of this tale listen carefully please
If you ever decide to pretend you're deceased
My advice to you wear armor or such
There's a chance you'll soon be needing a crutch
© Jack Ellison 2013
Stop pretending you love me,
stop pretending you care,
You can't fake it,
it's like you're not really there.
You see my face,
you know my heart,
so why don't you
leave without a trace,
like you wanted to
from the start.
Just go if you want to,
I'll be ok.
I love you babe,
but today is a new day.
I can't keep putting up
with all these fights.
They're the reason why
I'm up on these lonely nights.
The tears will fall,
my heart will break,
but you don't have to call,
I don't want it to be a mistake.
That's why you should stop pretending,
cause you know
you're fooling me.
All these games
are so condescending,
but you're just
too blind to see.
Fight after fight
I get so tired.
Up night after night
thinking about how
you're such a good liar.
Babe,
this is not how
it's supposed to be,
so maybe we should
stop pretending
that there's still a you and me.
Pretending so much.
Not knowing the truth.
In our live's we often rush,
So many times we lose.
Maybe if we take our time,
then things just might go our way.
A slow pace isn't a crime,
this way our happiness will forever stay.
We won't have to ever put on a front,
or wear any pretend smiles outside.
Never saying things we don't want,
leaving nothing at all to hide.
Always speaking our minds,
telling each other hidden secrets.
Knowing that between us there's no lies,
nothing, but true statements.
Is the worst kind of evil,
It stings the heart,
When you find out everybody is lying to you,
Evil pretends to be good,
Evil gets eventually found out and destroyed.
My last name sounds Irish
Am I an Irish rose?
I got kinda tirish
Of even my pug nose
Who knows....if anyone will ever guess
what I really am
That is: first generation Ameerican, of Middle Eastern parents
Hmm....speaking Arabic may get me in a real jam....
So I can....sing Danny Boy,
When Irish Eyes Are Smilin'
I look real good in green
And no one Irish was ever mean--
To me.
You see, I love passing for Irish
Just for today, why it's stylish!
Happy St. Patrick's Day, anyway....
Dedicated to Bill Hogan, my old friend who was always there for me.