Charade Poems - Poems about Charade

The Charade A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the...

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Its wet and drear in London dear, the pomp in on full trope Though hope is gone, not dead for Jesus is the only hope! Its foolish to trust in others; dopes.' In robes and words In fear and force, its hackneyed ethos, solid dross of course One hundred mill, so bums can sit.' and ears listen to Waffle and...

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Peaches have blossomed, My heart has been doomed, Your smile has my reality zoomed, Towards your scarlet lips that I groomed. Chasing your shadows blindly, Hiding in your dark resignedly, Glancing at how you smile divinely, Looking at your dancing hair sublimely. Following you in the dark, Closing your ears to have people bark, Living in your shadow as a worthless rock, And hearing your syllables...

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flood of memories drought of goodwill and kisses~ off that rainbow scene Written: November 13, 2022 A New Hiku Footle Tanka Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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When we first met, I was happy as can be I thought we’d stay together til’ the end As the years went by I’m in total misery When we first met, I was happy as can be I’m stuck in a...

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Alas, there lingers deep within a war that neither side can win while the vanquished ran and hid those triumphant forgot they did and history, that lying vamp would seat an angel with a tramp so lives within the soul of men an urge to fight the war again for age and “wisdom” oft conspire to reignite a flameless fire a dream of victory’s charade flag...

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Nothing lasts forever, even the laughter fades before the crying... Only the unknown remains... !...

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There are two famous politicians who hold the stage, they should be in this year New York's Halloween Parade to attract huge crowds: they are stuttering Biden and hysterical Harris; these two have shaped the theatrical perception of two charade clowns! One is hideously scary, the other is theatrically funny, America has become a battlefield, a nobody's land: there's no...

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This lovely fruit that clings to tree: it beckons shyly, just to me. Not an apple to pick, alas; nor a fine pear--I almost pass. But then a perfume fills the air, almost too sweet for one to bear. And so I pick this lovely fruit and give to one in my pursuit. She thought it beautiful, at first. I wasn't ready for the...

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From the realms of my heart And my soul Hard to separate What I want And all I know The circular motion Figments of my imagination Knowing there’s nothing worse Than a cryptic charade That seems like The perfect escapade It may be colourful and wild; Over fantasized But still remaining; Undefined...

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When light fades into night, one becomes the night, conversing in silent language, one feigns no fright, one hums gentle hymns to bring the dark to heaven, assumes a child’s innocence like bread with leaven. How alive illusions are when one feels no pain, leaves rustling in the wind let dreams go down the drain. But reality...

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It happens to be that we all perceive in a grand allegiance never brought into question as though the clocks have been frozen giving us all tock subtracted from tick and Change the poster child has a gun to its head in the hand of an empty headed juvenile a caricature with an imagined context an exfoliated ideology digging its own grave shouting...

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An absurd idea slipped from my head That, in my dreams, would best be left for dead. This chimeric charade turned global rage; A mighty and monstrous meme for our age. Perhaps someday the p.c. and the woke Will finally be aware of my joke. Too late to put back in Pandora’s box I shrugged it off for some bagels and lox....

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Woefully, the footlights dim, the magic fades—the chorus grim A curtain falls as memory fades, the ending near—one last charade (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)...

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Crowd of witnesses, knows the trick of this grasshopper Hunger always alters the forced smile of a pauper Amidst supposed friends, but cannot hide the hot temper Reading for a physics exam from a newspaper Acting, which makes the actor’s immediate worth cheaper Doing so badly but shows no need for a helper Effort so weak for intent, becomes the backstabber...

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