Cloaked Poems - Poems about Cloaked

I was drenched in black water, Yet, it looked as though I were dried out. I stood before a lighthouse, Yet, remained unseen. Gazing into the sea’s blackness, The highest tides forever circled me. My eyes could find no anchor, As my dark hands sailed towards the farthest shore. My home, too, was cloaked in shadow; Something unseen, yet present, walked with me there. The...

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Death is in relentless pursuit. It pervaded my thoughts, assaulted my senses. I scramble, rerouting courses. A thousand voices call out my name. Taunts, screams, cries alike. Yearning, warning; Calling, crying; Run, run, run. Run through the phantasmagoric vicinity-- The end is not far. A hooded figure speaks my name, its voice benignant-- a mere whisper, Unlike prior haunting echoes. It beckons me over...

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a small position given in a place of chaos perfect place to flourish and gain hiding behind unhealed trauma and pain playing a role as a trusted confidant observing and collecting information using deception as a comeuppance leashing out unseen horrid inflictions cashed out from many schemes wanting to be center of attention had no control of self or home bullied words with strong...

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The shadows of the mind remain concealed, time’s quiet veil upon wounds unhealed. Treasured moments sleep in cloaked recess, a history bound in silent darkness. Two hosts bear witness, their truths untold, hidden, unseen, by hearts grown cold. Regrets spilled forth, like fractured glass, unexplored journeys lost, they...

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In a realm woven from wind's whispers, cloaked with fragile veils of deceit, We live in the shadows of a reality built on a thin layer of lies and illusions, A world where greed is elevated to the rank of deity, and wisdom is condemned as sin, Division serves as the architect of our society, while unity is...

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Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, believing in the honorable artifices of justice. We traverse the resounding carnival of designated guilty parties, A culture that chisels the other's mistake into stone. We raise clinical pedestals to...

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Ghost Gothic Eidolon, Sovereign king Tears begin flowing. Byzantine abandoned. The cloaked statue sits and waits. The tourist lifts her head and sighs. Phantom’s pain she feels his suffering. Hand on her forehead nods from side to side. Labyrinthine journey stirs stark madness. Intruders’ rash and reckless taunting Grey-sky midst morning mystifies. Glowing - white - apparition Clicks, flashes, from tourists. Take focus...

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Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees. The near field glistens; the far fades away. Spring creates longing on days such as these; Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say. The near field glistens; the far fades away, formless and shifting, as far as one sees. All is enshrouded and cloaked in the gray. Spring creates longing on days such as these; waiting...

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Early daybreak The mountainous areas Still shrouded in mist The sceneries cloaked The surroundings look ghostly misty Sunrays blocked By mountains and trees Difficult to see the road ahead With the car's light on A thick light Penetrates through the mist To give us some clear views Before the mist finally lifted By the sunrays The mist just looks like...

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Between my sheets, I hid, Away from the world, Away from its pangs and turmoil, Sleeping in the silhouette of time, Separated from the world's prying eyes. July 10, 2022. Bite Size Poem No. 49 Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier....

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holding back showing restraint juggling calculated risks his every pause more revealing than discourse or soliloquy his every whisper from depths within divulging wrinkled corners every show don’t tell more touching than the last suggestive and persuasive every ounce measured delicate in formula where precision is an art every half truth a confession between the lines unhinged by eloquence every goodbye harder than the last in salacious undertones Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021 AP:...

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Cloaked in Their Untruths By Sy Roth Behind a cloak their little secrets roved, Like silent, swishing vagrants eluding the truth The darkness so thick, A wall of impenetrable secrets built around it. Leaving the unclosing to callow youth Senseless in their wasteful trepidation, They took no time to explore their truths Dressed in slim, tight gabardine their desires arrested. They had no need...

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He was sure of only one thing No one knew him here He could recreate and reinvent himself This was a face they did not recognize No one would see his hair and think “Murphy boy” from over the hill. He was confident he could be, say and do outrageous things without consequence. Of course, he had forgotten about social media...

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Young and Free Cautioned By Corona Suburbs' worst imaginings bombard a squinting comprehension Suspended events filter faith, panic permeates a stoic psyche Supporting mangroves supply a scurry of wood and honey Stalking forested in silence, disguised tiger virus strikes Copious having emulates control, clean habits embellish hope - confuse attack delivered in cat's leaping momentum Claw marks puncture tree trunks...

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Cloaked Thoughts By: Miracle Man 2/25/2020 Dissembled thoughts never go on trial, in psyche's dusty corner their life is spent. Unless fruition comes by our lifestyle, intent remains always, to circumvent. Our thoughts are owned until we opt to share, but like small town talk they're fast repeated. Some leave reputations beyond repair, leading to discussions-some quite heated. “Good thoughts bear good...

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