Concealed Poems - Poems about Concealed

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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Judged 1. They are all liars, Talking about others Behind their backs, Thinking they are better. 2. But everyone has Their own faults. They don’t see The pain a person hides, Just because they’re smiling. 3. A day will come, A day when they are judged For all the things They have done. 4. All I feel for them is pity— Pity for the words They’ve spoken, For the things They’ve done. 5. Everyone has Their own flaws, Yet they still...

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She may be a poor girl Begging on the street But she has a pretty face, Like those you’d like to meet. She’s just a beggar girl, Having everything it takes For a man to turn his head And the world to lay their stakes. She’s fit for the silver screen For Forbes to make a claim, She has, what it takes To weaken a...

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Navel to throat, a shining rod, signals within, presence of God, which in staid stillness we observe, with zest and zeal and love and verve, a secret we willingly share, with fellow souls who care to pair but in truth we fail to reveal, the way magnetism makes us feel, because it is a becoming or we may say, a home coming....

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Springtime facade shines in embellished topography, embroidered enshrined on Monet landscape, luminous in effervescent elegance with sparkle of blue lagoon in dreaming ebullient eyes, entranced, and with lustrous lotus petals of luscious lips fervent, painted on silken canvas of magnetic countenance, carved with narcissistic contours...

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A bouquet of shamrocks glisten, they call magick; Under a rainbow they sprout high; This sky? Classic; Golden sunshine adds to the glow, What a vision; Leprechaun’s pot hidden details, mischief hails fun; You think it’s found so you give chase, rushing a field; Met with just grass and a chuckle, coin haul concealed....

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The chromatic cords of splendorous spring embroider arcane art on convivial tapestry embellished elegance dramatically drapes the luminous landscape of vibrant vivacity as dream-drenched blue lagoon gets lashed by idyllic eyelids and the lotus petals of luscious lips painted poignant on silken canvas of content countenance the dulcet design of narcissist facade of innate pride swathes furtively the secret scars of suppression syndrome expunged. The toiling...

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The deepest hole I’ve placed it in and covered it with all that’s been. Then beat upon that grave each day in hope to make it go away. I’m terrified that it will grow, and so afraid somehow, you’ll know - the secret I have buried deep. The secret that I want to keep. The thing that is the root of all the reasons...

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"Truth shall always prevail", ... Or so I have heard. It's merely been a year, Yet, can't seem to recover. Crying for help? "Oof, grow up" they'll scoff. Lo and behold! The mask of deception... I found. Been an open book for over a decade, It Can't be that knackering to tell a lie to...

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God will take care and so be happy His forces are engaged in guarding God may appear to be damn sleepy But, pure Justice, He is rewarding Every step that God makes wisely Will take His devotees to safety He will execute His duty precisely All His ideals are superbly lofty God never blunders in His action He acts with the greatest vigil He offers...

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Love hearts and scabby knees. Dead flies and stinging bees. Dirty nails and sweaty lips. Fishnets with ragged slips. Eyeholes in a hessian sack. Pimples on a tattooed back. Toys that she just can’t unpack. Helen. Secret Helen. Lies from a mother’s heart. Secrets that fell apart. Beauty too divine to see. As purple as a Judas Tree. Singing from her cradle jail. A baby crying weak and...

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Majestic summits Concealed protectively in Foggy clouds embrace, Captivates wandering eyes, On a tropic summer day...

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Beneath chameleon’s deceptive exterior façade the concept called color doesn’t change, for blood flows as scarlet stream in the heart where truth dwells beyond the falsehood’s range. Embellished face garners hues, implanted joy melts in unshed tears behind the pensive eye, in the shadow of distressed destiny it tries to trace the track of time to travel to stark reality,...

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Of late, I've been fearing The slight sound of vechiles It provokes the goosebumps in me The reasons deeply sealed I'd, when revealed, Be doomed!...

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“Should a lamp be put under a bed? Surely on lampstand.” Jesus said. “For nothing is concealed that will not be revealed.” All will come to the light that is spread. Mark 4.21-22...

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