Dissembled Poems - Poems about Dissembled

... Writing with peace about the Avenger She assembled words of worship Simplicity filled her pages Writing with perseverance for the Builder She bumbled with joyful jubilance With truth, sh......Read the rest...

...It’s fall of 1888, the south of France, In the verdant fields of Arles, Two artists shared a single dream, And so began their quarrel. Vincent paved the way for Paul With bold sunflower sprays. ......Read the rest...

...The earth trembled and all felt fear, Some murmured a prayer. Most ran out. oft tumbling the stair. Faithless led to despair. Apathy led to bars, Others caused some crashed cars, Most......Read the rest...

...We used to share dreams; thoughts, my sister and me. I occupied the top bunk, she the lower in the cold, dank bedroom we once inhabited from dusk to dawn. Not prophetic dreams, the future; we......Read the rest...

...Tripping Point: An Opioid Odyssey There are lines we cannot see, hardly know exist Until we cross them. Then, as if by trip wire, The temptress snare catapults us into a world Of primeval dark......Read the rest...

... 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 remain......Read the rest...

...The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee ‘Ho......Read the rest...

...There was a time with raging blaze when suspension lost track in bad faith and delusion and bridges burnt ahead Cold it was des......Read the rest...

...Translation So something has happened and you are not quite sure What it is your woman is thinking Don’t be confused or fret overlong You only need a translation. Just look at the words withou......Read the rest...

...Where's my soul? Come, show me myself. But just as I looked into my own reflection, Behold, it was another person staring back at me; my identity is gone. Not knowing my own self but in a shad......Read the rest...

...Romance Day And Night How the Romans played their moonlit dreams splashing out near viaducts of love I can only wonder same as with knights in shining armour or rather without when the Ages see......Read the rest...

...So August comes to its soporific twilight and furtively stares at September, stance indulged in reassuring ataraxy August blinks September earns September, bearing its comely plethora of dulcet ......Read the rest...

...Chanel #5 She was immersed in a shallow Dialogue with the guy—next—door. A distant conversation, Mingling with his heart, his senses. Her “fake” pheromones Brought him in to an all new ......Read the rest...

...Memory is my fading friend of millennial days transpired— faithful scribe and guardian who measured mercy and intent and gauged love’s joyful glint— yet never turned from rutted path when sorro......Read the rest...

...Straw Men (for Patrick and others) There are scant few of them now, standing In the rows of my memorably failed crop. They came dressed as they were. I always complimented them. Counting on th......Read the rest...