Faux Poems - Poems about Faux

A poet once said, Never trust blood with, traces of ink. Never trust the hand, that holds the pen. Poets? We’re Liars. Your Honour, I’m guilty, I know. My crime? Obsession. I have a problem, I admit. Everyone, does. How art thou so different from me? Obsession is a ravishing, hunt for satiation, this adoration, you, never got, (Was I never enough?) Obsession is a beautiful lad, of 25, Sharp claws, (in hindsight) that sucks out...

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Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to Because I am not a mirror Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile In a strange, nervous and abnormal style Because I am not a josher Show me the genuine emotions of you Give me something normal or natural I am not asking for anything special Just be yourself and...

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Wayne followed every traditional route. His ignorant bliss bid others chart his course. Comfort was in knowing all carried precedent form. Locked doors blocking every end. Turn left, then right, again and again. Would they lie? Did they lie? road trip to nowhere tradition loss prediction walking to empty [Note of feet: Majority of society are...

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Starmer when said 'return of sausages', He just meant safe return of hostages. Yet, in this world of words Where actions are rare birds, Gaffes rule, tongues slip with faux passages! ____________________________ Happenings |32.09.2024| humour, political, words Poet’s note: The UK Prime Minister Starmer called for the return of sausages, which soon went viral. Sure, he meant hostages....

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*nocturne eye flicker* *bite lip* *rip asunder* Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy, mirror of red rum and visage of chaos. The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors, I am the reflection that stares back, real you tryst behind quicksilver....

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Real bouquets may wither away, But faux flowers shall always stay....

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Shopping during the winter trying to keep my hands warm by placing them in my pockets but how can I carry my purse walking down lake shore drive the horse carriages stroll by the geese taking a dive thee old men playing chess hot chocolate being served yet my hands are frozen that's when I...

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Blowing up things, unfortunately, Birth’s the printing of endless money. By Gov’ments and world money makers, That overwhelm global undertakers. Yet we cry out that war is unsound, That it spreads grief and guts all around. Yet money printed that’s spent on death, Shamefully gives our markets bad breath. Which helps to inflate our portfolios, And house prices rise when their money flows. Which is...

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The real enjoyment is in green, you’ll love its speaking silence, play once and you’ll forget the screen where you innocently learn violence. Live some precious moments with family, peep out of the virtual world for once you’ll get solution to each anomaly and will reunite with the real loved ones....

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Foolproof recipe faux fudge Who wants to be called foolish even for starters? Every dummkopf can read! Proof is recipe's enunciation!...

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there once was a man of great ambition who pretended to be a physician his intent lascivious she was not oblivious he’s serving 20 to life in prison...

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For those who lack conviction Aspirations stay but a mirage And for those crafting mountains from mole hills Detriment a deadly barrage Believers of strange eyes upon them Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage And without the courage to soften their hackles Lie confined in their mind's dank garage Jongleurs of fabled failures Treat their worry to massage Subjecting the rest of their dreadful days To...

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Sans seed - it’s not Spring now - green grass concealed. Cute, cuddly happiness with floppy ears. White rabbits leap, in the fluffy snow field, when the zephyr and flower disappears. Plush wings that sink into the angel-snow. Flapping in the thirst-quenching cold, faux-fur envelopes limbs with a diamond glow. Flurries dash from above, brighten dark fir. Buried halfway - barrow and bicycles, shrubs...

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Coloring smiling faces donned with faux missing teeth, and waxing poetic lip schtick adorned with moustaches Swarthy, spooky, scary carved pumpkin faces thickly materialized out of thin air as Halloween holiday loomed near yes... just an innocently naive fickle kid, who easily did scare, attended Henry Kline for 'most every year elementary grade school no matter I abided every rule and colored within every line turquoise blue...

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For years now, they have survived, Through deceitful imitations. Maneuvering within a landscape they Support, with few limitations. Yet recently, this crazy fox, seems to be Running from a pack of legal hounds. Dodging overgrowth & accountability, Through some forested, judicial grounds. This hunt is a lengthy...

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