No answers~
Answers claim to be
The gold being sought~
The answer's presence
in the field of separation
is fools gold
Unless gleaming as nothing~~
Stand the barrel on its bottom
Fine wine, it proudly holds
Turn it upside-down, misbegotten
The wine's been proven fools' gold
Pirates came and stole me away
They thought I was valuable, real gold.
I liked their ship, the swing and sway.
Fooling pirates never gets boring or old.
Captain came and gave a loud angry bray.
You morons, this is pyrite, fools’ gold!
They dumped me overboard that very day
I became a happy locket for a pretty mermaid bold.
All my goldfish, died today
Why did they have to go away
Poor fishy wishy please come home
the tank is empty, apart from your bones
Perhaps tomorrow i’ll go buy some more
Stamp they’re brains, out on the floor
thought I’d make a small fortune
smelting them down for rings
Turned out not gold at all
a pale shade of orange
(DISCLAIMER)
Absolutely and honestly,
No fish where smelted or killed,
In the making of this rhyme!
Hide me now
For yes I see
Just how much
You lie to me
As the truth
Becomes more clear
My rage inside
You should fear
The actions of
My angry heart
Will not stop
Till death you part
Once I see
Your body dead
No more lies
Can now be spread
Then on your grave
Written in stone
Will be these words
I died alone
I lied through life
No truth I told
A liars lie
Is just Fools gold
Slipping through your fingers
Soaking wet
Like diamonds could have been sold
Unfortunately he pulled the thricker
Tangling despite the untold version which is getting old
That's your lost, that's your bet
Your history will never be wearing fools gold
thoughts worthy of fools
some lessons remain unlearned
fools gold doesn't shine
I stand upon my mountain
Dreading the waves which roll upon my shore
An acid that is eroding away at my flesh
Eating the muscle underneath
I have no place to run or hide
Surrounded by such a vast ocean
Behold the mountain is sinking
Becoming smaller with time
As precious gold runs through my closed fingers
Along with memories of what may of been
I realize that the gold is like water
And water is time
That I spent foolishly
Thinking I have an abundance of
My hopes and dreams
were built upon fools gold
With false perceptions
And broken dreams
Who am I but a fool
To believe in happiness
Because nothing is as it seems
By Joshua lloyd
I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive in life
Instead I keep getting fooled
By all that shines
I see and love
Fools gold...
Men who I can't take to the bank
Men who are all pretty and sweet
But inside they are all fake
And they leave...
ugly green stains on my heart
When will I finally strike it rich
With a man who is 24 Carat pure gold
Who has love for me
That is priceless...
A love that will help me to survive
Life's toils and strife
When will my panning days be over
It seems..
My heart is weary and water logged
From hoping against hope
Holding the strainer of my heart in my hands
Hoping to find
True golden love...
instead of constantly being
Played like the fool
With this river that runs
full of fools gold.
Love, never to die
Waits patient as the fools gold,
Priceless in favour;
Cloudless eyes blind to behold
And sacrifice the true self.
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