Illusion Poems - Poems about Illusion

Should a man dare to look within? Search secret places of hidden sin? The lack of which could be exhilarating, But those long loss, debilitating. Even those revealed can be a gift, Confession, forgiveness, they could give a lift. Or an insight into his authenticity, Could open his eyes that he might see. Through the illusion, that’s led him astray, Guiding him back to...

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Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year. Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky. Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court. Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point. Please tell me that no one is ever alone. Please tell me that dying is easily explained. Please tell me that broken birds get back...

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Pain Life can sometimes be happy. Really? Oh, positive thinking and proactivity! But this is an illusion only. Self-deception Happiness is the shadow of suffering This is the reality. Nothing else. That’s it ...

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All a mirage, an aberrant illusion acceptance in America professionally, socially we even became sought-after marriage partners… Educated people seemed...

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“is life an illusion?” ... As a young kid, loved the magical illusion... With every flick of the hand, a world unfolds, Mysteries hidden in stories told, Where wonder reigns and logic defies, In the heart of magic, the illusion lies. As a grown-up kid, illusion took over thoughts .... In a world where...

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i lowered my guard and let you in a child-man disappointing me at every turn i'm fuming under my hat half afraid of an explosion one step forward two steps back how easy it is to close my eyes and pretend everything's alright a balancing act when in fact we are at opposite ends of the spectrum have i become someone who settles or are my...

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Why be concerned with transparency People are blind, they really can’t see With distortion and illusion in the word today And bias and lies in what people say Just be who you are, one of a kind The truth will totally blow their mind They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt They’ll still try...

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The magician wore my mother’s perfume and conjured family from thin air— a brother renamed uncle, a wife recast as mother, a daughter vanishing behind a tale of bees. Each sleight of hand was tender— a hush, a smile, a bowl of soup cooling on the Formica while the truth was sawed in half and tucked beneath the linoleum. No one told me why my “uncle”...

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I said I knew him— like the sea knows the moon, drawn, pulled, dancing tides to his rhythm. I traced constellations in the freckles on his back, wrote sonnets on the way he stirred his coffee, knew his heartbeat like a song I was born with. I could name the sound his silence made, the way his right eye twitched when he...

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In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation. In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination. Our life is full of colors, or so we assume, But there are no colours — just the product of our brains. Reality is beyond what we imagine. What we see around is just an illusion. Nothing is...

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Your voice cuts through steam from my cup. I count the seconds between each word, save the way you pause before saying rain. Three weeks of coffee shop mornings— your shoulders slump deeper when you mention deadlines. I memorize this angle, how your jacket pulls at the seams. Today you ask about my weekend, folding a blue shirt corner to corner. I practice saying "maybe" but my throat closes like...

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They built a world of wires and lies, Wrapped it neatly in the skies. Taught you dreams through filtered screens, Fed you systems, sold you means. Your food is poison, your music's low, Your clothes are spells you didn’t know. The news you watch is scripted fear, The truth erased, year after year. Behind the curtain, shadows rule, Old money laced with hidden tools. They...

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Deceit is a silent killer Yet so many wear it well They master the art of pretending And call the mask a shield. Like her She crowned me with tender lies Draped in robes of sweet illusion And I, the fool, saw no disguise. I was blind To the poison in her touch Too drunk on the way she smiled Too far gone to feel the...

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Things are not making sense, and I am questioning if my reality is so because I thought it in to being. Am I the only one hearing the truth? Am I the only one believing? I think I am in need of a witness. Archons deceive souls using the illusion of separation. The mind is the sole...

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I have a brain. But not just any brain — I have a brain dog. It doesn’t sit. It doesn’t stay. It runs. Fast. Far. Wild. It sniffs every thought ever thought. Dreams in 4D. Overthinks lunch plans like it's nuclear policy. Sometimes... it chases shadows. Dark ones. Horror-movie-type thoughts. So I lock it up.! “Time-out,” I say. “No more mind mazes today.” And there...

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