Illusions Poems - Poems about Illusions

They sat holding bottles In their hands And armpits Pouring mouthful Of liquor to fill Their hollow stomachs. They gazed at each other As cat and mouse And spoke a lot of Inglish with slain syntax To devirginate Their motherland. The two drunkards! Spoke of a nation's illusions And the wilted state of A nation's elites Raping the cultural norm Who raped the temple? They said something About...

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One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies, Each waits, without time to choose among the shadows that creep in, Truth wanders like a lost echo through the crumpled pages of the world, Despair feeds on deep silences, like a bottomless well. One day we give new names to old thoughts, like a...

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Under the vast sky of illusions, we are actors wearing masks of stars and ephemeral shadows, Our gazes meet through mirrors of mist, seeking reflections of hidden desires, We are magicians of an illusory world, finding ourselves in the imperfections of others, in deep silences, An endless waltz of unspoken words, a dance of souls under the moonlight,...

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In a world of illusions, where great and small liars play chess with destinies, Curtains of smoke dance on the stage of time, hiding unwritten truths, On a black canvas, they paint empty words, with brushes of dirty silver, And in deep pockets they gather shattered dreams, like stones from a silent river. Under the mask of saviors, they...

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She smiled with eyes that burned like dawn, Yet shadows lingered where light was drawn. Not love, but power cloaked in grace— A game of masks, a lover’s face. Her lips spoke vows, her hands held tight, But her heart was ruled by shifting night. She said, “Forever,” but meant, “Until…” Love was no bond—it bent to will. Men, the builders, bleeding bone— Give...

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I write my illusions, not out of cowardice, but from that stubborn mercy I owe to my own spirit that withers under the weight of time, reality, with its arithmetic of pale bones, rarely adds up to salvation, it's merely a tally of sorrows, debts of silence, and interest paid in insomnia, I lie to myself, not to deceive,...

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I smiled when I saw The figure in front I ran to get close But only hugged smoke...

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Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods ********************** I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks? to all those who gifted me countless worries through the years. Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror. I sail...

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In the garden where illusions grow like paper flowers under the velvet sky, Life is woven like a tapestry of shadows and lights fading into the distance, A sweet lie we embrace with open arms, For the pure truth, like a cold wind, might scatter our dreams, We paint our reality with the oils of dreams and unfulfilled hopes, While...

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You live like this, sheltered in a delicate world crafted from dreams and illusions, Believing you are truly living, while your steps are guided by routine, But then you open a book... or embark on an unexpected journey, And discover that you are not living, but hibernating, asleep in an apparent silence. The symptoms of hibernation are easy to...

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And here we are, on the orbit of our illusions, civilized madmen who have lost their compass, the divine savage in garments of convention, hiding the mysteries of the true soul, living in the shadow of dreams, searching for answers, in the mirror of time that never forgets. Alive on a cold morning that embraces the city, I walk the foggy streets,...

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Life has many mirrors like a Fun House, many nooks and crannies different paths and roadways that can take you in various directions You may believe steadfast in your feelings that you have chosen the right one, the one for you But after awhile other circumstances come to light new emotions surface and you begin to question the rightness of it all Was it just a temporary station on your path...

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In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort, Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time, Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine, The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace. Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream, The fear that...

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all that is, is a play of light crystallised as myriad forms known by sages who have clear sight bravely weathering life’s fierce storms if we’re enabled, we can see all that is, is a play of light the sky is veiled by our mind tree fear makes day too seem like the night soul has fallen from heaven’s height this manifest...

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Empire of Illusions Once, I had an empire, but I was forced to set it on fire. One day, I realized it was all a hoax, crafted by fake crooks and plastic looks. Something in the static masked the dead and sick, until a revelation pushed me towards lamentation. The clothes I put on are woven with threads...

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