Imitation Poems - Poems about Imitation

I compose poems like Wallace Stevens by walking the streets of my town. But unlike the esteemed Wallace Stevens, I don't have to memorize or write my poems down. I just turn on my cellphone's recorder, then slowly whisper my word into it. But instead of composing gems, like Wallace Stevens, I then to produce just a drivel of shhhhh~it....

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He walks and talks like humans he eats and sleeps and winks but like a piece of rotting meat this imitation stinks He’s void of all humanity each smile is just a guise this fake is like a plastic doll that never laughs or cries He feels no love or empathy he’s poisoned, heart and...

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We are not perfect We all have scars We all have fears We all have pain We all have our imperfections Because perfections can not simply exist In the human spirit for long There are the moments in everyone lives Where glimpses of perfection appear in our day Finally learning a new skill Achieving that goal Putting the finishing touches on work of art A freshly...

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Is sound a voice sure? ...

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Love, Ah Love, What is life but with love? Is love not a chain of gold around thy heart with a tight hold? Is love not a spell that makes it impossible to live apart? Is love not devoting thyself entirely to someone else's command? Is love not signing your soul in blood till death do you part? Love is a wisest...

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My perfect imitation of a pilot in motion cautiously pushing forward, paying attention to all details is a trick of the virtual imagination... using agile hands, as if they actually were two fluttering wings, focusing with vigilant eyes looking straight at scurrying clouds: as he swiftly travels to his set destination. Peaceful is our Earth below, four oceans, four continents and thousands of...

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I "Though my troubles were doubled, I will not forsake you." It may not stand for persisting with human relationships, so it's advisable not to say these words & sentiments, about "faith." Judas & especially Apostle Peter (Cephas) expressed such sentiments toward Jesus & failed in loyalty & faith. Peter denied Jesus as LORD or acquaintance thrice on...

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Flies buzz mosquitoes sting I try to whack them they both have wings Audiences roar Politicians sing The media attacks them They duck the arrows, the slings...

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I hunger for love But I thirst for blood Am I from below Or up above Perhaps a place not yet heard of My eyes and my heart do not see the same It's like my mind and soul are playing a twisted game Satisfying my hunger can be achieved But it always ends in watching them bleed The beast inside cannot be tamed My...

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Children like bright colours And so kindergartens and nurseries And so shopping items And so youngsters And so tourist centres And so food and souvenirs And so bright photos Colours brighten up hearts A sign of hope,happiness,confidence Freshness and life But too much artificial touch Will lose the naturality of scenery The classic beauty A quiet elegance The history of antiquity An appreciation with time Anyway natural...

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NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day3 Echo Shorts Response Poem Looking down from the edge of the world, I hear screams and a cry for help; Wanting to reassure a tormented soul, I replied with a soothing tone, An ache in my heart as I embrace it's suffering; You found peace and comfort in yourself, Leaving me behind, I fade away with a sigh; I...

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The Imitators He has worked in the garden of poetry Forty years gone. The soil is meagre and the plants are eaten By boars, they applaud him with grunts. To find the roots and transplant them on a page Or in the garden of literature, is not easy. The gardener is famed for his genius or a charlatan Of rose bushes. Truth rears its...

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She had a smile A jest a little shy Her demeanor was kind As she makes up her mine Her voice soft sweet A person I 'd love to meet A wink of her eye She shows the next guy A air blown kiss This little miss One of God's creations This woman's ...a warm invitation 21/4/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Poetics Poem 5 ********(Mimesis)****** Dear Aristotle, where, then, Do the Arts fit? You say each of them Falls to mimesis, but their works, to me, Erupt into present moments Wearing immediate faces - not masks - Speaking their own lyrics Without consideration of what came Before or will come afterwards, Presenting a stage for dialogue... Opening platforms for exchange. The artworks begin anew each...

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