Marionette Poems - Poems about Marionette

words wake me up shake me up insist on having their way I am the marionette they are my puppet masters They are insistent and persistent I follow their lead I am their minion They laugh at my plight, loving their power words wear the crown wield the power write the edicts dictate what will happen before and beyond they declare and decide demand and command I am their play...

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He was a puppet master She was a willing marionette We might get married he lied She loved the idea They were together for fifty-two years He is the love of my life she told everyone Never married, for he was forever single His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive...

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A marionette of the void Aware of the needle like strings, Stranding on the edge of light Yet covered by the veil of hollowness A woeful homunculus, gazing at the abyss...

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I sit where they sat before me, knees folded like pressed flowers, hands stitched together by someone else's threads. The air is thick with the ghosts of breath, the weight of names I do not know, the hush of mouths shaping syllables like fog on the glass. I open mine too. The sound comes but it's not mine. It floats up to the...

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Wry puppet princess just cut her strings; Why comply and then be held captive? Damselfly on her free wrist whispers ‘Defy and let go of what’s submissive.’ Purge this Little Miss Marionette, surge solo and secure the spotlight; Splurge on a diamond encrusted crown, emerge ready to claim your birthright....

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A little Soul that loves me As I love her. I made her so. Our solitude, like snow. That silencer of trees - whose Leaves of thought fall softly. Though born of trees, she never falls For I control her every move. And she will never fail me - For frailty is flesh and blood And Love that’s won. Not made. This little maid of...

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Marionette moves manipulator hovers someone pulling strings... strands of literate design the audience is transfixed...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester mocks in the tomb's chill Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, "Soon you'll cease to be." The mirror's cold reflection, a Gorgon's ghastly guise A marionette of flesh with vacant... hollow... colorless eyes. The worms, like pallid mourners watch me shrink A marionette of organs, cold and pale,...

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Marionette Never locked The door is open pet me, untangle me Twistin’ and gropin’ Positioned, the curtains rise Pull I stand, proud Push I sit, shy Tug here… My hands raise You open my mouth to praise Jiggle that string I walk away Stop and still, and I stay Manipulation Control Inside Hollow Eyes don't see Ears don't hear Close the curtain I'm not here ...

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Why did it have to be you, it could have been anyone else But if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be writing this You took something from within me, you still have it clasped in your hands Are you going to keep it, or are you going to throw, discard, torment You pull at...

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Call Me Marionette: Today I exist. I exist for no one, for nothing; I exist. I am not held to or defined by a devotion of any. My allegiances, however strong, have no contract to bear me. I dream of a day when my ambition aligns with the desires and necessities of the world. When...

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A marionette to the mind, Whispering fading schematics, Deluging the heart and soul, in a Juxtaposition of good and evil, Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse; Discordantly, far from reach, Vagrantly ambling across Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing Floating embers, in wake of Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole, Faltering with every step I take, Decelerating...

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The marionette spun and danced to the sound played by the weary and weathered banjo man. She staggered with jerky leap and stuttered bound that thrilled the children as only a doll can. Her wish as she was thread about and around was that she were real and her own moves could plan. Sad were her eyes as she...

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Marionette soup comes in a midnight bowl Filled to the brim with mushroom tumbling Under the golden moon dolls cut their strings Nutcrackers on crash diets sink saltines Welcomed to float inside awhile But not included in the price of dining Russian dolls introduced to soup dive in One after another dropped into darkness Each one becomes smaller and smaller Within themselves only...

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It was getting harder and harder to fake. To put on a false grin that killed me with each of the face muscles that lifted. The devilish fiend cowered over me as strings were tied below me with draining force rather than above me with movement. My life's purpose trickled down from below me in...

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