Mask Poems - Poems about Mask

They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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Black without a mask What would it look like to be black without a mask? Would it look like freedom? Or would they laugh? At our attempt to be ourselves To feel like we can tell the world That we are fighting back That we are tired of being attacked That we are human and you should respect that Maybe it would feel like...

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I give love — to my enemies, not for their salvation, but to tame the chasms within me. The angel of death sneers when vanity bewitches me and whispers that its intoxications are eternal. I am sequestered, in a body scarred by the blades of a tragic fate, etched in letters of steel on the parchment of chaos. I walk — heart burdened by hereditary sorrows, the poisoned...

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Take Off The Mask Running from pain? Hiding from a ruthless society? What have we become? An outcast Always offended Take of the mask Be your own man Set yourself free Don’t be molded by hate Don’t follow the crowd Walk on your own road Just be you Don’t need many friends You can’t...

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Thickened and scarred, my mask bears the burden of time, Torn, stained, this tough shell silently unravels, And yet, somehow, it continues to keep me alive, to protect me from the world, It was never a shining armor, just my mask, Trying to compensate for all that I could not be. Sensitivity and tenderness were sacrificed on the altar of...

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I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver. I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems. Sometimes I get caught in my own knots— I cut myself loose of those naughty strings. I...

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based on the song-tears of a clown by Iron Maiden --------------------------------------------------------------------- afraid people will see your truth so you lived wearing a mask a mask to protect you from all the worlds ...

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"Poetry is important to the writer but I feel it is all about the reader." By Poet Today as I open up my computer what will I see, a contest looking back at me? As I read the rules I must decide is this one for me, or will it haunt me if I turn it away? No mask needed...

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They say our names like they belong, like a chorus in some love song. They smile, they tease, they swear they know— but they don’t feel the weight below. I laugh, I play, I wear the mask, pretend it’s fine, don’t dare to ask. But in the quiet, late at night, my heart still flickers, dim but bright. You stand so close, yet...

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In the halcyon hush of twilight meadows, a clown carves laughter from hydrangea elixir, his smile — a fuchsia epitaph, hidden behind a dazzling white glow. Sparkling countless orbs drift from his broken pockets, ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade, each sangria song he sings splinters against the opalescent...

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Enter the virgins we are, My love does say to me, He has a mask of intrigue, As we bask in mild glow, We're not frigid, I guess, Love in the afternoon, Languid, but molten, Let go and let love, He's gone again, See you, perhaps, Love you tomorrow at dawn, Vestals somewhen.........

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Beneath the painted smile, a shadowed gaze, A heart that beats to rhythms not their own. He trips and tumbles through the laughter's maze, A solitary figure strangely known. The bright facade, a fragile joyful lie, Conceals the yearning for a gentler touch, A silent question mirrored in the eye, Of one who gives so much yet asks for much. The greasepaint cracks...

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The Mask You hooked me with your charming ways And I fell hard and fast. I couldn’t have believed you If you said it wouldn’t last. I didn’t know what hit me when you started with your scorn. What should have been my harbor, quickly became my storm. I tried and tried to please...

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You'd never know Surely no one could tell I almost took my life ten months ago From the flames inside that burned a living hell Where demons dwell and angels ache to break free from below It mustn't show, the absent soul hidden within a counterfeit shell...

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Faces may hide, the truth shall never go away, No veil of lies can cover the light of right. Gold can gloat but darkness gets in, Because inside, the spirit shows its true power. Evil, masked in false smiles, spreads its vilest odor, And every bend in the road goodness has a mask. Where accusations vent innocence is lost, But lies can’t...

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