Masked Poems - Poems about Masked

The radiant shine leaves your aurora dimming ever so quickly, as in northern regions you are—borealis falling into the southernmost Sahara negative gradients descend—australis The gloss of moral sanction The glitter of a social butterfly The prism of a love sonnet I thought it would never end False is an outward appearance Black smoke puffed ...

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A cold berating light-erasing rope survives relentless entropy (another year ends another variant contends) Desolate debris in empty erroneous caves swallow blank pages submerged in mind-warping seas where flying memes wait for normalcy where words freeze & thoughts become sadistic (a poisoned (out of mind) mind crawls on the radar) Trapped in a gray tomb: the inert inerrants flounder in...

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3 masked men Sun at their backs burning heavy, bright As silhouette turns to figure, A striking image displaying only death 3 masked men Sea born breeze blowing, a single tear Was there a message? 3 masked men exclaiming silently. 3 masked men Drawing ever closer Fields drag with anticipation Closer the men draw 3 masked men Arriving with gifts from a...

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A soul trapped in expectations, A heart that beats with hidden tears, A life lived for others' happiness, While mine withers through the years. They think I'm perfect, a flawless kid, But little do they know the pain I hid, The scars that mar my inner self, The cries that echo, no one else. My family sees a heartless face, But I'm a storm...

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Maybe I should put my mask back on, Squeeze back in my mold. I’m too loud, too colorful, too different; At least that's what I’m told. I tried so hard to blend into the crowd, Whispered when I wanted to scream out loud. But the mask is heavy, the mold too tight, And shrinking myself doesn't feel right. So maybe I’ll...

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Maybe I should put my mask back on, squeeze back in my mold. I’m too loud, too colorful, too different; at least that's what I’m told. I tried so hard to blend into the crowd, Whispered when I wanted to scream out loud. But the mask is heavy, the mold too tight, And shrinking myself doesn't feel quite right. So maybe...

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I mask my feelings my love for you in silence trying not to breathe suffocating myself all in the name of LOVE...

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Love and light masked with light banter With each out-breath we die Who else knows how bliss beats canter The way we wingless fly With our will to God bent Our transparent intent Always grants love consent We help when asked Love and light masked...

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When I'm in a crowd I paint a face that I think people will embrace I know I sound like a disgrace When I'm alone I'm empty and lost Don't have any idea on who I am It's something I ask myself over and over Am I the girl who's to be alone and unhappy Or...

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We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, when they met, they hugged. “You look great!” Peter said, “Have you had some work done?” She made a face that acknowledged the absurd,...

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The migratory mind indomitable, of the spirited surfer possessed, waltzes on waves of life, curled crests climb demented, fling the fractured moon, dark troughs descend despondent, with sequins of sunk stars, recede with the ebb of time, seek the seraphic shore of...

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On synthetic derelict stage of deception domain, I gyrate the split mind, ensnared by bipolarity chain. Under illusive limelight of ostentatious time, I’m entangled in machinated invasive paradox prime. In make-belief life’s drama I act with no compunction, I face fabricated faces flocking redundant in conjunction. Identity lost in conglomerate of counterfeit facades, I don’t perform by heart's prudent...

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In light of the world, I wear a mask, A cloak to hide my daunting, task. Autumn leaves dance, but I stand still, Concealing truths, by force of will. A spectrum woven, colors defined, Yet, in this masquerade I dance, in solace I find. To navigate a realm that seldom sees, The beauty that resides in subtleties. Behind the mask, a kaleidoscope spin's, A...

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I’m on the synthetic stage of the deceptive domain, revolving with my split mind, entrapped in bi-polarity, under the illusory limelight of the pretentious time, where I’m enmeshed within the contrived paradoxes. In the make-belief drama of life I act with no scruple, for I face so many false faces flocking around me. Losing identity in the conglomerate of...

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Who Is That Masked Man Miracle Man October 6, 2023 Many will see him as being another schnook, perhaps questioning if he’s ever had a real job. But in my mind I see an unpunished crook, someone with possible connections to the mob. Each day his cognizance needs clarifying, but in his world he’s convinced he’s grooving. He hesitates saying “if I’m lying I’m...

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