Masks Poems - Poems about Masks

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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The Days of Masks and Covered znosex, ...

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I once took my mother’s pearls and wore them to kindergarten. I wanted to look like an Adult— a word now bitter on my tongue. In playgrounds, we believed in monsters— now we drink with them, learn their masks, mirror...

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The stage is set, the lights are burning bright, A calculated dance in fading false moonlight. The players gather, masks upon their face, Each seeking power in this treacherous space. A whispered promise, a hand upon the back, A sudden turn, a calculated attack. The words like daggers, sharpened and so keen, To wound an opponent, and to seize the scene. The polls...

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We dress our souls with masks of words, as if covering our bodies with fine garments, Every morning, we choose masks from the closet of the heart, full of unspoken stories, Words are embroideries stitched onto the fabric of life, hiding the fragility that lies within us, We place the masks upon our hearts like veils that filter...

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I wish I could untie my tongue -- find courage, strength to shine light upon those least illumined recesses still hidden from public view, shielded and scabbed over like festering raw wounds...must I accept that there will never be a time when, freely, I can express my "me"-- that one among those other me's I've not displayed? Depending upon circumstances-- places and the hour...

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all Masks show the truth falses deny their faces - dance of avatars...

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The faces we meet, a fleeting show, Behind the smiles, what secrets grow? A tapestry woven, thread by thread, With hidden motives, words unsaid. We build our walls, so high and strong, Protecting hearts from going wrong. But in that fortress, cold and bare, We lose the touch, the love we share. The whispers spread, a venomous sting, Of judgments cast, and truths they...

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Coupled with your silence that said what your words couldn't, I wore the masks you chose for me, Swallowed the words you didn't want to hear, And built myself around your anger, Yet your eyes never softened when they looked at me. Now adrift in this trance of mine, I search for answers, a meaning unseen, In...

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To unmask a false identity is to identify genuine authenticity. It's painful, no, it kills me, but it's the only way to heal what's deep. Pain in my body, it was a lie to me. Deep regrets built in from long ago. No. Deep pits that have since grown cold. The shame was underlying, and i craved the construct of what...

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They taught us young, the fine art of concealment, Threads of ideals tightly woven, hard to unbind. What is perfection? What is normal? These are the whispers we inherit, soaked in like breath From mothers, fathers, teachers, friends, We’re shaped, folded, pressed to fit the mould, To wear the mask...

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So many people go through life/ Wearing masks/ To pretend they are someone/ That they are not/ I call you a masked fool/ A fake soul living in lies/ To put a mask on/ Only to take it back off/ And put on a new one/ Unable to be real with people/ Let alone themselves/ Which speaks for you/ More than words/ Living a type of fantasy/ Dodging the...

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Wake up! The grass is fading back to gray, fall in love once more with this sallow spoilage of the green. Farewell to that verdancy that must turn, at its height, to an unpleasant glut. Let those who have lived through the byways of this cobbled and stony world, let them now rejoice that a chilled and churning sky has unearthed new steps in the dance of life...

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People ask, people pry, People come, people try. Yet the sadness hidden inside remains unspoken, behind the masks, their silence faithfully unbroken. Conversations masked with laughter, Concerns diverted, dispersed soon after. Is it a mask? Is it real? No one (not even themselves) knows what they conceal. Yesterday the sun...

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Spiritual Masks In the labyrinth of the soul, shadows swirl, Each corner whispers with longing unheard, A wounded boy, in robes of mist, Seeks light in the vapors of sacred thought. Mirrors, portals to eternity's mystery, Reflect faces dancing in circles of gold, Yet each reflection, a fragile illusion, Conceals a tale of flight and desire untold. The poet, alchemist of silent words, Transforms pain...

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