Masquerade Poems - Poems about Masquerade

In shadows cast by false pretense, A friend once close, now lost to sense. With whispered lies, they played their part, A dagger aimed straight at my heart. You sent your words, so vile, so crude, Yet wore a mask, concealing the rude. You spun your tales, so sweet,...

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Oh, your eyes so dry, Longing for a long cry. All those fake chortles, Hollow habits of a mortal. Someone asking, "How's your day?" You liberally Lying with "I'm okay." Okay is not the word I'd use, Though it's an excellent excuse Hiding my aching bruise. Rotting is what I'd use. It's my soul's beloved ailment. No, it's not a bruise, It's just a mere statement....

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Behind a facade of calm, I conceal my pain A heavy heart, that threatens to remain The weight of the world, upon my shoulders strong A burden I bear, while pretending I belong The mask I wear, a disguise so divine Conceals the turmoil, that ravages my mind I feign a smile, to hide the tears I've cried And whisper "I'm fine",...

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The DNA of Illusion — is Time (Thank You, Leon: January, 2025) ...

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Another time, another place… Beyond the life, in different space, Where the Sun goes down on the faraway East, And the Moon rises high above Western feast, I saw you in a mask made of silver and silk: Hair is auburn like leaves, skin in driblets of milk, Soulless eyes, gleaming green – like a moth to the flame I'm the one...

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I wear a mask that fits but feels untrue, its edges pressed against my skin, suffocating. The world expects what it’s been shown, while I hold the truth just beneath the surface. A quiet rebellion stirs behind my eyes, the weight of a smile that never quite reaches. In the space between breaths, I wonder - how long before this mask cracks,...

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"Poet" is a word I revere, but I don't think I'm one. My grasp of what a poem is, could be improved upon. A poet understands the human condition and is wise. He understands beauty. He sees it with his heart and eyes. Sensitive and insightful, he employs just the right word. I'm a man who at sixty-five, caught...

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It's not you that I miss. No, not you. I thought I knew your twinkling eyes, your warm embrace, your words of love. The false memory of you remains here, in my thoughts and dreams. I miss the person you put on for me....

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On the outside of the pipeline By the end of the occult session You see: a carousel! Of colours and threads woven through time, Yarn spun with tribal glaze, Maestro wielding the show of the Swan! A Masquerade? Or just another puppet show? The meaning or distinction gone....

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A colourful array of falsehoods Intricately designed disguises Fools, fortunes, phantoms Masks clinging on their faces Lives hidden away by an illusory veils Veils that cannot be removed Cannot be seen Secrets tucked away in their eyes Each a pair of stained glass windows that peer into their essence A glassy marble home for their soul that if I looked into too...

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A masquerade party ever since 2005 The hosts floated balloons partygoers thrived The masks ripped off now Jews beheaded and raped by those who disavow that they're half-human ...

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An eerie feeling grips, goose pimples A sign of the fear present in people The dread of the green leaved masquerade On the grounds our ancestors strode It's a place where mortals and spirits couple. (Written on the 25th June, 2015)...

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Loyalty symbols to one’s ancestors, Who never saw yesterday’s asbestos, Heard not of China’s radio transistors, Let alone U.S Trousers Investors… What one puts on and with every passage Releases an historical message: Their patrons Advertizing Passers-by, In robes they would not want to tell “Goodbye…” The wears that bodies cover at less cost, No fears of the seduced eyes being...

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No surprise I've been cast the role as the villain, the one they place all the blame I just want to fast forward through this horror, I want out of this sick twisted game God gives the toughest battles to his strongest, at least that's how the saying goes How many blows until they push me to finally...

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tell another lie tonight, the shadows around her commanded. the vanity lights accentuated her crimson red lips. she pursed them and added a final touch of shimmer on her cheekbones. she dressed herself in sultry, black leather, and boots that carried the weight of her ego. it was a night to expound her sacrilege, to conquest the desire of her partner who...

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