Masqueraders Poems - Poems about Masqueraders

...#COVERS BLOWN, INTENT KNOWN, ACTIONS SHOWN! THE LACK OF, IMPACT OF..."SEWN!" IRON-CLAD, NOT JUST A PHAZE OR FAD, MICRO-KNOTTED, MASTERFULLY PLOTTED, WON'T BE FORGOTTEN- "THAT" TO BE EXACT...IS INFI......Read the rest...

...A lone wolf howling to the moon A vicious killer's on the loose An invisible enemy no one can see A viral infection known as Covid-19 Better be afraid, cause you will die Dying for a treat, pu......Read the rest...

...Just out of the womb are we. Still in the cradle naive beyond belief. Center of the universe we were. Made in “Gods” image we knew. Now, the veil begins to lift. Looking out......Read the rest...

...The land of living has been Possessed by masqueraders, No need of faces to be seen; The land is a mask, It's the celebration Of desolation. The smiles of the schemers Are seen in every city!......Read the rest...

......inspired by 'Voyages 1' by Hart Crane Choreographed and coruscating, skidding in their see-through costumes as the ocean's masqueraders, you scuffle and send them sideways. jellyfish......Read the rest...

......inspired by 'Voyages 1' by Hart Crane Choreographed and coruscating, skidding in their see-through costumes as the ocean's masqueraders, you scuffle and send them sideways. Chrysaora ......Read the rest...

...Unmoored in twilight, my most visible hands were ready to slam on the moon of stains to bring out the water of life. A secondhand night was waiting for an explosion, which never came. How long......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I learnt, mmhh……… actually, Most of the times that………… Words are lesser than actions And actions don’t depict intentions Half this life one spends wondering literally in the mind. I o......Read the rest...

...Inclement weather stalk the horse riders, Unprotected they move with the street traffic, While the stormy clouds play in the backdrop, Teasing the cycle rickshaws and the tram cars; A touch of ......Read the rest...

...Unmoored in twilight, my most visible hands were ready to slam on the moon of stains to bring out the water of life. A secondhand night was waiting for an explosion, which never came. How long......Read the rest...