Masqueraders Poems - Poems about Masqueraders

...Masqueraders The YTC & Praise Disguised in their ways They came gnawing At the peace of my heart Leaving nothing But a charade of turmoil... Imposters to my mind Masked in garbs of shame......

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...Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realist of them all? Everyone is on the check, mind my constant observers, like guards on duty, Shadows spying upon my every arrival, whispers behind every street......

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...#The_song_in_my_heart Jingle bells serinates, soothing my soul, flowers in my heart compete to colour my spirit with their joy illuminating colours and elegant shapes, a poem I have long been meanin......

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...#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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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!......

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......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......

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......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 ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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......

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