Mirage Poems - Poems about Mirage

all phantom landscape delirium that is made a fleeting false truth ...

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It is her body by God, so they say, But by man and by rite, she belongs to him. The contract, black and white swirls, binding, signed in ink that bleeds into chains. He takes her as he pleases. The decision is not hers to make. Face buried, held by the ringed hand, pressed into the pillow to smother resistance. His knees split...

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Is the distinction between science and philosophy nothing but illusion Affirming what it wouldst certainly and firmly most deny Proponents of formulaic truth require a defense against critique judgment unrelenting as their proof is self-inured Science thus infallible because its findings are collective Their community not disposed to answer questions they will — never ask (Amtrak R5- February, 2025) ...

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Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf If you know not life’s subtle brief. It’s dawn if I open eyes, If not, a darkling night, The wise whose sun would not rise, There reigns enduring blight All along, life of buts and if, Joy’s like dewdrops on lotus leaf. Life’s echo spreads no far Like haply chirping birds, As footsteps on sands are, As on...

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The well is dry, but their tongues still plead, Cracked lips shaping prayers the gods will not heed. The land rots in surplus, a kingdom of waste, Where hunger is measured and profit is praised. They crawl to the mirage, ribs piercing their skin, Eyes full of water that won’t let them in. Gold liquefies, flesh withers to dust, The towers loom...

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drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night soaked in blood and it's stains on my gray shirt two daggers stabbed at the same spot their existence in my words and work but for them i'm just a mirage, a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert a hand...

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They had nearly given up on finding water Bill was thanking God for his thirty-eight years, Thinking it was all he was getting Trevor his horse, was walking slowly now He wondered if Trevor was as discouraged as he A mirage of water up ahead seemed to be a cruel trick Bill knew it was too good to be real, an...

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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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Coiffed virtues dazzle in their radiance bright, Seize such a soul ere it dessipitates from sight, As vanity wanes with fleeting candescence, Whispering peacock promises in effervescence....

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Why is nothing permanent? The friendships i’ve lost and the self respect that's slowly diminishing into dust Tiny, miniscule dust It fades away after a day or two I act like i’ve moved on but no one has seen They haven’t seen the true me and I plan to keep it that way. The true me doesn’t contradict The true me doesn’t...

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Enigma Is no Mirage Creation station that's you imagination every idea becomes a new thing You are unstoppable I love it about you I am so damn proud of you and love to be around you You make me think all the time and spark me up in time nothing is out of line we just love to be together... My Enigma is no Mirage even with his idea...

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Mirage! Mirage, Why art thou in sight? I hungereth for waters And yonder, by the boarders, An oasis I longeth to reach I step forth The oasis dances backward! Is it the chase? Well, that’s mine case Oh mirage! Why art thou in sight….....

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On the feathers of the flowery heart I try to ignite the candle of spring I try to seize the light of a silent sigh I try to embrace the untold language I try to kiss the burning cold moon On the petals of withered tears I amble for the great poetic stream I search for a grave rhythmic verse I merge...

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Love’s not cynical; it’s real— Not some gamble, some spin-wheel deal. More like a flame, steady, even at night, Not just some spark to blur your sight. It’s a hand that holds tight when it’s fight or flight. Some people, though… have felt a love that’s twisted and cold, Caught in a web of lies that just won’t grow old. Smooth talk,...

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At first stare Looks like a lake Now, it's hot ditch....

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