Mocking Poems - Poems about Mocking

illusion of a palmful of pills and confirmation clicks for the make-believe bliss leave a mocking kiss on my delusional cheeks smile for the lover's hiss because everybody sleeps at the point the lies will blow out of your lips then he stopped caring without an early notice dry drawn hearts and unpaid fees forever comes a long road, difficult to...

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Flaunting bliss like a golden medal He struts about like a valiant prince, Frowning at every sensible locution: To mar and blemish and hurt and wince. He knows no sense Nor appreciates status, His bliss is supreme law: Brain's self-breaking hiatus. He’s doomed to total damnation And kisses that fact with glee; Beckoning his annihilation With feather-brained mirth. ...

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snow laughs as it falls one day it's sixty and then hail size snow pellets...

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Scintillating night shimmering between the stars darkness host flaunting loveliness concealing and exposes wield power encouraging serpentine walks to manifest themselves. The nascent scent of sandalwood flows, does it mock the dead. In the midst of midnight mystic twilight two lovebirds sing mid purple and mauve wisteria. Silence gently fades in an infinite cascade Warm fraternal embrace of a blazing moon Tension burst in...

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The splendorous span of my fervent firmament, twinkled with the tinsels of the cerulean night, where my yearning gleamed with transparent tinge, suffused with the sequins of the silver moon, sequestered within the stream of stardust. The beguiling breeze rippled in mesmeric moonbeam, with its cadence my heart beat danced, made the mystique motif of rapturous jewelry for my dreams...

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Mocking the dead, A man passed by kidjaga cemetery and saw some folks praying for the dead. He was so astonished and mocked the living ones as they seemed to be unintelligent in his eyes. "How do they pray for cadavers who cannot see and  listen? " He asked a woman who passed near by him, "they...

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Here I stand before hundreds of moss grown graves There is a mournful silence that extends Through the weed grown path, no traveller walks The place, some morbid warning portends Hush.... hush is this place, here no bird sings The wind here sighs in silent pain There is a muffled horror all around the place Even the leaves chant a sad refrain Here,...

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Mocking the dead has no rules We can play the dead for fools Wile away all those hours and days Debating the dead's unlearned ways We are so much more comms efficient The old ways of socialising were deficient Why make stuff like they used to back then The dead didn't have time for a box set or 10 The dead are...

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Living is mocking the dead, To dance while they rot instead, Each breath that we take Is a slap in the face Cause living is mocking the dead. Living is such a conundrum, Every human that lives is a flawed one, And we hardly deserve Our time on this earth So living is mocking the dead. As the dead rest their bones in...

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Pigeons, being Pigeons, Inadvertently Mock the dead As does the passing Stray dog. If left alone Children Will play among them Witnessed By a murder Of crows....

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Mocking the dead, the vampire on the hill, high above the cityscape. Why does his cloak wrap around? It moves with a hissing sound, blackened on the outside, blue on the molten graveside. Sharpening incisors on the crag, but the villagers with their worn rags tight fisted with their goodly lights - those lanterns, infused with salt of garlic, compelled forward in the dead of night. Mockers and...

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Mocking the dead, is that a thing? How many ways can one be disrespecting? Laws that cause offenders to be free? Rape kits that exist only to be not breached. Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide. Our forefathers could not ever predict We would be as disrespectful as this. Ancestors bones surely roll like river As the wicked become...

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Written: September 19, 2023 Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One "Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is where it all starts but it is not the end." By Poet. ____________________________________________________________ In a realm beyond the veil of life's stage, Once...

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MockingBird Mockingbird can't fly, Mockingbird can't sing, She's not allowed to do anything. Cold naked, all alone, in dark dirty room that, daddy calls her home. Strapped in a straitjacket, and chained to a chair, hosed down and beaten every day, never allowed...

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Sam Adams A lonely old man Was walking in the hills Near his house, Encountering mocking birds, Mocking him, chasing him. He ran down the path fleeing, Hearing omens of his pending doom...

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