Portrayal Poems - Poems about Portrayal

Through my unending vision, I look in her eyes to find pinks and reds blossom to life on the bed-sheet of roses that she, herself had woven by tiny threads of the vivid art her soul couldn’t express, but all her heart goes to a rose shrinking in a corner- A flower deprived of water and sun had been...

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On her face the portrayal: Was undeserved betrayal: While resting in mortuary; Later in her obituary. But her photo had come first: A scream-it-to-The World thirst. But I have my own challenge: What would finding a thing change? Lies that could break a strong heart: She’d shoplifted in a mart? Or whisper desultory Alleging adultery “Man had been a betrayer, Her face ‘not First Soothsayer…”...

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With awkward reach the strike of the pen has tipped the ink well splattering onto white paper, vanquishing the lyrics from the poet’s pen, scribbling vignettes of joy or strife, little stories-a slice of life. His pen shall not find its perfect labor scribed upon this miscued, defaced paper to define his words of fire or ice Though in this blot of ink a...

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“The Man,” Bruce Marciano is indeed blest with reaching-out roles midst spiritual zest encounter* sublime cautious of jest chime portraying Jesus Christ along grace** best. *“First aired on October 21, 2016, ‘The Encounter’ is an American television series with a Christian theme that ran the first season in 2016 and returned in 2020 with a second season.” **2Thessalonians 1:12 That...

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poetry p o r t r a y s prayer In Just a Few Words 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Joseph May July 13, 2021 ...

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Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal... Especially when giving cheeky badass blemished physiognomic reflection tricking me seeing displeasing likeness Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing his treasured invisible cutlass poised to strike, (where spiderlines instantaneously provoked, webbed, and frankly zapped shattering experience), whereby yours truly rendered unconscious to any pass hubble gratefully dead singed hair zombie straight away befriending image with him aforementioned christened...

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The hands of any architect could never create such an elegant craft. Perfection was carefully embedded into her soul; something no man could ever define or construct. Her lovely display will never have been portrayed on paper; No artist could ever discover a canvas adequate enough to lay down her masterpiece or even begin tracing her silhouette. Hoping one could endure her...

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My last wish to the night sky; To join your portrayal amongst the stars. My mind meanders into your luminescent epitome, For which I shall grow weary before accompanying soon after the sun sets, and summer fire flies will make their way to my delight, capturing deliberate flashes of green when I am not able to see it in your eyes. But the...

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I see a beam of light coming from the little hole of the broken window I sit alongside the window & stretch my hand to unlatch it It creaks when I struggle to open it It is my grand maa’s partially illuminated & restful room within the serene valleys There is an old grain storage wooden box & old...

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Sitting with the moon ablaze once again. Dark, Lonely, Awkward Silence. Thoughts racing rapidly throughout my head. Time ticks away as my heart beats faster. Alone and scared for the future. The Hypocritical society is faced with no escape. Money will always be a key to ones downfall. The root of all evil. The crisis...

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