Pretending Poems - Poems about Pretending

Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most, though, has to be the cross street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jacksons house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go...

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Each morning drifts like mist— soft, uncertain, but somewhere in its hush, I feel the weight of something turning dark nearby. I once imagined this place would be still, that the walls would not echo with things unsaid. But peace, it seems, is not something we always share. Patterns repeat— whispers circling like wind in a cage. The days loop like shadows on the same old path, a wheel that...

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I run after a shadow, not quite mine, but one I want to be. Perfect in my eyes, not so perfect in others’. Trying to change because of judgment you’d never expect. In fact, it is true people whisper and hate. But years will pass, and they will learn their own flaws are just as clear. We all chase shadows, sometimes close enough, but some dreams aren’t meant to catch and that’s how...

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I slept through the apocalypse I woke up and all that was intact was me My parents are gone And as I look outside... Nothing is left. All that's left is me The sky is gold And the sun won't shine The clouds are wisps of magic The flowers debloom Becoming bushes of thorns Breaking the illusion of delicacy Butterflies hurl themselves at the glass, Ravenous, winged things...

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I've said it before. I'll say it again. You don't have to be what you've always been. There's always the choice to break all your chains Or give in to fear, in bondage remain. So many will live content with their lot, Pretending to be somebody they're not. Looking at life it's amazing to see Those choosing to live in complacency. Who give...

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Pretending He was good at pretending He manipulated to get his way She was hopelessly in love with him Until she started to see through The lies, the schemes, the shady deeds He was all about money, all about the green Yet because her pockets were empty He couldn’t take anything from her So he turned her into a...

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What they condemn publicly They secretly admire What they despise publicly They secretly respect They're so deceiving Acting cunning and it's not funny. They're so crispy Very and always crafty Attaining anything with deceit Always trampling on another They're very cunning Pretending to be authentic Even when their intentions ain't genuine. They're so cunning Forgetting the companion They're always...

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One moment they’re perfect, The next they turn their backs When you start lining up All the red flags. When they start it will be like a dream, Thinking its good when Their intentions turn mean. You won’t see the truth about who they really are. You’ll keep up the excuses For why they are the lowest bar. They have no...

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I'm looking back in time, it doesn't strike me straight away I'm too intrigued to see those faces once again. A small group of six apparently happy relatives posed on a hilltop somewhere with aerial view of fields behind. With all the knowledge I have it occurs to me that these smiles they wear were really masks and beneath were the concerns of holding...

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A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He tugged at some oversized hood Like a monk struggling to damper the candles for nighttimes prayers Answered with a monotone of shadows nod The passing friend...

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Simultaneity Of life and death A story of not two.. A story because Words are stories Implying separation.. The story pretends To express that which Cannot be expressed.. Including these words... Pretending... ...

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Why pretending mostly ? " I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land                   of pretend, "he said.                some people hide they lives situations to avoid some gossipers and blackmailers who have big mouths and evil hearts. sometimes some trusted                    people...

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a gorgeous Eiffel tower is in the background of Peachtree Boulevard We know it is not THE Eiffel tower, but it is amazing to see anyway Atlanta Georgia has a flair all her own, her desserts are legend. Hostas, foxglove, azaleas and wisteria trees line this piece of heaven. I am lured into a pretty café with crepe myrtle...

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I began faking a smile at 10 Although I never cried in front of others, I stopped showing all feelings By age 12 my friend began self harm Thinking about it was as far as I ever got To be honest the only reason I never got beyond the thought was my brother By age 14 I moved away...

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Stop pretending your racism is patriotism Stop pretending your sexism is natural Stop pretending your homophobia is healthy heterosexuality Stop pretending your evangelical orthodoxy isn't xenophobia Stop pretending your traumatic patriarchalism doesn't justify and sanctify therapeutic womanism Stop pretending your monotheism isn't, once the veil of dualism is lifted, predative anthro-supremacism. Try remembering that silent gifts, like grace, and redemption from hypocrisy, are a lifetime healthcare process, co-redemptive journey, dance into integrity compassion pleasure curiosity....

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