Puppet Poems - Poems about Puppet

I watched a man play with a spider On the end of it's own web the other day Curious How what keeps one safe Can be another's play toy - Playing you like a puppet, Moving to its masters every whim The question is Who is the puppet and who is the master?...

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I did not mean to chain myself to a desk It’s gorgeous outside; I realize I am missing it I take my notebook and dogs, and we sit in the sun I am poetry’s puppet....

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He was a puppet master She was a willing marionette We might get married he lied She loved the idea They were together for fifty-two years He is the love of my life she told everyone Never married, for he was forever single His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive...

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Unelected billionaire, Puppeteering the POTUS... Money-stringing corruption: A democratic country, Lunching its democracy:-...

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His strings are wrapped in murderous hands. He mouths the words his master commands. Hate and violence was his warm-up act; He's made a deal with a demon's pact. A nation bows its head in shame But American voters are to blame. You thought to grab the brass ring And sold your soul to the puppet king. February 28, 2025...

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From "rare earth for aid" to blank check security guarantee, Zelensky recently made a series of blind concession to Trumpery, who trumpeted long and long for a "peace" deal with the invader. Everybody has a clear judgement that buckling to such crapola will wipe out all of Ukraine's previous resistance efforts and prostrate their strength...

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I am an air sign; two of my daughters are too. We are mercurial, windswept, free floating, flexible Easy to get along with, none of us resolute about anything Pliable, good listeners, willing to hear other sides. My oldest daughter is a water sign; she has absolute ideas. She was a Captain in the Air Force, she wants things her...

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Come watch the puppets dance Like there's ants in their pants They go where the wind blows In the show of all shows Each one dances and sings Cuz they can't see the strings Onward mile after mile While the puppeteers smile...

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i wake up in a body that is not mine who tied these strings to my bones and made me dance -– there are eyes i cannot see but they see me whispersofverses.com for more i guess they weigh me down with their silence with their judgment -– the mirror whispers you are not enough not the face not the heart not the soul it spits back what i already know -– how do you live when your shadow feels...

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A well-seasoned witch, so there's a lot I have the power to do I can be a nightmare - or I can be a wet dream for you I can sabotage you and make you lose - or I can make you win I can shower you with blessings - or cover you in shadowy sin I can punish...

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Once again they lie, Once again, they spin their tale, My instincts whispered long ago. Underestimated, as always, it sails, Through currents of pretense they choose to throw. They undermine, as though it's blind, Do they think It doesn't understand? A child's mind, they seem to find, Easy prey...

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Lifeless puppet Broken strings Collecting dust And other things...

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Come late to the party and what will be left? Putin's puppet and our Democracy's theft....

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satin sheets slide off the desk notes fall softly like petals as the Maestro humms along the symphony directing each movement Summer shimmers Luna glistens through shiny panes the puppet master raises the silence hands charter the poignant sensually inked in mind the words flutter in the throat rising like nightingale wings singing to the Maestro's feathery quill is an angel falling racing across the ecstacy along the...

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Pain stitches the smile Facade that becomes a mask Strings hold the pieces The invisible not seen But the blood makes it okay...

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