Puppeteer Poems - Poems about Puppeteer

Long forbidding fingers dig deep in, Appearing black contrast on pale skin, The puppeteer directs your gaze, A brief view but the vision stays, Ruinous renderings plague the brain, His dark imprint now shall remain....

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The players enter the arena to battle out their mind But we already know that only one will survive Four friends fight over rumors that spread Let us the audience see how their relationship will end 1. The Goddess The leader of the friends and the leader of the school Everyone in this room is a victim of her rule However, her...

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A carpenter nails boards together The architect envisions the house The laborer sweeps up the progress A poet positions each stanza in the framework of the universe... The sun smiles, the moon yawns the stars wink ...

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The puppeteer should be fun, As they manipulate their puppets, One by one. The puppeteer hides, As he pulls the strings, To make the puppet, Do anything its capable to, Unfortunately, its talents are very few. The puppet entirely depends, On who is pulling the strings, At the other end. Have we become the puppets, Dangling on that string? Dancing up and down, Like a spiral spring? While listening to...

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A puppeteer, you may call it, the master of manipulation. All his fingers hold the knots, to the cracks in your foundation. Hidden by your tall, lean shadow, he lurks behind your back; forward, with every move you make, warlock takes his attack. Each digit fidgets suddenly, and your body seems to twitch; the hands of time stop ticking now, trapped in by the witch. The only...

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He looked out at those who had gathered before his small stage. Amidst this noisy, crowded market, full of bright cloths, and fragrant foods, they were his audience. They stood, or sat in the dusty market place, surrounded, and at times jostled by merchants, browsers, pack mules, or horse drawn drays. He realised that they...

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A shadow puppet lurks, manipulated like a mental marionette, Creeping from the depths of my subconscious. The voice I hear, is no longer mine. Lusty demons I’d not forgot Come laughing back with sinister thought. Gashes, scars upon my heart Tear tender wrists apart. Indian summer cannot hinder October’s black internal winter....

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In last night’s dream I found One million strings Holding up things And to my hands they were bound So suddenly I became The head puppeteer For the new year Although each thread looked the same Which meant every decision On our whole globe Was mine to probe But I lacked moral vision Plus my weak hands loved to shake As the world stood still Until I found the...

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In life, we are the puppeteers till the promise of death unfolds we journey the story untold for the spectators’ eyes and ears The job is to entertain and stir the audience till time goes old in life we are the puppeteers till the promise of death unfolds The ventriloquist, we yet to meet the foolish, the joker, the voice, the bold yet still...

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Can you comprehend the surveillance? Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll Your existence in cadence with its animation Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade If only mortification was your apparatus Feasible would be your liberation To fracture your damnation of kismet Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance Of my...

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Pull my strings, or I can't walk. Pull my lever, so I can talk. Made of plastic, with no heart. As you wish, to tear apart. Put me back, on my shelf. I am no good, by myself. Round and round, so we go. You pull my strings, that's all I know....

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I hate you. Does that bother you? I hate that I care enough to hate you. I hate that you make me over think things. Do you care? I can’t stand knowing that you don’t. I despise the way you creep in and take over As if I’m your puppet. I hate how I always let you hurt me. Do you try...

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Am I destined to be your puppet? Will I ever be the puppeteer? Do I even have a chance to measure up? Or will I forever be drowning in my fears? You’ve captured me in your shadow I’ll always chase your ghost I’m a prisoner to who you used to be Maybe that’s what I miss the most. Follow me, I beckon To a...

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She's running toward the light. She's chased it all her life. She wants it all to end so bad, But she will never reach salvation. She sold her soul. He tricked her. The master of deception. The puppeteer. She thought he wanted more, More than just her mind, But that's all he wanted, To put strings attached. She has to break free, Before he comes. She must cut the...

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