Puppeteers Poems - Poems about Puppeteers

When they break in. Weave me back together Love threaded spindle heart; Needle tongue Stringing me up like puppeteers; Keeping these pieces of my heart together....

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How supreme the images portray Painted in only white canvases on display No vibrant pigments of differences Cultures or brush strokes of excellences How dull the mind of multitudes Who judge the immigrants of other latitudes Following paths of leaders lacking adequacy Yet blindly believing their unproficiency High disdain for diversity Deficient dignity while prevailing in emigrant adversity No remorse or conviction disturbs their prosperity While...

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What if our reasoned language can’t provide any answers —what if time isn’t real What if the thoughts that we have are embedded distractions —what if reflection conceals What if the feelings engendered are like puppeteers strings —what if truth doesn’t dance What if the past and tomorrow ...

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Wars and crimes, Hunger and thirst, Sad for the world, My heart bursts. Holding onto hope by my fingertips, Drinking polluted water by sips. Blood of the wounded, Blood of the dead, Blood of the innocent on their heads. My mother's tears, My father's fears, All in the hands of the puppeteers. So much grief, So much sorrow, How can I face another tomorrow? The seas are sick. The fish die. The...

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Puppeteers In cavalcades of bulletproof cocoons all aspects of our lives they can control they own all that you have except your soul the sharply suited pipers call the tunes. Exchanging every privilege and boon, in freedom's name to dominate, their goal, unleash fierce ordinance to take it's toll fruits of their machinations now lie strewn. Far off, survivors of their bombs and guns crouch...

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Sit and listen to the screams of a child, Fear the glowing green of eyes so wild. Burning auburn strands that lick across the sky, A flowing river red slipping from her eye. Rose fetid lips drawn apart with pain, Drowned by the thunder that's singing to the rain. Her silence is found with one last painful kiss, So bitter the poison thats led her soul amiss. Mascara mixing ash drawn upon...

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soon i will be less tired all toenails are grassy green both my big toes have yellow puss oozing from them i have been walking since before dawn it is now half past midnight, and i am nowhere near home there was a time when i could listen to her heartbeat and everything was immediately okay there was a time when...

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A force of evil with ruling hand Holds the world within it's grasp and command Watched bythe all seeing eye Autocratic no compromise Driven by power and greed Dictate to the masses What they must head Wolfsin sheeps clothing Tied to the devils heel Control the governments puppets Peptuate and turn historys Revolving wheel. Peter Dome. copyright.2013....

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Awakening lashes on midnight silk in burning ashes the remnants of guilt My wings tied by the forces behind my feet to the fire a lover in my mind . ”... Where am I now…” ~I’m awake somehow . Breathing in the dark is a fire side sound Stirring the sheets a fingerless touch Will I fall to pleasure or soar to the ground Sensations beyond what I care to confess I submit to...

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We hang from the sky Strings work our fate We’re in a dancing light But we forget the day We’re pulled to the sun Into the burning heat We try to hold on But strings move our feet What when will come? When we can’t shield our eyes We’re too close to the sun And we’re too far from our night With burning strings We fall to the...

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