Short Conspirators Poems
Short Conspirators Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Conspirators by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Conspirators by length and keyword.
The air hold’s it’s breath
waiting for you to decide.
Change conspirators,
define that reputation
or let each second slide by.
Bury your gems,
Hide your wealth,
Across the commonwealth,
Map out your co-conspirators,
And paintings on the walls,
Speak to each one,
About what is going on.
Form:
I don’t know if it is what
the cold does to us
or what we have in common
that makes the chill
sometimes a paralysis?
A wintry blast deep
inside of us—then the thought
that, perhaps, on some
frozen plane of existence
we are co-conspirators….
grabs a hat from the hatstand
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles
through waxing moonlit gossamer
and warms the trees of dusk
The church is small.
The paint
peels
in disciplined flakes.
Candles lean toward each other
like conspirators.
I light one
for reasons I cannot defend.
The flame trembles,
but remains.
Outside,
the wind practices disbelief.
Inside,
wax insists on hope.
Caesar preferred to be quietly interred
But to Antony his friend he deferred --
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred
Spurred them on with the passion of his words
Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --
They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
OCULDESTINATE
The esoteric cabal
A sinister secret
To illuminate or to fall
Effuse the real or the counterfeit
To notice it at all
Illusory uncloaked
UNVEIL
DISSEMBLEVile concealment
Conspirators provoked
Imposters fail to ressemble
False pretense fall flagrant
Historical hoax
Macabre Jokes
What a world,I find myself,
stagnant pools in wait engulfs
.....a vortex of negativity
the positive having to face such enmity...
Feeling the need to escape strangulation
surrounded by those whom enforce diminution
evil conspirators against loving transition
....only looking to exchange positions...
Bait and switch of a different kind,
as evil pursuance destroys the mind...
The decisive die is cast
No rule is hard and fast
The Rubicon crossed and more
The Senate and other arms in tow
The Queen bee not to be rocked
Drones in hives,locked
The Emperor not at all shocked
As food reserves, de-stocked
The last Act and scene unfold
The conspirators, the Emperor scold
Daggers drawn; they await their fill
He gasps "and you, Brutus?" as they seal the kill
I writ a poem while in the loo
Not busy, nothing else to do
I writ it on some toilet paper
Recapturing some of a lost night’s caper
It seem so quickly things go wrong
Woke up this morning in a thong
Somehow it seems to fit just right
Not too loose, not too tight
My co-conspirators will give me thanks
When I fill in those missing blanks
OH, someone pounding on the door
The paper’s gone, I’ll write no more
S-eptember fifteenth morn,
H-azy night has passed by;
E-vening shadows are gone,
R-ays are shining in the sky.
R-ight there in the meadow
Y-ews are evergreen;
L-eaves of grass are swaying in the one beautiful scene.
P-en and pad of mine
A-re both conspirators;
S-oothing sentences written
C-omfort you in gentle force.
U-se the special moment
A-s a tool to ease your mind;
L-et your heart and soul leave the sorrow far behind.
Don’t say anything sharp lest the implication cut…
Search bar complicity,
Algorithm conspirators,
Digital manipulators,
Bending law to suit perversion,
Our sexualised youth,
Internet fed,
Corporate political lies,
Dressed as a lifestyle;
Undressed,
Exploitation as a business model,
The fifteen year old bikini model,
Jailbreak Jailbait,
Enter Ai,
Prompt; Undress…wave morality goodbye.
End…
by D.N. Read2026©
The spirit or the flesh?
They are really one-in-the-same,
internals and externals of creation --
the face read-out of our
inner clockworks --
to review
man, his myriad of entangled
relationships, is to begin to understand
The Politics of Satan vs God
We can fool the Soulless press, often
co conspirators in illusion -- Truth
more likened to the quizzical eyes
of children~ amazed, confounded,
and then, lost....
I have never
personally seen,
but have
listened to the
arguments about the
existing evidence,
Although who these
scholars are,
is beyond my
comprehension.
It seems clear to me
that conspirators
within all
manner of this
planetary existence,
Have told blatant
lies about what is
true
and what is
not.
And so, the majority
of my co-habitors
are spending
their entire
existence living a
life based on
complete and utter
falacy.
a weapon. symbol. tool. nemesis.
a thing of beauty, creation, pain.
stained with ink, or blood.
delicate. broken. rough.
ivory. pink. brown. black.
hands of carpenters,
artists,
lovers,
conspirators.
feeding lust, feeding hunger.
slipped into crisp white gloves, woolen mittens, silky stockings.
betrayal.
holding bouquets of white roses,
or silver blades.
lifting cigarettes, joints, cocktails.
pulling triggers.
painting grotesque monstosity.
soothing,
delicate,
betrayal.
Outside the Pyramid I saw a hologram;
very certain it wasn't a man-made program.
The hologram displayed ghostly images
similar to the ones in Thoth's pages.
Lo and behold!
hieroglyphs of gold!
They were brilliant,
even in the night!
The hologram seemed to have a soul,
igniting the hieroglyphs on pillars so tall.
Messages from beyond,
seemed to scream on our land.
The conspirators of time seemed to awaken
us from the sleep we were forsaken....
Date: 11/04/2016