Short Dissembling Poems
Short Dissembling Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dissembling by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dissembling by length and keyword.
A Path Fraught With Fear
A path fraught with fear
craven cowardice
trembling, dissembling unsettling
Hovering high above the highest hill
beyond Imagination's borders
Out of reach, out of touch, unaligned
Hope's lost highway hesitant
arriving ahead of time
illusions intricate, impotent
'Home' - why do we delay...
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Categories:
dissembling, anxiety, fear, home, imagination,
Form:
Alliteration
Lampoon the Form
Will liberty ring out again
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory
is respect just a word
spoken,but never heard
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when when will ego bend the knee
the victim is not me
my friend my friend it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly woke sounds our culture's death knell....
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Categories:
dissembling, culture,
Form:
Sonnet
An Epitaph
Will liberty ring out again,
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies;
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory,
is respect just a word,
spoken,but never heard:
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when ,when, will ego bend the knee,
the victim is not me
my friend,my friend,it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly sounds,our culture's death knell....
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Categories:
dissembling, angst, political, social
Form:
Sonnet
Woke and Freedom's Voice
Will liberty ring out again
beneath the cries of human rights
can freedom's name survive,
dissembling and lies
Will duty from its prison flee
throw off its shackled memory
is respect just a word
spoken,but never heard
How long,how long 'til I becomes thee ?
when when will ego bend the knee
the victim is not me
my friend my friend it's we.
Who rings this bell of liberty
truly woke sounds our culture's death knell.
| Year Posted 2010...
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Categories:
dissembling, freedom, spoken word,
Form:
Sonnet
Losing My Memory
LOSING MY MEMORY
Factual material
In dissembling separate realms
Different lots at an auction sale
Of a lifetime
Purchased with precious time
Time wasted ;
Now with instinct feelings
All disassembled
And greater than the separate parts.
Jumbled in the lumber room of memory
Lots of material -
And volumes are increasingly
Missing from my shelves.
I know I had them once
But they’re gone :
Sometimes in the illogic of sleep
They return momentarily....
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Categories:
dissembling, memory,
Form:
Imagism