Short Perfidious Poems
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As the sand washed shore
By crystalline ocean waves
Are the memories
Unfounding many deceits
Perfidious hope to heart
Unchecked passions of the flesh, unbearable suffering bring to one’s soul!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 May 2016
*My today’s Monoku is inspired by Silent One’s poem: Perfidious Insidious Master
When one lets himself freely, victim to addiction to become, God's trust betrays!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 May 2016
*My today’s Monoku is inspired by Silent One’s poem: Perfidious Insidious Master
Perfidious infamy
Designs derogatory
Promotion of anti-culture
Nomenclatural delinquency
Advance ultimate heresy
Sub-humanic conclave
Intentions for a world grave
Noisesome clutch of vultures.
©Joe Maverick 7-6-2022
Longing to possess
belongings of fellowman.
Perfidious unseen want
enrobed in sweetness.
Treachery rooted deep down.
Stealing begins in the heart.
One of The Seven Deadly Sins ' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
October 16, 2018
(Matthew 15:19)
Love should have its place among
those virtues that humans value,
but perfidious dudes scoff at
sentimentality!
What's the irony in this....
is it me that idiot
who shows his full devotion
by being faithful?
Copyright ( c ) 20015 by Andrew Crisci
Fascism
Totalitarianism
Authorism
Drawing out side the line, makes one trapped outside an unlawful state.
As your state magistrates are filled with implorable hate.
Full of perfidious traits.
Picking on minorities, women, and small children.
An extension of your proposition.
SOMBRE SWANS
Once I could
twitter like a
lark at the
world; now I
must muddle my
words with the
immensity of
granite; I have
no more playoffs
left to play with
my sombre swans
sashay through
the perfidious
hours like a shroud
© Kim van Breda—26 June 2014
An alm-timed good deed
got evilly rewarded
The saintly gesture, labor of love
was given a
perfidious payment
Death by dissimulation
uttered a bullet cry
Good Samaritan intentions
was given a
hot metal, cold evil eye
A warm welcoming, kind-hearted try
was given a
glowing halo goodbye
It
is
not we
who are the foolish
laying our hearts open to love
When sorrow is our portion and our heart has a hole
our great folly lies in allowing a perfidious fool to taint our trusting soul
I am hot, I am cold
I am love, I am hate
I am loyal, I am perfidious
I am beautiful, I am ugly
I am filled, I am empty
I am confident, I am insecure
I am bold, I am fearful
I am courageous, I am a coward
I am desirable, I am unwanted
I want more, I want to give up
I guess I'm two-faced
~Ms. Affection - March 20, 2021
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the years have added
to my patina in ways
that were not pre-approved
they crept up
one saggy whimper
one tiny wrinkle at a time
sly and sneaky
perfidious and insidious
emphatically inclined
till one day barely recognizable
the years took their toll
adding much to my patina
AP: 3rd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022
Fitness freaks fake friends,
Who want wit weighs war...
Against age and acts;
Hopeless help heightened.
Invalid aim fends,
A perfidious sore-
Words, deny its facts...
Memories sure tightened;
Slipping in-out sight,
Of shameless mind's frame
Beeping off insight,
Wishing faults reclaim:
Peaceful glumly past,
Now endures contrast.
They asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
The petals
unforgiving to the touch
with fragile strength
cloak a secret centre
Their elusive lustre glimpsed for but a moment
Then quelled in this perfidious place
How earnestly they droop their sombre heads
As lifeless stalks lie limp on burnished wood
And they asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
yearning years yawned
plying punctured pawn
voluptuous vein shriek
taking taunted tier
porous passion perforated
hoisted hankering hibernated
callous conspiracy crowed
gaunt crest cloned
feeble flesh flown
bounty blitzkrieg bruised
dark dribbles drooled
perfidious age pruned
sumptuous syllables seeped'n
crumbling cruising creed.
'20:04:05:11:51
Note: Of Kanta Roy, a fellow poet, a distant mother.
Should I speed my loving shafts, to see
them penetrate the blind periphery
of your happy unawareness,
Would you slam, with horror and with haste,
your portals of defence, with much distaste
at the wiles of such unfairness?
Or would those fragile barbs release sweet gall,
to rouse from slumberous state some answering call,
as one in sleep caressed -
Perfidious seeping of love’s wanton balm
to activate sweet turmoil in that calm
and brutal torpor in your breast.