Short Phoniness Poems
Short Phoniness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Phoniness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Phoniness by length and keyword.
Like a hungry vampire, pursues me loneliness
Scarier than sharp canines for me human phoniness
I feel myself a tired beast in the jungle
Which life has driven into a blind angle
But is calling ahead brutal struggle
Who knows - if will find me buddle?
Categories:
phoniness, anger,
Form:
Romanticism
she was artificial
a counterfeit human being
her phoniness is unreal
uncalled for and unnecessary
there is an unnatural feeling about her
her words come across as lies
she is stiff, unkind and unbending
something horrible must have happened to her
at one time or another
Categories:
phoniness, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Kindred Spirit do you call me?
How could this be?
Many years of loneliness
Here with no phoniness
Enlightened by your humane spirit
Permeating my being every minute
Until our souls slowly become one
The saga for love is won
Kindred Spirit filled with peace
Stay with me-Our love will not cease
MAR 10-27-19
Categories:
phoniness, love,
Form:
Free verse
Honesty's the best policy.*
Tolerance is hypocrisy.
Does the peace of mind lie in this:
"To be in good terms with the friends
And tolerate the enemies"?†
Oh, no! It's but mere phoniness.
The lice of a frank, fatal foe
Are far nobler than a fake friend.
2.23.2024
Notes
* An English proverb
† Proverbial lines by Hafez
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Categories:
phoniness, culture,
Form:
Blank verse
Tell me today you love me
Whisper in my ear you care
Take me on a whirlwind ride
Take me into your life and share
Help me see what you see
Show me how life is all roses
Teach me how to stand on my own
And that my phoniness was in my poses
Explain how you can love one and all
When our nature is to conquer and kill
Help me see your vision My Lord
And turn my despair into your thrill
Categories:
phoniness, faith, hope, inspirational, lifeme, life, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
They sanctioned phoniness in Kaun,
the abode of the sexy stone,
Isaac's,
a man like James Johnson,
grew delusional,
longing for a super match,
idyllic as a woman without a "Most High",
in a green-white-green vest,
on a self fulfiling field of play
Over a town of wellbeing,
a strange opinionatedness hanged,
as the ideal temperature,
rustling bones,
like an omen of amen,
dandling,
homeowner's masculinity of enjoyment
They sanctioned atmosphere in Kaun,
a concrete ground
Categories:
phoniness, celebrity, culture, desire, eulogy, word play,
Form:
Free verse