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.


A Tired Beast

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?
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Premium Member she was artificially unnatural

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

Kindred Spirit

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

Honesty and Hypocrisy

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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Finding Faith

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
Form: Rhyme


Kaun

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
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