Short Pretenses Poems
Short Pretenses Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pretenses by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pretenses by length and keyword.
Stripped of all pretenses
Naked as the light of day
Sensual, au natural look
Appealing in every way
~ Chiquita Banana, Ole!
Nothing less than false pretenses
Different folks, strokes, different faces
Breaking my heart into pieces
Hurting big time in all places
nothing to prove to my friends or foes
true friends know my worth, heart and soul
a woman in Heaven's light
love showers my garden
no pretenses
child of God
mother
wife
The real me is what you read here
No pretenses, no need to put on airs
What you see is all there is
Gosh, golly, gee whiz
Used to be deeper but now a little weird
Put on the mask and waltz
Pretend you’re someone else
Play the mind game. Flirt with
Pretty dames in the hall
Praise their glow of starlight,
Painting words made for fools!
Time t'was the ol' Cap'n for me
Them Crunchberries coated my teeth
Once I came to my senses
Granola's pretenses
hugged me to firm grounding beneath.
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Ahoy there!
(for PD's 'test)
fish eye lenses
pretenses
all the worlds a stage
we are merely pretenders
triple entendre
RUSH to see
the Moving Pictures
cry as they go by
taken away
from tonight's
Limelight
~JSL
Witches' words come to pass with two senses:
One brings you light, dark can't dare its fences,
While the other can't resist-
Its seeker off light's assist,
Chasing endless feats to bar's pretenses.
And we stand here as time fades
Everything dilates
And we finally see each other
This is hell
I am raw and open
Vulnerable and exposed
I am imperfect and you are perfection
All my pretenses stripped away
And i finally admit
I could never be good enough for you
The perfume wonderful _what scent is that?
Splendid Wisteria's presence captures my senses
Oblivion to all duty on love's scent get fat
Purer than cleaned glass my thoughts; weakened defenses
The perfume_ wonderful_love's Wisteria no pretenses
Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets
suburbs undaunted
available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses
soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter
Soldier stashed a silver locket
Safe inside his jacket pocket
When the war would numb his senses
He’d break down and drop pretenses
Open up the only token
That recalled those thoughts unspoken
Images of infant, young wife
For their freedom, he’d give his life
Caught in the moment,
under an influenced mind,
unhindered judgment,
everything’s fine.
No fear for any consequences,
actions put into motion,
uninhibited pretenses,
fuelled by alcoholic emotions.
Caught in the moment,
you thought no one would see,
unhindered judgment,
until someone told me….
My emotions are explosive.
My pretenses are relegated
to the depths.
I cannot my feelings
anymore conceal.
Let me come in and
share your heavenlies
and tumults with you.
Tomorrow never comes.
Let me this day your
swift response hear.
Or else in suspense
I'll live and die
countless before the
much awaited moment.
BEAUTIFUL VICTORIES---
Something coming over me
A continued victory
Blinded eyes open, now I see
This sweet victory
Gracious going free
My heart is open merrily
Seeking ever pretenses journeys
This pleasant victory
I thank my God for these beautiful
Beautiful victories
11/30/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
We all like to live
In our delusions,
With all the little
Things we want to be
True.
We like to believe
That everything is
Fine
Normal
(And if nothing else)
Will be alright.
They say that acting
Takes passion,
But all it takes is
Pain.
The world is our stage
And we must perform
To convince the audience
That all is well
In this play.
We need to be careful
We need to be watchful
The way they look
The way they behave
That quirky smile
That signs and signals
That anger and hatred
That hints and cracks
Their Evil Ego
Their underlings and false pretenses could be the dawnings of death.
Note. Body language is the index of mind.
Lesson. Underworld is the world of demons.
Whimsical wisps of forever fantastical feelings
Pass passionate purple periwinkle pretenses
Uniformed unicorns unleash underpass of Unitarianism
Alluding alluring angst of alliterative adjectives
Enticing exciting, enthusiastic enjoyable encounters
Imagining illustrious intuitive intrusions of indigo,
Providing playfully pleasurable poetic people’s poetry.
We exist in ourselves with multiple connections
We earthly move as, I, me, mine/ fictional
pretenses all together as a trio of one.
We enliven our ancestors in every
aspect of past life overtures.
In physical death we are surrounded
by/with every eternal loved one, as they
patiently wait in their spiritual wings, eagerly
awaiting to celebrate our ethereal homecoming.
Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.
Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse.
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his life.
I strive to smelt my feelings in a crucible of art,
I plunge them into tears until the hissing starts;
And after they are cooling, then I hammer them with zeal:
A rapier forged of supple, double-edged poetic steel.
I lunge it at my enemies imagined…usually,
Or raise it in salute to valiant friends, so loyally,
Or turn the weapon on myself, then finally
To stab my pretenses, skewered with “Why me?”
verdant sprouts shoot forth from the freshly quenched earth.
All welcome the rebirth and rising of souls.
Archaic walls crumble. Who knows the true worth
of faith, no pretenses, of waning control?
An unnamed blessing, we cast off our burdens,
to emerge from sleep behind opaque curtains.
Rain nurtures the tender seedlings beneath soil.
With light, dusty land will bear fruit from our toil.
Now it’s Roethlisberger versus Rodgers
To escape sacks, they’ll have to be dodgers
Two very strong defenses
Big egos and pretenses
When the ball’s caught, they’ll try to dislodge her
There are only 60 minutes to play
But these games last four hours anyway
Referee calls disputed
Jeers from the crowd unmuted
But the instant replays will save the day
Entry for Royal Trevino's contest
You are the rose
that filters my air with fatal fragrance
yet saturates with sweetness all my senses.
Yours are the thorns that dug deep
and scarred my heart,
now healed by your love with no pretenses.
You are that rose
of which love songs are sung
and with which gardens do grow.
You are my rose.
My eyes behold your beauty.
My lips tingle by your touch.
You are my valentine rose.
I love you, oh, so much.
Barack cool as a schooner in wind
Anchored his vision to the sky
Rinse the blue and uncloud his mind
Rose up sweetly, bloom to defy
Ancient customs screening light
Callous suppositions on human rights
Kindle a candle on his bow
Omniscient one, keep this orison for him
Black as the night but better to show
Africa's star on the Atlantic brim
Mending fences, sweeping pretenses away
Allow him to bring his cargo into bay.