Short Puppeteers Poems
Short Puppeteers Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Puppeteers by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Puppeteers by length and keyword.
Moving Shadows Against the Clouds
Marionettes and puppeteers
Moving shadows
Against these
Peppermint clouds...
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Categories:
puppeteers, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Senryu 8-1-2016
Senryu 8/1/2016
strings fray slowly
puppeteers ignore
life’s failing steps
John G. Lawless...
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Categories:
puppeteers, age, life,
Form:
Senryu
The Last Organ Grinder
Like puppeteers
organ grinders will always exist;
there can never be a last;
there’s an endless supply of monkeys,
and sheep....
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Categories:
puppeteers, animal,
Form:
Tanka
Solace
When they break in.
Weave me back together
Love threaded spindle heart;
Needle tongue
Stringing me up like puppeteers;
Keeping these pieces of my heart together....
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Categories:
puppeteers, appreciation, heartbreak, heartbroken, loneliness, loss, lost, lost
Form:
Free verse
River Lines Hidden Within
I know not where the water springs,
drips and drops, spurts and squirts melded
and aligned into flows downstream
trickling, merging to babbling brook
The myriads of river line sources
are hidden within, like puppeteers strings...
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Categories:
puppeteers, river,
Form:
Free verse
Zombies
Zombies,
walking amongst the undead.
Mindless,
no thoughts in our heads.
Waking,
to a daily dread.
Puppeteers,
controlling without strings.
Humans,
who fall for everything.
Giants,
crushing like fleas.
We,
who are to blind to see.
When,
did we become Zombies?...
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Categories:
puppeteers, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
I do not know?
The Puppeteers In the Shadows
A force of evil with ruling hand
Holds the world within it's grasp
and command
Watched bythe all seeing eye
Autocratic no compromise
Driven by power and greed
Dictate to the masses
What they must head
Wolfsin sheeps clothing
Tied to the devils heel
Control the governments puppets
Peptuate and turn historys
Revolving wheel.
Peter Dome. copyright.2013....
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Categories:
puppeteers, angst, history, political,
Form:
Free verse
The Return of Freedom
Media muppets lie,
a hand rides up their back;
What disaster this brings;
An empty plastic smile
as puppeteers pull strings;
Media muppets lie,
following each demand;
Mere mindless foot soldiers;
They don’t see the people,
only what the goal is;
Media muppets lie,
they always have a choice;
Cut the strings and go rogue;
The return of freedom,
bring back what was in vogue....
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Categories:
puppeteers, emotions, feelings, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Monchielle Stanza
The Puppeteers Strings
What if our reasoned language
can’t provide any answers
—what if time isn’t real
What if the thoughts that we have
are embedded distractions
—what if reflection conceals
What if the feelings engendered
are like puppeteers strings
—what if truth doesn’t dance
What if the past and tomorrow
are death to the moment
—what if it’s all just a trance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)...
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Categories:
puppeteers, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
The Puppeteer
In life, we are the puppeteers
till the promise of death unfolds
we journey the story untold
for the spectators’ eyes and ears
The job is to entertain and stir
the audience till time goes old
in life we are the puppeteers
till the promise of death unfolds
The ventriloquist, we yet to meet
the foolish, the joker, the voice, the bold
yet still synchronized with the man who holds
the string till the dawning is near
in life, we are the puppeteers...
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Categories:
puppeteers, life,
Form:
Rondeau
In Disguise
Raising the walls
around you, you started
a ritual of placing a single
rose on the tomb daily.
Trapped in the blues,
there was a killer instinct
to destroy the self.
I become a flame,
passing through the flesh
eroding the body’s mystique.
The ravage words
now sleep. A dying
moon will set the
night free.
It was an invasion by
deathless roots at night.
A slow music starts by puppeteers
to undo the potter’s field.
Satish Verma...
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Categories:
puppeteers, art,
Form:
ABC
Puppeteers of the Sky
We hang from the sky
Strings work our fate
We’re in a dancing light
But we forget the day
We’re pulled to the sun
Into the burning heat
We try to hold on
But strings move our feet
What when will come?
When we can’t shield our eyes
We’re too close to the sun
And we’re too far from our night
With burning strings
We fall to the ground
We move our limbs
And when is found
We taste the world
We recall our fate
We’re in a dancing mood
As we head for the day...
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Categories:
puppeteers, happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric