Stage Poems - Poems about Stage

The following account predicated on partial fact and a healthy dose of prevarication with an attendant overactive imagination. Trying to REM ember the waking stage of an emotionally tormenting dream One week later still dog-tired after jarring telephone ordeal (seven days ago from April 30, 2025) with fake government employees, yours truly still emotionally haggard trembling and wretched closely following on the figurative...

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‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like it Act 2, Scene 7) (A Sonnet Inspired by Shakespeare) The Hollow Stage We slip upon a stage unmade by hands, as viewers eyes...

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128 Gallon of Milk "The unique medium" Castile Dermal they spoke as his name. They said he was an original person with some great ideas. He refused to see past the frustration of the word can't. Some saw him as a great person , nut others either needly wished him to fail or go away. He would use his knowledge of science to make better conditions were historically people who had needed...

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Intro Turn a popstar into a metal head… I’ma change the game/ Have a popstar rocking to guitars and bass… make ‘em bang/ Verse One Popstars get tired of hearing that tune/ So they turn to metal heads and now they wanna rock/ With the best, and who the best, we the best/ We the best like a D.J. Khaled track/ And I...

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Tell me which stage Do you open and door close Entrance or exit?...

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Artistic impressions with timeless appeal, Diving into the ivory with an ebony appeal, Masterful and refined, passionate and elegant, This prolific child would forever stand the test of time. Innovative and refined, like a glass of cherry wine, He pushed every boundary, giving a glimpse of his life.. Smooth connecting notes, a trill, an accent, a chord, A silent yearning to...

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Is our striving worthy? Are we but actors on the stage of life and oblivious to it? Here, the background isn't factual, yet the pain is! For millennia, we have explored the existential man, who, aware of himself and his ultimate demise, must swim against the curse of consciousness and quickly find...

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Where pain is hidden Where tears are suppressed Where one can escape misery and suffering Where a mythical character comes to life Born Creates a life of its own One's authentic reality hidden Sealed Morphed into the Character The mask is worn A disguise Roles are played Dramatic performances along with showmanship Falsehoods arise A superficial smile explodes Life can certainly be a...

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Her stage four metamorphous complete She emerged into the beauty of the day Bringing sunlight only a nineteen-year-old beauty can bring...

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The world’s a battlefield, a restless stage, Politics a war, rage upon rage. Nations clash with words and might, Underneath the glare of a fractured light. Donald Trump, a seismic leap, A tempest roused from the deep. Voices thunder, crowds divide, Truth and lies in a tangled tide. An antichrist, some whisper low, Dark prophecies begin to grow. Fear and fire in the minds of...

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O The Beast system is already being prepared. Are there enough both watchmen and watch women to even care? It is much more than the global elites who are paving the way; For the Anti-Christ and his false prophet to rule o'er the world one day. Someday they will have control o'er all of the silver and the gold. Ever...

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Stage Fright This has been a long Sunday it started off with two toasts with cheese and the glucose rose to stratospheric, insulin is needed where the heck Is the bloody needle, mlg if you please followed by a thundering heart and unwanted anxiety, I have tried to overcome for over 60 years In my younger days, I...

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I hold three magic rocks, in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind Rolling the first magic rock, a stage unfolds, Where secrets of magic are daringly told. With a flick of the wrist and a glint in the eye, A world of illusion begins to fly...

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‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.’ (As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7) By Shakespeare If this is so I hope it’s more than one act. What of us who are mere understudies or stage hands? I don’t remember rehearsing for any parts-do you? My...

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Someone slowly makes a move Somewhere in the night A light switch, a lighter Some razor blade laughter Making someone alright For an hour or maybe two Any more, you’re getting greedy Drive her home in the morning Any more, you’re getting needy And who’s got time For that in their life? The dark bishops dismay At this bleak array Of black pawns hiding Just out of...

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