#act poems on Hello Poetry

Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018

Too much of a fool
Forgotten and misplaced
Troubled until bled

Where is my bed?
The cushion increasing sedation
Upon my relapse

Frail
Almost skeleton
Reminds me of Auschwitz

Though I'm not a Jew
Or a so-called "deviant"
I'm recast

Believing in the brew
Gulping up the stew
Ready, set...implode

Film is shot
Grainy and poor
Full to the brim with fish

Smelly and grimy
Waiting for the director
To bail from comprehensive casting

His retort is strong
Like a solemn wind
Quiet until the storm

I quit
Remember the time
Forced to sing

I hate acting
Forgetting
Contemplating

It is my curse
Unforgotten desire
My Dunkirk of woe

When will it end?
Upon my cross
Submission without *******

Freewill intact
Instinct going into purgatory
Left to wait for the call

I have to run
Hide
Devise an escape

Hollywood calls
Controls
Beckons for my crouch

Billy Wilde is my name
Focused on terror
I fail to be Brando

Thumbs up for everyone who gets the classic movie reference, the series title star being William Powell.

#failure #acting #act #fail #brando #marlon #actor #actress #hollywood #crouch

Lucia Jan 2018

Silence

I yearn for Silence every day,
Otherwise brimming with the noise
Of all those expectations.

How euphoric it is to sit in quiet,
With my tea cup,
The stack of letters laying ignored to my left,
And be in that liberating solitude.

To watch the wind rustle through the rosemary *** on the porch,
And be utterly nothing
But myself.

There is no pantomime in the stillness,
No role to play in tranquility.
Shirk your persona!
Unshackle that heavy façade!
In the darkness we all release that sigh of relief,
Satisfied by the invisibility,

By the absence of another.

We are all ever our true selves in that wedge of silence

#silence #alone #quiet #tranquil #calm #euphoria #invisibility #solitude #act #persona

Desired Dreamer Jan 2018

Inspired

I know she is not real,
Yet,I write for her;
She is a figment of my imagination,
One of my creation; And
Somewhere,Deep inside my mind,
Lies a canvas filled with her art;
A art,yet to be complete,
Where My words work like colors,
My pen acts as a brush;And
With each word I add;
She becomes real,
more and more real; And
When I will see her in real,
I will devote all this to her;
For she was the one who,
Inspired me in the first place...

©desireddreamer

#real #art #word #color #like #act #pen #acts #place #inspired

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

The real you

Drop the act.
End the show.
Forget the voice of reason.
Be the real you.

I found this poem in a poem that I was working on.

#real #drop #act

Scott F Hemingway Oct 2017

Nevermore

I once
knew a
girl who
entirely reared
their lip
she adjoined
me whether
green till
dement was
more a
hand in
artisan with
the moon
once more
aghast than
wrought for
encore there

#love #philosophy #galant #act #dawn #bewilder

Viseract Sep 2017

Juggling Act

As of Life,
As of Death
First you run,
Then you rest

thought of this just yesterday

#vyscern #poetry #life #death #juggle #act #stanza #verse

Scott F Hemingway Aug 2017

cacophony boy

a dual
with catastrophic
nobility for
The Great
Khali cheer
his ring
kin to
the party
as he
was Dalip
Singh and
wor his
shanty that
boast his
phony and
promoter caught
with alimony

a legend in his own mind

#wrestling #promoter #act #dies #indian