#fake poems on Hello Poetry

Lost Property Jan 2021

what would u say if i told u the truth and said no
would u tell me
ur thinking of me
praying for me
that it does get easier
that i’m not alone
that ur always there if i need someone to talk to
don’t get me wrong i’m so grateful for every single amazing person in my life
but i already know you care about me
and i love that u love me
but i’m not okay, and to burden you with something i don’t understand myself is something i can’t do

Written 17/06/2020

#depression #anxiety #fake #it #til #u #make

Tony Tweedy Jan 2021

Hilltop Hoods (2nd edit)

Over countless months by design,
a great firework he did make,
Constructed from lies and deceits,
and by turning all truths to fake.

Honest men of morals that believe,
that truth by righteousness will always win out,
By established rules and ethic as tools,
seek to quell the falsehoods shout.

They believe the pyrotechnician,
a fool of doubtful mind.
For they cannot see the plan he holds,
hidden by deceit of such evils kind.

Divided is the great citadel,
where once truth had walked without fear or care,
To become the protected sanctuary,
to the lies that now thrive in there.

He buys the time for his plan,
that has not altered not one bit.
While good men go on as before,
thinking they have hold of it.

All of this by his design,
since from too many days ago.
He has cast you all as characters,
in this his fatal show.

When martial law is imposed,
by the power you afford him still.
Remember that you had the chance to choose,
for truth's flag to fly steady upon the hill.

I hope for the worlds sake that I am wrong.
Written on the 14th of January after claims he doesn't support violence.... another lie.

#evil #deceit #lies #morality #integrity #truth #false #fake #naivety #fools

Shewrites Jan 2021

Outside the walls of Veronika

Somehow, It's exhausting to live in this world with some kind of a code of how to become a likable person.
Where in you should behave in accordance of what the society dictates you to be like,

so they won't ridicule you,

forced to follow the rules to survive or blend,

pretend to be someone likeable,

make friends,

go to work,

bathe everyday,

follow the trend,

build high defensive walls

and basically just do what the others do to avoid being labelled as

******,

Crazy,

madmen

insane.

Sometimes, I just want to be crazy..

So I could have an excuse not to follow rules

do whatever I like,

say whatever I want

and just be ME.

Got inspired from the book of Paolo Coelho "Veronika Decided to Die" Circa (Jan 14, 2017)

#crazy #madmen #rules #pretend #fake #reality

mimi Jan 2021

Open Wounds

Trauma decides
The fake smiles,
And happy lies.
The broken promises,
And tear filled eyes.
If we’re just fine,
Or if we’re not alive.

#trauma #promises #happiness #fake #lies

Jasmine Reid Dec 2020

untitled

More fickle than the seasons
fragile like thawing ice

attached with a firm grip
clutching like a baby’s hand.

Desperate but never dangerous
susceptible yet not defenceless
acquiescent, though a fool.

They are the simpleton’s
that embrace counterfeit fables,
illusions of promise

And at the end
that makes them break

#heartbreak #shortpoem #men #women #love #lovestory #fake #fakelove

ghost Jan 2021

feel those tears

I have been trying to fake this tough girl,
just to make them see,
that even in this rough world,
they are no one more to me.

I say I'm ok,
When I'm nowhere close to fine,
I was falling apart,
but I covered up the signs.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd said I'm weak.
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

The anthem used to go,
I'm ok go away.
I know I'm broken,
I'm alive, I'm awake.

But I'm not gonna lie,
not today,
I know I'm broken,
but it's not too late.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd say I'm weak,
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

Sometimes I don't feel like talking,
But I got to keep going, got to keep walking,
Sometimes I just want to sit here crying,
But now all I want to do is feel those tears.

this is probably one of my longest poems.

#rhyme #fell #tired #fake

yellowgogh Jan 2021

Rotten

Wherever or however it’ll be hidden,
it will stink badly when it’s rotten.

#fake