#false poems on Hello Poetry

Mane Omsy Jan 2018

What does the future hold for me?
Sometimes I believed it will be fine
Writing made me spit the viruses
That burned me half my life, hatred
On everything I found bitter around

Killed my realness as a growing person
Now, enjoyment still hurts inside
Watching birds fly beside me
And never landing on my hands
Should I trap and catch one, to love?
Obvious, I said I never felt cooler

Complaining issues seemed whining
Naked truths will find their way up
Through the fogged lies and covers

#love #complain #troubled #lie #truth #false #belief

Sean sutton Jan 2018

Resolutions

What are we doing
Making up lies and false hope
Making our self bleed

#sad #false

Dakota J Dawson Jan 2018

Cynical Truth

By the way
To all the cryptic beings
Find a place in my heart

Away from the public
Toward the evening dawn
Bordering the bright blue sea

There you will find grain
Possibly wet sand
Coconuts by the dozen

Enough pleasure
Just the right amount
For a hairy beast

Sadly, it is all lies
A hairy beast
Coconuts in the sea

This poem means nothing
Really that's the point
It really is cynical

#lie #funny #cryptic #false #weird #strange #bigfoot #coconuts #island #sand

Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017

*** Straddled Stallion

Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty

Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation

Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares

Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet

Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste

*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god

To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified

There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh

#obsession #crazy #love #false #delusion #*** #dream #pain #sad #view

Poetic T Dec 2017

When Will The Sheep Awaken

And so the sheep did follow
                     and fall to there knees
not knowing the truth of there
future folly.
For those before clothed the Shepard
and Fed his many needs.

While they were tossed aside
              empty vessels of false followings..
And when the knew were born
                          the shepherd smiled.

Not for the birth of new life,
            but to fed upon there insecurities
   knowing when they could walk,
they would follow his words that were
               just leading them to there inevitable ending....

#end #sheep #awaken #false #food #thought

Leara Nicole Morris-Clark Dec 2017

Ecclesiastical Doublethink

False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when with lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.

Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 1: Acrostic – FBCWOO.

#religion #hypocrisy #false #prophets #doublethink #ecclesiastic

Anne Scintilla Dec 2017

Un-Muse

No written poems,
Nor lyrical prose left unsung,
Such beauty confine.

Longing is the home,
As punishment to who steal,
The art you behold.

for that one person that you may or may not like. somehow, the reason why they can’t be your muse.

#art #muse #not #false #like #unrequited #haiku

hlynnn Nov 2017

soul-searching

Ringing in my ears your voice,
deep, as an underlying tone
in my favorite song.

The note you have hit perfectly,
as you sway by the music you have mastered
is shattering, in an ethereal habitude.

A second of mutual sight full of emotions
we haven’t yet discovered,
we grew scared, cowered away.

As the rays of endings dawn upon us,
we realize the truth of our false inquisitions.

— j.c

#perfect #false #sad #melancholy #depressed #heartbroken #broken