Quotes about facade, page 4
Dance Of The Fool
Disjointed in rhythm
Swirling un-beat
Anchored in motion
stoned with defeat
A qaugmired reaction
though anxious to please
careens a facade
against precarious concrete
Savvy with essence
of deliberate jettison
Swayed by penance
from anguished lessons
Consequence plays
the final rune
masquarading respite
in the dance of the fool.
poem by Shelley Buffitt
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Jiraaf
Tall And slender
what a beauty you are.
Liked by all
both near and far.
Wrongly judged
at times it may seem.
Problems keep piling
like forever its been.
But you are strong,
a mother blessed.
Always better,
a step ahead of the rest.
But what lies
behind this facade?
Where is the truth
in this ballad?
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poem by Iveri Blak
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They
The trials
And tribulations
Of life, make you
Stronger…
Do they?
Ask a mother
Who's lost her
Child…ask a
Widower who's
Lost his wife…
Ask a lover who's
Lost her beloved.
They all maintain
A strong façade -
But deep within…
They're becoming
Feebler and weaker
With every passing
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poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Deception
Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive
She may seem weak
But she hides her strengths
The silence you mistake
As unintelligence
Masks a bright mind with
Things to shout at the world
Behind and exterior of calm
A war rages just below
And underneath a still facade
Her eyes burn bright and true
Sighs and lies fill the air
Appearances deceive
poem by Autumn Winds
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The world so caved
The world so caved
In time so caved
Down in trivia perpetuation
As though the heart is a rusty place for the nostril pant
To ashes be embraced hue of innocent age
For the death of crow the guiltless embrace
Many in throng trembles down the stares of liberation
On high way of victory
A facade of infant desire
Blazing within reach
Yet extinguished with smoke
An obligation for fangle generation
poem by Folayemi Akande
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I Can Be Naïve
Most of my lusty ways,
Have been primarily delusional.
I will admit to it.
Most of those lofty expressions I make,
Are spoken to entertain...
The nimbleness of my own brain.
I admit there is a wall,
Behind a façade I've installed.
Only to protect what others do not suspect.
I can be naïve.
Sensitive and easily crushed.
By anyone I've selected...
Who has the nerve to refuse my lust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fairy Tell
Magic exists in Fairy Tales
But truth finds the lies
That fairy’s tell
I fly to my Never Never Land
To realize that its name tells no tales
But I resent the untruths that those fairy’s tell
My Midnight came sooner than expected
And my royal façade faded away to peasantry
No glass slipper spoke up for me
And I never again heard Midnight’s Bell
Oh how I despise the lies that Fairy’s tell
poem by Rakeem Person
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A Player's Day
Thinking you can have your cake
with any woman that comes your way.
Well, I have one thing to say
your unconscious program makes you a slave.
For when a person in reality see's the player's façade
they can play you like the same peas in the pod.
So better become aware of why you do the things you do
For living unconscious will never fulfill you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Who Am I?
I don't know
When I became
Who I have become
I feel so insignificant
Inside the world
I am a nobody
Who used to be someone
I've retraced my footsteps
Backward through time
Never quite sure of
What I'm hoping to find
When I look in the mirror
I see someone else
I can hardly remember
Who I was as myself
I wear a mask
So no one will see
Beyond the facade
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poem by Erika Wingo
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The Season Of Separation
He inquired,
“Were all dreams shattered? ”
I responded,
“No there left some behind.”
He inquire again,
“Since when have you been conversing to yourself? ”
I responded,
“It is a gift bestowed by aloofness.”
He said,
“What have you done with bright eyes,
Rosy cheeks and golden facade? ”
I answered,
“There rests in my inner-self the season of separation.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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