Artifice Poems

Artifice poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of artifice poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on artifice are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Beauty Tips

Beauty Tips long poem

Want skin as clear as the pearls you wear Garnier’s Blemish Balm shall be your savior Pull down those dark spots, marks and repair Every skin problem with a dab of BB cream Dreams dance in your mind of lips

Poems containing references to : Artifice

The Melding

The Melding prose poem

Watch the people. They are changing right in front of our eyes. Slowly, incrementally, they’re evolving becoming something else, something more, something different. A new paradigm is emerging. Not to many years ago people walked down the street looking straight

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Goodbye Is Never The End

Goodbye Is Never The End short poem

In solemn realisation of the dearly departed, A cut etched deeply into our skin, Heart hastened the bleeding while mind is cluttered, Life moves on but where do we begin? Enduring moments to moments as days passed, The bleeding subsides

A Crazy Theme

A Crazy Theme short poem

sulking penetrates in deep veins, deliverer becomes bald, jumps to his death in scorching sun, a starfish inherits the costume of skull and crossbones – the cynosure tries to wear a crown of hawthorn for the freedom of soul, the

Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

Baby Avelyn

Baby Avelyn short poem

Sweet little avelyn poo, O how I enjoy seeing you. So sweet and loving too Flowing ginger hair like her momma Prety Brown eyes so capturing Growing and learning more everyday Climbing and talking more than yesterday Little mini mouse

Rise Of Humanity

Rise Of Humanity prose poem

When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became religions

Rondeau After A Play

Rondeau After A Play short poem

“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with

When Words Are Read

When Words Are Read short poem

When words are read, my heart you will hear I’m far away, but you will feel me near Every single word, it’s meant ……………………………..for you To smile when the heart cries, To fall but then again to rise, The reason

Blood Fruits

Blood Fruits short poem

Beyond the sex he was sleepwalking in shame hiding his faith ingloriously. A poacher in harem of politics, where you stack the hidden virility for killing the money. A single mate must die making love on screen in the vicinity

Hidden Pain

Hidden Pain long poem

Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without

Hope

Hope short poem

The wind rattled tiles on the roof. Turned the windmill out at sea. Pushed me back and forwards until I landed on my knees. Paper rubbish floated in the air, my hat lifted off my head, and hair whipped my

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

Above The Clouds

Above The Clouds short poem

Soaring above, around the clouds, I feel surrounded by thought bubbles. Such a fascinating sight, My imagination takes flight. Few trying to race, While the pretty ones just laze. From up above, a frilly floor, From below, heavenly ceiling decor.

Slain Roses

Slain Roses short poem

The reverse gravity pulls me into timelessness, holds me to become free from tremors. The truth of zero morality hurts. I am pathless, secular, godless. The blank paper decides, how the fingers will move. The uniform has a secret rendezvous

For Loss Of Words

For Loss Of Words prose poem

This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one,

My Companions

My Companions short poem

Vast oceans, deep blue sky.. Wind around this universe… Makes you breath… To feel love, care and material… Whenever, I walk alone, I never thought to be alone… Because my surrounding never make me feel like that.. To choose, A

Women’s Day

Womens Day short poem

Life starts through her A blessing she confer A pain hard to infer With a sweet ending to refer She stands strong When things go wrong With a smile and a song Filled with hope and faith along She’s is

On Distant Love

On Distant Love short poem

Had never believed till this date There could be real soulmates Your love which gives me so much pleasure A true love which is my life’s biggest treasure Yet the distance gives so much pain I wonder if it’s my

My Heart Beats

My Heart Beats short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you in

She’s Earth You’re Rain

Shes Earth Youre Rain short poem

She turns up her visage For you to feel her again, Her burning desires, Submit pleasurably to you rain! Rain, you fill the cracks, Of her turgid concrete, Washing away the gore, Those dark corners secrete. ‘Everything comes to a

Love-circle

Love circle short poem

A beautiful Morning. I came. He came. Our eyes met. I understood him. He understood me. We fell in love. A beautiful Night.

To My Distant Special Friend

To My Distant Special Friend short poem

For my distant special friend….. I mocked you often Whenever you said we are special friends I asked what does the word Special mean You never explained Now I know why I laughed at you my special friend Never realised

Tale-bearer

Tale bearer short poem

They were counting the bullets and bodies. The severed limbs were twitching. Sometimes to go back to their owners, but the faceless torso selects a bush to hide the remains. The leaves are falling on the make shift home of

A Summer Place

A Summer Place ballad

Days when the wind blows so cold It tears at my bitter soul I think about that song, A summer place and wanna close my eyes and picture you and me on that beach I remember sitting on a blanket

2 a.m.

2 a.m. short poem

Let’s get wasted at 2 am and say all of the things that have never been said – you know, while we’re sober, on guard and too ashamed to speak? I want to know what and how you think. We

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

The Love We Had

The Love We Had short poem

Just by staring at her smile my world became sheer. For the power she had to embrace me just by residing in this little heart of mine. Our love was abundant for me , to be blissed. It made me

Isolate

Isolate short poem

Please, don’t look at me. My heart starts to beat a little faster from anxiety. Wonders speed through my mind Do I look gross? Do I look fine? Please, don’t shout my name. I go insane. I lose my words.

Naïve Innocence

Naïve Innocence short poem

O pink horse, O timeless sun, run on my body, run. Black magic had pierced the needles into my heart. Lying on nails to wrest a superearth from amnesty, I start bandaging the bruised ethos of my native conscience –

A Perfect Range

A Perfect Range ode

When a crisis happens Our life is changed Either endangered Or rearranged Conflict precedes clarity Urges wars and enmity Enmity brings despair Wars are never fair Peacefully solving a crisis Wisdom is your oasis Responsible to grow Any person must

The Melting

The Melting short poem

Not moving, the words had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking. Only restlessness was there in buoyancy ready to distort the sound of depth. I am expanding in propriety, in meaning. Pure burning on flame of truth, like a

”Now” Of My Beloved

Now Of My Beloved short poem

You made me wait I waited You made me smile I smiled You rejuvenated me I acted like a toddler You called me I was always there for you You loved me I was pleased And it is ‘Now’ This

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

B – girl

B   girl short poem

A girl walks through in the dark, Cumulonimbus suddenly blow with a big spark. Beings in the house, and animals under the tree. Others take their shelter in the busy road for free. Clouds roar and crowd of the rain

Reflection

Reflection short poem

You look at your reflection and see it disintegrating with every movement; an illusion by time, it appears, to trap you in life’s abyss. Try as you may to hold every grain; blinded by the fickleness of it all, you

When she became my mother

When she became my mother short poem

I forget she had her own story Before mine had even begun But when she became my Mother Our stories merged into one She had hopes and dreams of her own Down which path in life she’d been led But

Drought In Riverbed

Drought In Riverbed short poem

A randon creation convulsed by grief. Death of a pendant was not able to recall the cleavage. Kosher scream, the grandchildren will not know the fakes of reality show, pure as honey, then the scratching starts: look the tiger was

Thoughts Unheard

Thoughts Unheard short poem

My thoughts of which I let known Were nothing to me all left alone Some slipt away while others pondered In which mostly all were left squandered Or maybe it’s just a hobby of mine To throw a few words

Sheer

Sheer prose poem

Fighting the fake to hide the truth, never been a moment since you came, had I found a piece of Ruth . Waves in the ocean bound to fade in the passing flow, hitting my mind up you have given