Masks Poems

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

Unmask All The Masks

Unmask All The Masks short poem

So many masks people have On their faces, Even I do not know, which is my real face Recently, I wrote a poem On ‘Hypocrisy’ However, when I looked in I found myself too, a hypocrite Sometimes I keep a

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The Mask We Wear

The Mask We Wear long poem

It gives me the greatest joy To see people laughing And I’ll do anything I can To make sure they don’t lose their mirth Some giggle slightly Some laugh out aloud Some laugh so hard Tears stream down their faces

Don’t Tell On Me

Dont Tell On Me short poem

Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees

Poems containing references to : Masks

Facade

Facade short poem

We often wear the masks to hide, To fit in more, to better survive. Hide behind the complicated smiles, Confident, no one would catch our lies. Nothing seems a bit real now, Even the shadow now takes a bow. We

What is my existence (A woman’s plea)

What is my existence (A womans plea) short poem

What is my existence? Am I just a mere substance or a thing of pleasure? Am I just a homemaker or just a refuge seeker? In this world of masks I am left with just a veil. I see this

Nothing Remains Then

Nothing Remains Then short poem

Heart dies a death, very painful and slow Shedding every tiny leaf of hope Until no marks show Nothing remains then, Days pass by and then years after years The memories of the past flowing in tears You try to

Superficial Change

Superficial Change short poem

Once, I thought to change the world But, today I am looking around me The world is changing me like the superficial sea. There are lots of men but their masks in the face More or less Critical to trace

Contradictions

Contradictions short poem

You let me in But I don’t let go I tell too many secrets There’s things you won’t show I hide in your capillaries Yet demand of you, all I chip at your fortress But build up my own walls

Painted Peeptoes

Painted Peeptoes short poem

Painted peeptoes look up to me winking through their narrow slits, see me flit and traipse around towards my errands that I must run. Cut and peel and cook and clean scrub and wash squeaky clean, mirrors and glasses polished

Sun

Sun short poem

Daredevil scorching; yet the source of light and pow’r that men on earth lives. Life on earth for men destined by God, unknown fact, yet none to talk of. Each beam of sunlight traverses deeply rooted and dreams of heat

Liberation

Liberation short poem

When I flew into a storm my words collided with thunder and stars fell on ashes of dead. I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze on past.Future was stretching its arms. A calling.Erratic explosions? The ruins were becoming worthy of

Strength

Strength long poem

An instant explosion a title wave oh its burning up inside! What did you expect a pat on the back? Nothing is as it seems with masks parading every where no realness in this realm. Its all make believe nothing

Flowers

Flowers prose poem

(1) A flower is a colorful scrabbling over a garden’s cheeks and a flying kiss into air. (2) A flower is a state of confusion, whenever a stigma erects up into a silky bed. (3) A flower is martyrdom on

Imposters, An Ode.

Imposters, An Ode. short poem

Sometimes in the dark, I see them break apart, With furry or straight hair, Into pieces of never there. I reload and think back, To when parlour music played, People laughed and went home, So happy that they came. Then

Pathophobia

Pathophobia short poem

Vast emptiness preceded him, when he stood inside a glass on road. Sun did not contradict him, light had entered back in stars. Failed fingers knocked out the magnet. There was no reason. Pain in neck neglected for long now becomes time,

Behind The Scenes

Behind The Scenes prose poem

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets… The list goes on of what all I’ve done. And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made. Well, it’s able time to show you. Look around. Do you see what all

A Frightening Dream

A Frightening Dream short poem

After a sacred kill you thrived in scriptures. Many centuries have passed for us living without you. Thyme will preserve you body, your brain, syndrome, for our children. When the apocalypse starts, Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive and

Sinking Boatmen

Sinking Boatmen short poem

The name, went begging to yield. Dispute was becoming a point of disorder. A fire on ice, I was burning inside. Unabated, the storm was raging in bush. The candor was lost. We were drying up in shade. One eccentric

मुखौटा

मुखौटा kavita

सबके मुख पर चढ़ा मुखौटा असली रूप छिपाए रे, मन ही मन में देत गारियाँ ऊपर से मुस्काए रे, दिल के अंदर खोट छिपा है, झूठा प्यार जताए रे, राह दिखाए अपना बन के पग पग कांटे बिछवाए रे, अपना

Transitional Edge

Transitional Edge short poem

Pathways have no boundaries, thinker was without a thought. Hostile mind refuses to believe truth was missing from life. From depth to depth measurement had failed. God does not know his creation now. Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass long poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Hatred

Hatred short poem

Hatred as drizzle, Chisels at human souls. Contrives a crevice to separate them, Deceives and ensnares its surroundings. Fear and heartache are its weapons, Vindictiveness the float it parades on. Discouragement its cathartic instruction, Defeating the strongest of men. Wears

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspirations on caste is like digging one’s own grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence

We Met, A Random Act Of Coincidence long poem

We met, a random act of coincidence We talked, I figured we had some sort of relevance Never in my time has someone lent me an ear so much, trust me I commend your patience Small talks, random brawls, A

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

A Hymn To Old Times

A Hymn To Old Times prose poem

(1) In old time, Before the sun stopped circling around us; Before it started to work as a painter of our shadows and the shadow of time over place; Before it adopted the hobby to boil sand inside a vessel

A Dead Song

A Dead Song short poem

They were ready to suck the crowd. The child was pushed into lentil soup, boiling, to appease the rain god. Shining masks, the celebration starts; surging a myth, crown of hawthorn, hallucinating dance. The people lick their fingers, feast for

Metaphysical View

Metaphysical View short poem

Sitting between the knees, I am being bathed by intense anxiety and fear of harsh light. A canopy of doubts confronts the dignity versus anarchy for a watchman who will not dare open- the vault of truth. A fatal ire

First

First short poem

And when I tremble bare As your hands outline the chambers I’ve never found beauty in remember that first has many definitions and this was a first. Sunken in walls, barely holding form the air coats the parts of me

Stardust

Stardust short poem

Out of the cleft lip comes a muffled voice on the turn of events, to interrupt a call. Then the panic rises, the blood was oozing from the larynx. The winding mountain path goes to the end of blessing where

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When I First Told You

When I First Told You long poem

When I first told you, I love more than ever, You looked deeply into my eyes and said, We’re just friends, and I’ve loved you never. Yes, I was a little broken, When you said it all to me, I

Green Vision

Green Vision short poem

In a starry night an adolescent thought starts a rivalry. A baby moon squirms. No hour was safe from terror in dark. I climb the stairs breathlessly. The great divide deepens in hearts. Incisors bite the tongue, grey cells bleed

The Fountainhead

The Fountainhead long poem

You are the fountainhead because when you speak, the river speaks and it delights us with its continuous whispers and it surprises us with its rapids: Acute, frequent, inherited from you You are the fountainhead Because you deliver the caresses

Poetic Doses

Poetic Doses short poem

Really focus lately,less moving,more thinking Creating my poetic dosage More painting, more illustrating, my reasons Splashing in poetic motion Adapting to the season and grateful I’m still breathing Thankful for the pain mixed in with the joy giving my life

Winning

Winning short poem

Remember walking through the lonely paths alone? And the depression that made your heart moan? If you developed a determination to only get better; Then darling, you are a winner. Remember the people who laughed at you? And when your

Words Of Life

Words Of Life short poem

These powerful words from heaven above sounding so strong and so bold These eternal words from God almighty, hidden so deep within my soul These living words of God that prophets long ago recorded on a scroll These words shall

The Fall

The Fall short poem

This fathomless free fall of hollowness This unceasing relentless devouring of happiness May it cut so meaningfully deep…. as deep as my heart once sang. For the wounds reflect an unyielding hope, untouchable memories, cherished moments. Ascent and descent ..

Just Rain

Just Rain short poem

The rain came today Little drops at first Then, gaining confidence Grew more insistent Drumming on the ledge With a rapid tattoo The birds didn’t mind They arced and soared Laughing at umbrellas And the rush for indoors How beautiful,

Lovelorn

Lovelorn short poem

A livid moon had started a body count for undoing a book. The base thinks it has arrived. The death zones were unconnected by quality of crime waves. People have started sitting under green trees. A social outcast silently reaches

Rupestrian

Rupestrian short poem

My happiness ends here , on a Sunday’s evening after the cross atop the church’s steeple becomes cooler after this bright red sunset there will be no more painless, careless,fearless moments the asphalt is empty and dull for my soles,it’s