Self Deceit Poem by DM W
Self Deceit
I disguise my flaws with flowery words.
My metaphors are grand sublimations.
I hide amidst cloudy skies with the birds.
I don't really marvel at Creation.
I don't want to walk down rain soaked, darkened streets:
Where the light of hope is a sickly moon;
Where love is but a putrid piece of meat;
Where this life is meaningless, endless gloom.
Perhaps, Art is merely pretension;
Cloaked in copious colour & glory.
O it's a deluded kind of ascension
That vainly symbolizes our poetry.
A great description of wonderful words that expressed sadness. Also a Perfect picture.
An insightful rendition set aside for sober reflection. A poignant creation embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Dominic and do remain enriched.
Work of an intricate mind set aside for sober reflection. A poignant creation embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Dominic and do remain enriched.
We should all be careful of self deceit and the best way to do this is to be honest with yourself and towards other people. Art and poetry aren't mutually exclusive but complimentary to each other. A Well written thoughtful piece of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great poetry we see here.