Self Deceit Poem by Dominic Windram

Self Deceit

Rating: 4.5


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.

Self Deceit
Monday, March 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: lies
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thinks 31 May 2019

Great poetry we see here.

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Lyn Paul 23 March 2018

A great description of wonderful words that expressed sadness. Also a Perfect picture.

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Chinedu Dike 19 March 2018

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.

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Chinedu Dike 19 March 2018

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.

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George Krokos 19 March 2018

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.

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