Persona Poems - Poems about Persona

Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds, Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips, satin scarfs around hug her hips Bindi adorned when with the Janes A sterling nose ring pierces...

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Escaping Death (written in a mental hospital) I escaped from Death today, And I don't know what to think. Because when Death comes round and round, you start to feel his scent and stink. There are others counting on me now. I can't let them down, this I know. So close to Death and yet, so certain- now...

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Persona, a mask we wear, a painted facade, Protecting the heart, a secret, a code. Painful truths concealed, a silent plea, Playing a role, for all to see. Profoundly, we craft a persona, a shield, Protecting the soul, a truth concealed. Power, a tool, to shape the image, Painting a story, a fabricated image. Passionate, the mask, a fragile facade, Playing a role, a...

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Persona Non Grata She was persona non grata. But, very blessed to not know it. Her loving words, but a naive sonata, Unaware, she was thought of, as a half wit. Down God’s...

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They hate her laugh They hate her style They hate her staff They hate her guile They hate her swagger and generous grin But above all else, They hate she just may win!...

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Bloom in the womb ...

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___ You cannot escape yourself, I know we wish to be someone else. Comparison is an easy deceiver, no one is much cleaner, Everyone has their faults, Your not the only grain of salt. No one can share a duplicate identity that would make you a nonentity....

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I am nothing pariah outcast a worm I have nothing to offer, nothing of value except these words for when I see the sunlight reflect in your chocolate brown eyes I envision paradise eden before the fall and when you smile you radiate all the colors of the rainbow reds and yellows indigo...

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Mythologized sun child persona incarnate Self actualization materialized like ghost that came back to haunt me! Figurative silver lining gleaned from hyperawareness encompassing great proportion of my existence. Agonizing enlightenment points to realization sweeping across avast arc (nemesis) analogous as dark shadows from outer limits of twilight zone. Plethora psychological woes (cleaving corporeal essence of yours...

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Echo world behind the glass, I make the same faces I did at twelve. The grinning Cheshire Cat with teeth like piano keys, mendacious and coy because viewing my portrait with sobriety forces me to march with familiar frailties. I’m certain my gravitas is a forgery. I am sure my laments and torments are playacted animation. Their drama is loathsome. Instead,...

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you cruel persona cold razor... you cut my poetry......

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The Tramp Persona Who was this boy, a pauper born? Existing in despair and continual forlorn Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously? Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings A cathodic empathy he brings of all those around him, a famous clown A wiggled walk, a cane, a...

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yeah, there's no answer at all, who knows what this is beyond endless waiting that some extends with health plans and morning walks. if life itself has all this value, what sets us apart of the humblest ant in the anthill? these days I ordered a coffee at the bar, I looked at the people on the street and thought: if we don't know where...

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when you ask me how I am, I don't quite know how to answer. rather than admitting my life being disastrous, I parry your thoughtful blow with a joke, redirecting the question right back at you. the hypocrite in me revels in my inherent inability to practice what I preach; instead of allowing my feelings to flow freely, with utmost consistency I...

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Pre-puberty years Playful innocence Warm ready embrace Quarrels, aberrations Rapidly erased An uncluttered mind Open, forgiving heart Reborn each morn anew Growing up, ego manifests Taught to be street smart Testosterone levels high Feral instincts prevail In the game of one-upmanship Need to win our obsession Heart shrouded in darkness Conscience whispers in dreams Upon expending our energy Recognising earth life transience We look at dark thought...

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