EXERCISE Poetry Challenge #23 -- The Mask

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Fluffy, Oct 9, 2011.

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    There are many possibilities for this theme, I reckon. A mask can symbolize many things; festivity, mystery, emotion... Seeing as it's Halloween this month, that can be used as inspiration as well. Using any poetry style of your choice, write me something about a mask. A mask of any kind! It does not have to be the example above. (: That's simply there for decoration.

    I offer a list of ideas you can use as inspiration if you need it:

    • A grand ball
    • Halloween
    • Hidden feelings
    • Romance
    • Something mysterious
    • A prank
    • Pretending you're somebody else
    • Heroes/Villains

    I encourage you to make the poem(s) look pretty with bbcodes. (; And if you desire a specific structure for your poems, I recommend Shadow Poetry. Don't hesitate to ask any questions!
  2. well this'll be a slightly adapted form of an older poem of mine entitled Curtain Call

    Curtain Call

    I'm tired of living a life that's not mine,
    Living a lie to please those around.
    I put on my costume to play the part,
    I put on my masks to cover the scars.
    Stepping out on the stage
    I wait for the curtain to rise.
    The spotlight on me,
    They wait to see my act,
    My disguise.
    The face upon my mask smiles,
    But behind I hide tears.
    I'll give my best performance,
    Make them all believe.
    Believe that this is the real me.

    Acting my part, as if everything is alright,
    Even though I want to scream, to escape.
    Make my pain disappear and my wounds heal,
    Show the audience my true self.
    Even though I don't know who that is.

    Life turns to act, and act turns to life.
    Until I no longer know which is real,
    Which is fake.
    Unanswered questions flow through my mind,
    As like a puppet on strings I'm lead,
    Though each scene of the play.
    Conforming to the ideals of the audience
    Which I entertain.
    As time nears an end,
    My masks change once again.
    Taking a bow, the curtain falls,
    To mark the act's end.

    As my masks come off, and costume is put away
    I'm left alone with only my painful thoughts.
    As I look in the mirror to see my true self,
    A tear rolls down my porcelain face.
    I'm sick of the lies
    I live over each day,
    Haunting me and following me
    Wherever I may be.
    All the plays that I've lived,
    I want them to end!
    And I finally decide this is the last straw
    It's time this madness came to an end.

    As I put on my masks and costume for one final take
    Back to the stage I go,
    Plastering on each face once more.
    Taking a deep breath, my own hell will finally end.
    As I take my final bow ever, and the lights slowly dim.
    The audience applauds and
    The curtain falls one last time.
    A crimson robe to mark my final act.
    As black roses fall, an encore,
    To mark my final parting, my death.

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    Masquerade No More:rose:
    It is that time again,
    The night of the Mardi Gras Masquerade.
    Where ladies and their gentlemen will waltz
    In their gowns and costumes.
    Beauty of the Masquerade, a dwindle of colors and roses.
    Fabrics will shine as the dancers dance and bow;
    The music will sound; a melody of romance and shingles that'll play.
    May the gents and gals play with the unknown.

    Fabricated masks mark the letter;
    The feathered unknown, only eyes will show.
    Crystalline eyes and smooth, perfect; rosy lips.
    May the hands incline; we shall dance.
    Wrapped partials between two partners,
    A lightning romance bring they together.

    A Mardi Gras Masquerade,
    Where the beautiful masks
    May bring two together, a hand over one;
    Lips close together and crystalline eyes shut tight.
    The linen fabrics intertwine; hands are a tangled mess.
    "Lift off your mask, my dear."

    Dead monotone silence
    As the one brings a hand over her mask,
    Slowly lifting, slowing turning her head away.
    "My life is only beautiful with my mask on."
    She says, fading back away.
    The mask fully on her face once again.

    "The mask is a hideous lie.
    Give me your hand, and we'll take them off at the same time."
    He inclines his hand and she slowly reaches out.
    Both turn their heads,
    Reaching for their masks.
    They fall to the floor as both stand silent and still for short moments.

    "The Masquerade is a lie.
    You are beautiful without those hideous lies."
    He says and brings her close.
    Their faces meet, nose at nose.
    Eyes close tight, as the lips come together; a spark of beauty.
    "Will you be mine?"

    The crowd is watching in awe,
    As each individual brings a hand to their mask of lies.
    One by one, they all fall to the floor, and look their partners in the eyes.
    The Masquerade is no more.

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    If paper faces tell a story
    they tell a story not their own
    for however much we dare to try
    there is no truth upon that visage
    Under all the masquerading
    there is superfluous leagues of shame
    Let us no rejoice with learning
    let us play and laugh and sing!

    Let us drink now, and by merry
    Now with Dionysus sharing
    Twirling in the swirl of colors
    Faster past the twilight orders<o:p></o:p>
    Do we know a better way<o:p></o:p>
    Not when joy and rapture sway us<o:p></o:p>
    I indulge in this serenade<o:p></o:p>
    Here with many, many others.

    This is our first and final chapter
    This is our darkest, brightest hour
    All this written on the faces
    That we refuse to emancipate of<o:p></o:p>
    Colors flourish, bold and sour<o:p></o:p>
    Glitter, laces, now disgrace us<o:p></o:p>
    For this mask I speak so fondly, <o:p></o:p>
    Is the mask the world is donned in.

    If paper faces tell a story
    they tell a story we have chose
    for however much we dare to try
    there is no truth without strength or hope.
    If you do not wake tommorow
    Carry with you this song of sorrow
    For the living, this message sent<o:p></o:p>
    By the mask of pale horse, death.<o:p></o:p>
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  5. Note: I had a very great poem written for this challenge, but I got eaten by the internet T.T Not even auto-save could help me...That aside, I'll try my hand at a different poem...though I have a feeling it wont be as good as my *sniff* deleted one *cries*

    Masked Romance

    A half mask covers your visage
    As I approach

    Green eyes peer at me through
    Two slits

    Curiosity piqued, I step closer
    Within inches

    Following your jaw leads to
    Kissable lips

    My finger slides down your cheek
    No resistance

    Your hand creeps up my back
    Pull me close


    A half mask covers your visage
    As you approach

    Blue eyes gaze at me from
    Under mask

    My heart is pounding with you so near
    Within inches

    Skin so soft, and pale in the moonlight
    Delicate floret

    Your finger slides down my cheek
    Cannot Resist

    My hand presses upon your back
    Come closer


    The night is still young
    Romance blossoms
    The Evening Primrose

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  6. Masque

    At first glance you will never tell,

    Smiles, laughs, and faces I sell,

    In my enigma people bask,

    No one can see behind my mask.

    Living a life of make-believe,

    Not a soul I cannot deceive,

    Why do I play this game, you ask?

    No one can see behind my mask.

    I can no longer live this lie,

    Tis time for the fa├žade to die,

    Pretending is a grievous task,

    No one can see behind my mask.

    ((A little play on words. ;) ))
  7. (This one is very freeform...but that's just how I like my poems. I hope you still count this, lol)
    The Hidden Girl

    How did it all start?
    A word.
    A look.
    Something to remind her that she was not who she first thought.

    Words can be damaging,
    An insult.
    A sneer,
    Like a knife cutting through the heartstrings.

    Looks can be painful,
    A glare,
    A scoff.
    Like a needle piercing to the heart.

    But the most damaging thing,
    Is nothing at all.
    Words left in the air.

    It builds and builds until there is nothing left to salvage,
    And the girl that was once happy is happy no more.
    She puts on a mask so people don't worry.
    But she wonders if they would worry if she didn't.

    Life is not a masquerade,
    But still people don't notice the masks.
    Or perhaps they ignore them,
    And you have to find the one person that doesn't.

    But the Hidden Girl's mask was good,
    And it smiled for her,
    Even as her heart ached.
    And no one ever saw through it, even as she screamed for help.

    How did it all end?
    A note.
    A noose.
    Something to remind you that the Hidden Girl could be anyone.
  8. People hide behind beautiful masks
    But do no hide what any lacks
    Fearful of the light
    Shining bright

    Risking nothing by the mask concealed
    And no truthful thing revealed
    Fearful of the light
    Shining bright

    Until someone rips the mask away
    Exposing them in a way
    Fearful of the light
    Shining bright
  9. Hiding behind the mask
    Concealed from none that pass.
    Hiding your truest self
    From both yourself and us.
    Strangers pass in the crowd,
    Eyes seeing who you are
    With just a passing glance.
    Your mask doing nothing
    To conceal your visage.
    You can try and hide, or
    You can run away to
    Somewhere far from here, and
    Keep yourself away from
    All those who can see through
    That mask you wear. There is
    No other decision.
    No other choice for you
    Hide and conceal or run
    and keep yourself away
    From those that could love and
    Those that could lift you up.
    Maybe you're better off
    Without the mask, without
    hiding who you are.