Anonymity Poems | Examples

ALONE IN A CROWD-Oxymoron Poetry Contest

ALONE IN A CROWD
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she’s alone in the bustling crowd~
around her, river of faces,
a current of hurried footsteps,
briefcases bumping, hushed goodbyes
archipelago of motion
no one notices her quietness~
train arrives, and she steps forward
departure’s anonymity

Anonymity

Authors of the scriptures remain unknown,
wisdom penned handed down from the ages,
pointing out the way each must walk alone,
escaping illusionary cages
and quelling fire that within heart rages.
All Upanishads have a simple aim:
to entwine us with God, in life’s end game.

I'm Just A Brick

I’m a brick and oh so lonely,
sitting here a hundred years.
Dry as dirt…oh if only
I could shed a single tear.
Here’s my story, forty stories,
up way high above the ground.
To the left and to the right,
looking up or looking down,
all the bricks are just like me,
an ocean of monotony.
Yes, we share, but we don’t talk
about the life here on our block.
Two years past, I fell from this wall,
and preyed someone would miss me.
But whether below,
or returned- way up here,
I knew no one would kiss me.
Birds above are everywhere,
people below hold hands and walk.
My life though,
all take for granted, sitting here
day after day.
If my life was more enchanted,
I’d gladly be a brick who’d say:
“I’m a brick, a happy brick, 
happy to be where I stay.”

I'm Just a Brick

I'm a brick and oh so lonely,
sitting here a hundred years.
Dry as dirt...oh if only
I could shed a single tear.
Here's my story, forty stories,
up way high above the ground.
To the left and to the right,
looking up and looking down,
all the bricks are just like me,
an ocean of monotony.
Yes, we share, but we don't talk
about the life here on our block.
Two years past, I fell from this wall,
and preyed someone would miss me.
But whether below,
or returned- way up here,
I knew no one would kiss me.
Birds above are everywhere,
people below hold hands and walk.
My life though,
all take for granted, sitting here
day after day.
If my life was more enchanted,
I’d gladly be a brick who’d say:
“I’m a brick, a happy brick, 
happy to be where I stay.”

In Praise of Anonymity

You flowered in the shade.
Headlights and floodlights
slid off your retiring shadow.
Occasionally the spotlights flare
lit-up your solitary walk
but only the footprints
you left fleetingly on flowing water.

I praise your independent natural nature
needing nothing of this world
that you did not give too yourself.
You refused to hang upon the exhortation of others
but raised yourself like a mother
in a hidden garden created for 
individuality and abundance.

We other anonymous ones look to you
recognizing we are and were never apart
from the same sunlight we warmed our
hearts upon 
knowing you were in secret
sharing that light with us all.

Silent Anonymity

Who can view me behind the fence ferrous! 
Those infiltrating eyes bear me desirous! 
Unveiling what was previously hidden. 
Keeping this same watcher has striven.
 
I figure you should say, "What's in plain view!" 
Penny for your ideas as they decay in a dark row. 
Truth is a precursor to the hotly slated freedom. 
The spilling from torn gum is giving a storm!

Am I a true enchanter worthy of notice? 
I feel you crying, so please, let me focus. 
I never set up in front of an audience.
I starve to escape the irritating sequence. 

But does it work to retain me from leaving? 
This clutter adds to the overall styling. 
Do they have any considerable difference?
Do I cave in, or do I dazzle with my openness?

What has me scared! How am I striving to hide? 
None, however, can bear reality inside. 
After the Inquest, I cast the net vast and bleak. 
Induce them all to cave up the skill to peek!



Written: October 3, 2021

Anonymity

Oh, my soul,

During your unbounded traveling through space and time

You learned how to bear grief with equanimity 

For you desired your holy mission to accomplish, 

Claiming nothing for you but your anonymity! 












© Demetrios Trifiatis
      19 June 2021

No Tree Street Names

He built motels
across America
loving the land so much
he could sleep anywhere
on her
in her
cheaply,
predictably.

Anywhere was home to him.
Home was not special
but same.
Same bars of soap,
same color wrappers.
Same towels.
Same smells almost.
Same views.

Home across
the human spirit
of imaginary states.

Just outside streets
with tree names.

And out of this
I arrived
from love created for each single
completed
square space
spilling forward,
motel to motel,
born by American Motel Woman,
timeless builder,
faceless
with no Kodachrome
to pin down my origin
or capture his passion.

Pick-up truck front seat cradles,
beer for sedative,
K-Mart toys,
all-night pharmacies.

His gift-
           I belong anywhere
nowhere,
owe nothing,
know anyone
no one,
am rooted in spackle
drywall
and cheap two-by-fours
and need only decide
which illusions
to put up
and which to take down.

Pirate Queen Likes Anonymity

Pirate Queen did not appreciate fame.
She did not like her notorious name.
She wanted to bed
Without having wed.
These days this was not an accepted game.

Attention To Anonymity

Darkness is a square
    That captures you in your darkness
Darkness adds on and on...
     And one day reveles into a holy admonition
To unfold an epic of ray.

Prozimity To Anonymity

Proximity To Anonymity

We had been floating up the creek;
And end of it had started to seek;
Probable proximity,
Was to anonymity;
Disappeared when longer did leak.

Jim Horn

Anonymity

Are you obligated
To retain
The verses you write,
Or do you systematically
Release
What no longer can survive
Unnamed,
As they mark the trail
Of their exit
With letters penned in
Judgment
That you no longer own,
Memory forming
An ancient speech pattern 
Waiting silent and distant
For new words to create
An even newer anonymity
  —where truth may be found

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)

Anonymity

Dressed to kill down to the heels 
Locked and loaded with sites on infamy

shots fired in the vicinity of destiny

todays game, is change my name
unleashed and tailor fit for your Identity

nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s

Shattered I am and fractured I remain
rage, scars and every breathe in between

I escaped a dying breed

Big brother watches over me but it ain't free
each piece taken, traded and destroyed

equals one for the devil and three for me

I got mad skills for the long haul
ready for the free fall 

looking out for number one

my disguise is the fade into everyday
look over your shoulder

Subtlety is what you see not me




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan  aka  Sheer Terror

Anonymity In the Subway

watch the crowd...faces
without looking at each other’s eyes,
as if iodized by  the pang
 of  forlorn gasps…
nameless, alone,   they  grip
on the hand-rests 
from a dreary night where roofs of anonymity 
blind them all    
empty, empty    yet needing 
any stranger to exchange 
 untold stories with:
And they alight from a station  to wander 
along damp  alleys 
 as  the city basement
of  invisibility  remains withheld.



Brian Strand's Early Summer Standard Contest

Anonymity

Hiding behind
dark Ray-Bans
frees me
so I can be
someone
other than me..
a voyeur
perhaps
to see
with my vision
focused casually
lingering leisurely
longing, lustfully
wandering
wherever it is
gratifying
visually
or satisfying
my desire
to not let you
see
who I really am.

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