Best Anonymity Poems
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.
Categories:
anonymity, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
anonymity, loneliness, travel,
Form:
Narrative
Cruel intentions
circle the ruby red
of your lips
hips that sway back
and forth in a lusty pose
touching, touching
but never really feeling.
Dim rooms, yellow lit
of seedy talk and
tobacco riddled nights
give pretense that your loved
while thwarted dreams
lay at your feet
grinding to thin ash
The dark disclosure of your deeds
rip through the heart
and cut to the core
but are never left unnoticed.
The silence that you swear
to keep this thing alive
reflect in you what I despise
You will go on pretending
to ease your slow decline
just one more time, baby
just one more time.
Categories:
anonymity, loss, lost love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Try to find me,
for I am hiding.
You can not see me,
hear me, or feel me.
For I don't want to
be found.
I would rather
have my solitude,
feel safe and sound
instead of known
and hounded.
©K.Chun .'97
Categories:
anonymity, absence, identity, self,
Form:
Free verse
I sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows
Eradicating the spiel.
Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters
‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately.
Tears, oil my fluency.
Chagrin deliverance to captured celluloid puppets,
hypnotized by neon stars. Concrete castles
raping biblical heavens, falsifiying resurrection.
My scathing peers judge me.
Relationships extirpated.
Sentenced to rejection
in the morass of anonymity,
I bleed sarcasm to arcade mannequins.
Deaf to empty responses,
while they crucify my heart
within the depths of a satin grave.
Abused and still forlorn in the spiral of the cigarette,
I recite musings to shattered coble aisle.
Turn my back on opportunity kicking in my door.
Scanning faceless faces,
in vain hope of another easy conquest
Charon awaits.
Abandoning relics
to my playground of yesterday,
I beg the boatman’s coin.
Seeing my name on the grease stained roll call,
I fade.
Categories:
anonymity, social,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
anonymity, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Strands of pearls
Red lips
Gold curls
Evergreen eyes
She's her disguise
Categories:
anonymity, beauty, betrayal, desire,
Form:
Lyric
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.
Categories:
anonymity, cool, culture, funny,
Form:
Free verse
although I sensed
its impassiveness
even back then,
i always loved
that
little village
of familiar eyes
looking
passively beyond me
you and I forced
together
in central fact
pressured en masse
into a
averse embrace
somehow in tune
perceiving
one another’s desires
but powerless
to surpass
obscurity
Categories:
anonymity, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Popular Anonymity
A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage
You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers
Imploring you to jump
Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you
Standing on the building edge
Perhaps the comforts of home will help
When you slip and grab a brick
With nervous fingers
Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones
Giving permission from on high for you to drop
Hopes die. Friends talk to you in slow motion
Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive
Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise
For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds
You’ve become the center of the nightly news and nothingness
What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)
Categories:
anonymity, conflict, dark, death, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,
and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused now, during mine
placid lake state of being oblivious
if online readers scowl and/or glare
at how emotional
exposure seems cavalier,
yet the medium of cyberspace
deafens me against hear
ring objectionable outbursts,
thus not impair
ring ambition to reveal
much more about myself unaware
if some gal or guy
smolders with jeer
ring refulsion, not care
ring in the least about
regarding my dear
re licked existence, more so,
when bane of adolescence
as a nerd with longhair
internalized verbal assaults,
I let fester and roil
beating a path to air
tight impenetrable redoubt,
now demolition paid for by medicare
expunging angst, which
severely bruised ego, a nightmare
courtesy being nay say,
non braying "scapegoat" ne'er dare
ring to fight back, no...
never went nuclear
well...eons ago
admit swiped at spouse
altercations (often) triggered,
when the missus did swear
at me anger brewed
from her own overbear
ring similar saga (wallflower)
silently suffering scare
tactics loosed from anti semitic barbs
both our lineage of Jewish here
reddit tee, though near
re a jot, sans religion
Haim Ginott bore ye,
foyer hall ready aware
tummy, and no qualms declare
ring atheism asthma prayer
full leitmotif dog bless ya mud ear!
Categories:
anonymity, anti bullying, community, life,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
anonymity, fate, humor, identity, image,
Form:
Free verse
the shuttered blinds of the temple, the canopy,
the blank canvas that obliquely shrouds the fire,vvi
its shapes, its shadows, re-invent the canvas..
but do not give it a name. Do not give me a name
Categories:
anonymity, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
anonymity, family, father, self,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
anonymity, grief, love, strength,
Form:
Quatrain