Best Disappearing Poems
A sky without birds ~
Is a poem without words
11/9/2019
She stood in the doorway of the house
Her vibrant cerise pink dressing gown bulging at the seams -
Like a sack of dough tied up in the middle
Life has been hard for her and it shows in her face
Which was lined like the bark of a gnarled oak tree
Clouds of smoke billow from the cigarette
that hangs like an icicle from the corner of her mouth
I smile and say hello
Embarrassed at being seen she lets the cigarette fall
Retreating rapidly through the clearing fog back indoors
I observed this scene when I was out walking yesterday
3rd April 2015
Disappearing: A List
• Leave for no destination in particular.
• Plastic surgery.
• Burn my wallet and shoes.
• Buy or steal an identity;
become another.
• Run into the forest,
wear a wolf’s skin,
look and smell
wolfish downwind.
• Yield my being in
an intimate exchange,
to the thrall of
scotch or peyote or cocaine
or intense pleasure or pain.
• Be subsumed into the
collective mind of a cult
or the Secret Service
or the Carthusians
• Become young rather than old.
• Die, just because.
It’s just a list of possibilities.
Nothing more.
Not a complete one at that.
'Twas the Perpetually-Missing Soup Poets case,
With Homes and Whatsup hot on the chase.
Poets leaving was not breaking news,
So they slowly perused the usual clues.
Dr. Whatsup said, "Why do they go?"
Homes replied, "You mean you don't you know?"
"Though they tend to blame some bully's voice,
Poets disappear because they make a choice!"
there's a name for it
erasing
all these bits of me
MagiCicada 13
Does he ever want to hold me?
somewhere in another dimension, perhaps,
yes, he wants to hold me.
Somewhere there is a version of him
that can't get enough of me,
in some distant, disappearing world.
But, really,
this is the disappearing world.
To which every knee shall bow
and come to know the elusive nectar
of motality.
One day, we shall all taste death.
Bitter -
or sweet.
One day
we shall all say goodbye.
Good bye, Giah,
I've learned to fly.
My eyes must be going hazy
I can't be seeing all the crazy
Things in life I am observing
It's becoming so disturbing
When I look around to find
Loving acts of any kind
Or help in some caring form
There is nothing, it is gone
Fading away minute by minute
We need it back, lets get with it
There has to be some descency
Left in this world, where can it be
Not all of it can be displaced
Tossed aside like it is waste
We all need to stop and stall
In our tracks, before we fall
Into a hole so deep and dark
There is not one single spark
Left of kindness in our grasp
It's a simple easy task
Do not judge or use mean words
More loving ones should be heard
Not ones full of racist terror
There has to be a caring lever
That is pulled so this land
Can walk together hand in hand
Showing everyone's accepted
NO one should be shunned/neglected
Because they're different in some way
There has to be a shining ray
Of sunshine in everyone
This hurt needs to be undone
Swept away in a big wave
Leaving no sad soul a slave
To the sorrow they've been shown
When did hurtfulness get blown
Into sprinkled racist pieces
That is causing the increases
In a world full of fighting
Will there ever be a sighting
Of somebody stepping in
When this happens once again
There has to be a way to drop
A big sign so we can stop
How some are becoming vengeful
It's a sad and pitiful
Place to be in
I can't take
Anymore for goodness sake
his presence
was rather
like a shadow
disappearing
from a wall
Step by step down the hall,
Head hung low, gazing down.
Healing from the fall,
hurt covered with a frown.
Others ignore him,
Drowning in the pain.
Holding you under, hope you can swim.
sitting alone in the rain.
He is an invisible boy
She dodges the remark,
Sliding past you in the hall,
Soft spoken, gentle heart
Healing from the sprawl,
too afraid to start.
Others ignore her,
Engulfed by fear,
movements a blur,
all to avoid the sneer.
She is an invisible girl.
Energy finds each other
Eyes meeting in the hall
Encased by bodies smother
Loneliness begins to loll.
Then whisked away,
Class starts anew,
His/ her face in their minds shall play
And their minds brew.
He is an invisible boy,
She is an invisible girl.
He built up the courage,
And walked up to her
Freeing her from the cage
Her mind began to stir,
Their eyes meet,
Acknowledge for the first time
Bringing up a feeling that can’t be beat
Excitement began to climb.
The invisible girl and boy have been seen
Now together they walk
Side by side
With no fear of the talk
Their tears have dried
Hearts jump in joy
No longer afraid of the crowd
One together, girl and boy
Their heads shall not be bowed
The invisible girl and invisible boy
The girl and boy are not alone.
Proctologists need to write when
A prescription's called for big ben
But a doctor equipped
With thermometer quipped
An as_hole's walked off with my pen
One day I disappeared inside myself, but they found me. My children, my husband.
I dived into a bush, but the dog dug me out. I tried again, built a hide and seek closet.
Maybe I should have not put a name on it. Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. Damn. Neighbor’s shed did not work.
Ten minutes tops until the entire parade of people I live with pulled me out of a milk can.
During my dreams, I decided to disappear again. Life is too hard here, I told them. My committee.
It is a mean place, and people hurt each other, even five-year-olds call people names, hurt feelings.
Entities unseen and unknown in a waking state reminded me that my journey was planned.
It is my job to disappear no more, keep that shy, retiring, scared, passive voice deeply hidden.
My work is to show the world how to be themselves, speak their say, and not be afraid.
It was up to me, my plan. They gave me the resources, the people, and the kindness to do it.
Deciding to stop disappearing, I listened to what they had to say and I knew what I had to do.
So now I am doing it, disappearing no more.
Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow
I sit with setting sun in evening twilight
gold and orange rays vanishing now
On comes the mysteries of this lonely night
disappearing ship with shadow at the prow
The night breeze so cool and silently calm
churning waters flow by with ease
Hardened heart like callouses on my palm
this dark time suddenly sets to please
Sailing on into each new imaginitive realm
constant pain tags doggedly along
Captain of my fate stirs slowly at the helm
past spirits sing their soulful song
I sleep deeper into this long flowing dream
ages fly by in streaks of enlightening rays
Serenity and solitude blessings of this stream
ship protected as its kneeling captain prays
Robert J. Lindley, 12/28/2014
Note- Reflections of a life now gone and
future time that must be wisely used.
No time for wasting efforts or foolish wants.
The mountains I sought to demolish stand as
sentinels to the futile vanity of a man and his
ego...
Amazing how things work. I've been in a dump for weeks
now and suddenly one comment gave me cause to reflect and write this poem.
Thank you Arthur Vaso....
Germination bush
Pollination bee's to lush
Dwindling food source.......
It was morning and his face was red with fury
But really he just wished he was alone
The sold sign on his house didn't bring no money
Took a loan to pay a loan and lost that home
Fighting back the boundaries of the projects
He lost the last "white-collar" that he had
The rent is now exactly what he's making
And grocery stores don't let you run a tab
The bankers say it's weird that he's not bothered
When negatives have stepped inside the math
But since he can't afford to take a shower
Threats of tarnished credit make him laugh
Time left me here along time ago.
With addle sensability, saying I don't know.
Looking for an avenue to find somewhere to go.
For there are nothing but blank pictures on the wall to show.
Only insperation is left to guide the way.
Hopefully theres enough left so that I can stay.
Right here within the emptiness that fills up each new day.
So what I need to understand is what I have to say.
A woven web of sanity, intertwined with love.
To navigate a cold cruel worlds endless push and shove.
We wear our masks to do our tasks with bitten lower lip.
But in the course of being human, we're surely bound to slip.
So round and round and Deja Vu and up and down and whoopdi do.
Until we spin out of control with nothing left but to rewiew.
A paper filled with endless thought within our mind we finally caught.
With only hope left to endure that it is not just all for naught.