Best Inanimate Poems
At night, a huge creature floats to the surface of the tart ocean to dream into the moonlight, which barely penetrates the sulfur clouds. She sighs, her skin made of stainless steel is luminescent in the dark, her nuclear heart continues to work, but she is empty: the last restless souls have long gone from her body. She floats out of habit: inanimate things can’t dream. What did she dream before?
blue sky verdant strip
of land on the horizon…
she doesn't recall
19.11.2019
All About The Environment. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Have you ever had this happen to you?
You're walking along, minding your business
When a pole leaps out in front of you
Rattles your brain leaving you senseless
Inanimate objects aren't so inanimate
It seems they have a mind of their own
You're strolling along when a boulder appears
Stub your toe and it hurts to the bone
Sometimes when your patio doors are clean
It's just like there's no glass at all
With a confident stride, you slam into them
Smash your nose and you try not to bawl
You're running for a bus and then it happens
You slip on a discarded banana peel
You wind up with your bum high in the air
Doing amazing acrobatic cartwheels
You wonder how these inanimate objects
Seem to know when it's right to attack
It happens when you surely least expect it
And your wheels come right off the track!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Confessions of a Swirly Straw
The Swirly Straw said to the Clear Cola
“I don’t mean to pry
but I’m tired of getting double teamed
Like some harlot in a trashy movie
If I wanted so many ménage a trios’
I would have wished to be a **** star
Or possibly a prostitute
And even if I were born Jenna Jameson, Francesca Le, or Kobe Tai
I would have chosen a different occupation
Yes, it’s true I was Cleopatra in a past life
And perhaps I was the infamous Jezebel also
And perhaps I enjoy the physical act of sex
A little too much
But there is something very unsettling
about my top being tongued and sucked on
while a river of sticky sweet liquid
Is shot up my bottom
twisting and turning
through my body like a shivering ******
And besides your effervescing bubbles
are tickling me in all the wrong spots
So the next time
this anonymous person puts his lips to me
make yourself scarce and get out of my way
or mark my words
you’ll pay
energy has a funny way
of coming back to you
and reimbursing the guilty
for all the things they do.”
Confessions of Clear Cola
The Clear Cola said to the Swirly Straw
“My love I know you don’t recognize me
We sometimes don’t identify everything we see
But we keep on meeting again and again
Why just last year, I was the ink and you the pen
I flow through your veins like a fish in the sea
Do you remember my love? It is I Antony
In each life we meet, and I swim inside you
Sometimes I am blood, once I was the drink Yoo-hoo
And another thing
I’m pretty sure of is
That anonymous person putting his lips to you
is Caesar from Rome
In most lifetimes he comes to devour me
Like a rabid dog with his mouth filled with foam
He is my nemesis,
My demise,
The reason I die
But one of these lives
He is going to get, an Eye for an Eye
I’ve waited thousands of years,
And if I have to,
I’ll wait more
For just one chance
To settle the score
Et tu Caesar?
Well I can’t rightly say
But I promise you Caesar
You’ll rue the day.”
By: Joseph DeMarco
Confessions of Pistachio Pudding
The pudding said to the whipped cream
"I love the way you feel on top of me...
all light and sugary...but I have a confession
I was not always a bowl of Pistachio Pudding
I used to be Lancelot
And
I suspect you were once Guinevere
I suspect that maybe Dave Matthews
Was once Mozart
I suspect that writers reciprocally
create the same masterpieces over and over again
Just changing them
But leaving the same message
and thus "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," became "Satellite"
I suspect that possibly Arthur Laurents was William Shakespeare and that's why
Westside Story and Romeo and Juliet are so similar
I suspect a lot of things that animate objects would never suspect
When your inanimate you see things others can't
and so my delectable whipped cream
I suspect I have known you before
Confessions of a Blowtorch
The Blowtorch said to the Steel
“I am going to enjoy this
More than you know
Believe you me
We reap what we sow
Like bright burning fire turns wood to gray ashes
Like a Singapore criminal that gets thirteen lashes
It is now my turn
to burn into you
For three past lives
I suffered through
You were rubber
while I was glue
You were the slaughterhouse
while I cried out “Moo!”
You were the white man
And my people the Sioux
But the past is the past
We start a new
And this is my turn “to do”
what I do
Like kismet karma on a merry-go-round
The truth is false
The lost is found
I burn you steel
I feel your pain
I’ve cried your cry
I feel no shame.”
It should be ironically noted that the steel was in no way hurt or bothered by the
flame of the blow torch
Excerpt from: The Chemicals Between Us
By: Joseph DeMarco
Come Easter day, the little ones are impatient to shove down their throats
their candy-coated forest-folk, and to this all their time they devote.
And who am I, you kindly ask?--I'm the idol of woodlander sweets!--
more scrumptious than a caramel egg, more momentous than marshmallow Peeps!
Much like a Christmas ornament that enriches the face of a tree,
no basket is complete without an appropriate helping of me!
My brittle body's born to be in a wrapper of decorative hue;
though such a fact I do disdain, as I do my adherence to you!
How cute I must appear to be with my chocolate antennas and tail,
but such a face receives no grace--for alas!--you will put me on sale.
Oh how I wish to someday flee, for my fate is profoundly unfair:
I'm a chocolate dessert
though I wish to assert
my dislike of this strife
and my edible life
it's a terrible shame
that I'll always remain
a delicious inanimate hare!
cold and steely with no mind
smooth but rough at the same time
no control over the damage caused
needed for protection
but lusted after for the power to rule
Our car must wonder why the heck
It isn’t being used.
Cosmetics in my make-up drawer
Are equally confused.
My pocketbook forlornly sits,
Sure it’s been left behind.
My brand-new jumpsuit in the closet’s
Crowded and confined.
My MetroCard and cash are tucked
Inside my wallet’s folds,
Perplexed at never leaving,
Stuck inside their stuffy holds.
I must be going crazy
Thinking ‘bout these lifeless things
But when boredom is the way of life,
Some merriment it brings.
They say I'm inanimate and hardly ever move,
mostly hang out, eat, sleep 20 hours and occasionally poop,
that want me to entertain,
they must all be insane,
Hey I'm a sloth and thats all I can do!
I feel sad, and it feels so helpless to me So little to do about the monsters of the sea
They go north, then south; east, then west No one can steer them or bring them to rest
So they go on to wreck and ruin, pour and blow,
until the water ways are filled from their flow
They have eyes but see not, but they sense their source of energy Their source is diminished at landfall; so they start to cease activity
Their fuel is supplied by the warm waters of the sea Perhaps they themselves long for the day to be set free*
They stretch us to the max, thereby making us better They batter and bruise us, but their storms we manage to weather
They must be respected, but we need never to be terrified by them We are not alone in this world; we are cared for and protected by HIM
I suppose for survival, the fish of the sea finds pathways to go deeper I pray that our love for God and for each other will also grow deeper
09092017 PS Contest, September Standard, Brain Strand
*Romans 8:21,22
Diary vs poetry.
Conscientious, I turn the pages
Of the riots spilled, emotions stalked
And confessions redefined.
Words of the same caricature
Sometimes misplaced, sometimes misinterpreted
But all speaking the same..
When Diary is my best friend,
Poetry, my lover
Passion instills my heart both ways,
I can’t live without either.
Betrayal, will be the occasion
When my desires are personified,
So,
I retire from humanity,
The world of words:
Calls me every night,
Either in rhymes, or in plain verses
I surrender my sins, divine curses,
The one who had been my confidante,
Had been an incomplete revelation:
My most beautiful work,
But he never saw it.
Concealed in my heart,
It will remain forever,
Till I find inspiration again.
Have you ever had this happen to you?
You're walking along, minding your business
When a pole leaps out in front of you
Rattles your brain leaving you senseless
Inanimate objects aren't so inanimate
It seems they have a mind of their own
You're strolling along when a boulder appears
Stub your toe and it hurts to the bone
Sometimes when your patio doors are clean
It's just like there's no glass at all
With a confident stride, you walk into them
Smash your nose and you try not to bawl
You're running for a bus and then it happens
You slip on a discarded banana peel
You wind up with your bum high in the air
Doing some acrobatic cartwheels
You wonder how these inanimate objects
Seem to know the right time to attack
It happens when you surely least expect it
And your wheels come right off the track!
©Jack Ellison 2012
Crystal ball what do you see
Why is the world laughing at me
Tell me what can you foresee
Show me where to regain my integrity
Crystal ball do you mock my lack of dignity
Give me answer, give me a clue
What is there left for me to do
If I ran without a plan to ever return
Would I destroy the flame inside that makes me burn
Do i stay inside the shadows, and simply remain so shallow
Why do I rant, and sit to bellow, throw you hard against the wall
Shatter my last hopes to end my fall, I feel my insides bleed
Picked up the shards, proceeded to feed
Choking to death on a crystal ball
Arguing with inanimate objects
Can be very distressing
To them
My Roomba drove itself down the stairs
The Keurig switched to decaf
Alexa told me where to go
Siri filed for a restraining order
My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app
My robot pet brought poop into the house
When I hit the “autopark” button
My car parks itself around the corner from the house
My security cameras only watch what I’m doing
My drone took off with a raven
I googled “How to get rich”
It told me to sell my organs
I checked my heart rate on my apple watch
It said “faster – you’re still breathing”
While hiking my phone beeped
The message read…
You are entering a dead zone…STAY THERE.
cold has no time, motion has no voice
and it has been so long since the stones
cried out in the open fields. hardened
still cold stones whose only reflection is
to bruise all flesh.
graveyard vulgar granite lips have little faith.
so the eulogy goes something like this.
he was always such a good drunk
when empty bottles around him went clunk.
happy as piss in a jar that is a wishin
some raise a bottle others just miss him.
Inanimate objects are more introverts
Than plants, insects and animals!
They also have soul and intelligence!
It sounds weird but it’s true
They also say things they want to say
In their own minds in human languages
But making more feeble sounds!
From a close distance
They also hear what others say in their minds!
From a close distance
They also hear what humans say with their mouth!
They also praise God and prostrate in imagination!