Best Inexistent Poems
Night follows day in bitter hungry monotony,
as wane laughter dies upon parched lips,
and ignorant innocence is trampled underfoot
at every corner of the decadent deserted plain.
Homeless bulimic children unsmiling, subdued, thirsty
seek dilapidated dug-in shelters devoid of nourishing food.
Employment inexistent, as the rich grow richer,
the poor poorer. Death is not far away. Famine reigns.
This is today's nightmare as vultures fly above
ready to prey on dead children’s carcasses below.
But I am headstrong and will not give up.
For I'm sure someday there will be
a reckoning, a purge, where judgment triumphs.
Then as years roll by, we will return to till the land,
our laughter will increase, our food becomes abundant,
our minds will return to sanity.
And all my wishes will come true.
Love grows with humility and respect.
But that's another story, another age.
Categories:
inexistent, angst, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Imaginary equivocates
Inquiring all along the states
In a silenced unreal fullness of Time
Necessity and Space, for a while
Forever unconsciuous of her mind
Inexistent demonstration of her exile
Our world, our dimension, our style
Decided all in one only night
Before the announced wreckship of mankind
Unnatural and delight
of our notes, dreams and lines
that were simple vovels of an infant cry
Above the sheet of shyness
And over the street of soleness
The tremble of a while
An electrified dumb image of dismay
As it looks from behind
It’s a simple algorithm
But with no way to retourn back again
For the eternal stage of fearless Fate
Categories:
inexistent, allegory, imagery, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
Categories:
inexistent, business, cowboy-western, depression, education,
Form:
Couplet
To be standing so tall, broad as you do.
With your strength captured, hidden within dew.
Without respect, you protect many things.
Thou, inexistent, until siren sings,
When born, two men fell into your abyss.
Unrecovered, told now, in reminisce.
Now almost forgotten, you still hold back.
Thou will only be known upon your wrack.
written for
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Jack OUT of the Box
Categories:
inexistent, dedication, education, history, life,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
for the third class life is surrounded by, not a single affirmative element but utter negativity, it may be a condemned one, yet is still worthwhile living the life because in the total negativity one can disavow everything just like an absolute authority
for the third-rater is always treated by those around one with contempt, the life may be miserable, yet is enjoyable because the anger i swallowed in every moment of my life and kept in the depth of my heart with tears can be spewed out at any time, in anywhere, just like a most powerful tyrant
to impress others, may be impossible, i flapped the wings that actually i didn’t possess; the beauty of life was then however, it doesn’t matter if i was a performer of first class theatre or of third. even with those inexistent wings, i was able to fly boastfully in the spotlight dazzling colorful air though for a little while
although i searched for a way to wonderland and went after a good and ripened time for harvest, the soul rent with grief and mortified, alas, i was always wound-up to standing in the damned same starting point because no matter
how hard i searched, the way to wonderland was nowhere on earth it never
existed for me, no matter how eagerly i went after it, the ripened good time was never there for me to harvest; nonetheless, even with deeply wounded heart, i was able to find the moment of peace at the point where i started off was, may be my numbed sensitivity, caused from the debt too great for me to pay off, caused from the destitution never be filled to flee from it
“why don’t you laugh at this ludicrous fool’s tears?” the fool being ousted from even this filthy third class theatre which was filled with rowdy audiences! “why don’t you cry for this helpless buffoon’s laughter?” mimicking Caesar with antic,
‘et tu, Brute!’*
even in this crucial moment
of losing my one and only vocation the buffoon ever had
*William Shakespeare. Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1. ‘You too, Brutus!’
Categories:
inexistent, anger, dark, depression, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
We believe love to be that ideal perfect world we seek
Seeing in it, a comfort, a solace, a companionship,
Thereby imbibing us with enough strength
As to face our world, which can be good
If it wants to or hostile if it so deems!
Yet, in that which we want to root ourselves,
Lies a hidden pit, which gets opened
Only when the blindfold that we wear over our eyes,
Get lifted by that which is known as our truth!
In the depths of the pit, abuse in all of its forms
Steadily builds itself upon its own foundations,
And once it is set loose,
Nothing and no one can chase it down,
And secure it back to then when it was inexistent!
Once free, it shows itself as being made of a steady will
Easily shattering us in whatever ways that it can;
Physically maiming us as to have us wince with pain
As we busy ourselves doing our daily activities
Or emotionally tearing us apart
As to turn us into unstable oceans, capable of
Turning dry if we so wish to, or making of our swells
Heavenly planes for surfers to play into if we so choose!
The abuse that is hidden in love comes with its packaging
And the extent to which each one of us experiences it
Depends upon our chance, or even our karma, or even
Upon that which we call fate!
But then, if we choose to stay away from the soothe of love,
We come to face another kind of abuse;
That which comes from those who are unable to digest
The fruits that we grow; that which come from the trees
Of inner peace growing in our own microcosm!
Categories:
inexistent, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached
Categories:
inexistent, adventure, art, dedication, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Sum
the nihil
beyond cognition
the mirror
of every atom
the daylight star
behind the black night sky
nothing escapes
no hand may reach
no eye ever notice
no mind would comprehend
not to be found
by those who seek
heard will be those
who do not speak
only the deaf
will smell a sound
not of this world
the unheard
the unseen
the never sensed
the never been
meaningless
irrelevant
inexistent
some deny
some believe
ergo sum
Categories:
inexistent, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Blank verse
The sun has set, and millions of lights awaken on the landscape.
I look out my window and spot the flickering light of the airport,
I see the dim light of a streetlamp, as it slowly fades in the
Eternity of darkness that surrounds its stainless steel case.
And I wonder: Where does light go, after the streetlight dies?
Nowhere, it’s still there, only unseen by the eyes of the creatures
Living in the concrete jungle.
And in the distance a weak spark broken by the sound of the
inexistent trees flattering in the wind. A beggar is rolling his cart
on the asphalt road, and on every bump I can hear the metallic
noise which built this land long ago. The sky is filled with a cold,
silky cover of darkness which spreads from one corner of the city
in another, blurring the existence of stars, moons, far reaching planets.
Like they would have never existed. Like no one would have ever
discovered and named them. They’re out, beyond the limits.
They aren’t real. Never were in the eyes of an urban being.
In the neighboring building a light switches on. Someone came.
Somebody fills the void in the room, someone turns on the light.
Than after a moment it’s gone. It left its habitat probably to go
And meet its mates. Probably. The wind picks up again, as it
Can be heard through the alley. It’s strong. Someone’s caught
In it, as a jacket can be heard screaming in the distance.
In a moment it stops; as sudden as it started, the finish isn’t more
Subtle. The beggar returns to look for some shelter in the night.
It finds a bench to sleep on, and it tucks itself in with old, used
Newspapers.
I stand looking out my window, and it all starts to clear out,
than it becomes more confusing than it was earlier. Much more.
Nothing seems to add up. Everything is chaotic in this land
where everything was created by man, yet everything seems
so dead. I can’t imagine. I can’t think. I’m amazed by the
City.
Categories:
inexistent, confusion, philosophy, urban, light,
Form:
Blank verse
Do not think of me; go on your solitary way,
search empty valleys or deserted mountain tops.
Or trek towards the seashore. See, the horizons beckon,
ever-shifting, changing, always fluctuating, mutable.
You sucked my soul away: I am an empty husk,
worthless, ineffectual, useless. Move on towards the sun
shining in the high skies but be careful lest
you yourself are burnt away to worthless cinders.
So do not think of me. Move on, be bright
the future is now yours, I'm merely just a past.
Forget me; I'm inexistent for that is my lifeline.
Maybe I'll find a loving soul who loves me true,
but only if you do not think of me.
Categories:
inexistent, addiction, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
If life itself does have no meaning
Pray, tell me, does justice need to come from the divine
From that power which is still mystifying
From that power which is still in the process of being philosophized
Why, see you, I believe that justice should come from ourselves
Following the standards we have set ourselves
Based on a set of moral values
Based on the laws of all societies
Of course, we do have to pray for justice
Of course, we do have to let the heavens do their part
But what of the demoniac nature of man
That which causes him to have always evil prevailing in this land
What to make of such a man, if not to show him justice
Is it not said that humanity is made of two sides
One side shines with light, while the other ones rejoices in being sinful
Pray, what to make of such an evil man, if not to show him instant justice
Some do, in all sorts of evil acts, take pride
Others do see in those acts, something so beautiful
Pity I these people for they are made of blindness
Pretending to be followers of the Great One, they do find joy in sinful activities
So, justice does be for me, whatever does will the moral standards
Indeed, justice does be for me, the victory of truth
Yes, justice does be for me, humanity, living side by side, in peace
Justice, does be for me, constant and stable happiness
Justice does be for me, the vanquishing of those inner demons
Those that make us, to sins, so prone
Justice does be for me, the way life reminds us all that God does be somewhere
Even if He does seem to be always absent and even inexistent
Justice does be for me, the proof of my muse's love for me
My muse, my God, my angel, the one giving me company
Justice does be, the paths He does clear
Justice does be, the tears He does dry
Justice does be the way He keeps me smiling
Even when the rain is pelting or the desert remains all dry
Justice does be the look scary snakes do give me
When they try to bite me but cannot, for my heart beats to the rhythms of the sky!
Justice,
Divine peace
Human intervention
Justice, the only way to find in this world, peace!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5 September 2015
For Contest Justice
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
Categories:
inexistent, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
Why, after having suffered a fall down this mundane plane
My chances of being in a state of gain
My hopes of even wishing to be arisen
Were more than inexistent!
But then, the power of love does be so grand
Reminded was I, of how much I do mean
To the one I have always been in love with
The one because of whom I had always been in a state of grieve
Yes, a second chance was I offered
A second chance which made me content
A second chance imbibed with hues so deeply colored
That to it and to its strange force, I surrendered
Love does be a blessing
Love does be the force behind one's inner strength
Love does make one feel so at ease
Love does even cure any sort of ailing
Love has become my faith
Or should I say, my faith did turn into love
Now, a floating spirit I have become, free and wild
Letting myself be blown whichever way does go the summery breeze
I did choose another route
I did think of my own pain as being so acute
As to forsake love, as to forsake solace
Wanting to build for myself, another castle, even if were out of place
But Love wanted me back
Love offered me a second chance
Or should I say, I gave love another chance
Whichever, it matters not, for it is a love which does be reciprocated
Pray, this life does revolve on uncertainty
It is laden with misery and relies on pity
Love graces it, I shall accept this second chance
I shall make of it, the tune on which I shall always dance
Always, as long as I do breathe
Always, as long as I shall live
Pray, love does be my savior
Love does be my caring gardener!
Categories:
inexistent, forgiveness, freedom, love, ,
Form:
Free verse
In the wake of a full moon
When men search for their beloved
And wolves are in their fullest potential
Surged from the strength of the moonlight
A murder of passion is committed
Hidden in the darkness from the eyes of man
Yet I see the act of rage occur
Now I wage war against the death of my own
They say I’m safe
Hidden from the world‘s eyes
Living in the image of one that is inexistent
Needless to say I am dead
Yet I feel I her eyes
Salvage and study my every move
Now I’m scared of my shadow
And wondering how one night changed my life
I hear her foot steps in my dream
Running away from her dead lover
And a few steps towards
And I realize it is not a dream
She is reaching out to take my life
And I have no power over her
I hear the sound of a gunshot
And realize that the blood is mine
Never knew fear like this before
Now I’m awake in apprehension
Oh my God it was a dream
For me it’s more than that
It’s a second chance at life and love
A full moon is soon approaching
For my new life I rejoice
Categories:
inexistent, fear, life,
Form:
ABC
I close my eyes to picture paradise
A paradise never seen or heard of
An inexistent place of being
A look around and take in the unimaginable scene
Making sure of the surroundings I stand in
My eyes look for the deep sense of reality
Here, there is no war
There is no hate
There is no judgment
Perfection and outer beauty do not exist
violence, discrimination, and wealth is forgotten in the abyss
They become words scrambled in the past with lost meanings
I feel so far away from home as I search for signs of life
But only I breathe this air and walk this ground
Realizing that I am the only one who longs for paradise
But suddenly I hear happy murmurs from afar
The other souls have bravely stepped into this peaceful world
True freedom and serenity flow into my light body
Lifting me off the ground, making me feel so high
A sense of worth and meaning dawn over me as I float off into the beaming sky
I've never felt such a belonging before
No more do I dwell on the past
This moment is what I live for
Worries are left on the ground and crushed by all of the lovely souls
As I begin to open my eyes praying for this world to stay
My feet begin to come down onto the solid ground
Standing in this cold ugly world
I question life and search for paradise once again
Categories:
inexistent, inspirationalme, world, me, paradise,
Form:
A simple hint of sadness a sudden flash of memory
Mind opens flood gates dark clouds come seeping in
Rivers of emotion take over as ink begins to flow
Page after bloody page of nightmarish dreams
Nothing is sacred not even my innocence
Do I dare to tell the tales of times long past
Death and disappointment quickly flow from my pen
Confidences broken by whispers of infidelity
Pride can not linger here for I am undeserving
Heavy burdens lay at my feet I struggle to carry
Rocky roads traveled bare feet sliced with each step
Weight of the past wears down on bloody shoulders
A tale to be told yet lips will not part to speak
Tattered pages fill blood stained notebook
Woven web of madness beginning to make sense
Abuse not only to the flesh my mind as well
Broken not just bones my spirit no longer shines
Alone even standing among the crowd
Cold steel brings my only sense of feeling
Open doors yet I can not seem to escape
Blade to flesh drops of blood release of pain
Bind my pages hide them well ink runs dry
Chemical blood flows through my veins
Thoughts grow cloudy all dreams cease
Days pass emotions seemingly inexistent
Induced smile turns up unwilling lips
Ice blue eyes unable to weep hidden tear
Inside screams echo loudly smile remains
Can they see my inner torment raging?
Do chemical smiles fool even those that know me?
Pill bottles at bedside Press firmly to open cap
Script reads increase dosage if thoughts resurface
One turns to six, six to ten who’s counting anyway
Lips to glass quench this thirst swallow capsules
Dreams will cease along with breathing eyes close
Death takes me, suffer no more. pill bottles on my floor
Categories:
inexistent, angst, death, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse