Best Invisible Poems
About our first parents,
here’s something beautiful to know
Adam was created perfect,
and from out of him, Eve followed
God said to His Son:
You and I, We are One
Lets make them like us,
in Our image color them invisible
Give them one rainbow soul,
two spirits with hearts of gold
But the most precious gift of all,
God gave them a skin of faith
So they could live under the Son,
bathing in the bright rays
of His love, free and unafraid
Using invisible colors,
is how Adam and Eve were body painted
With a faith paintbrush,
their children were meant to be picture perfect sainted
God made us all in His image —
beautiful invisible colors
God said teach your children this one thing:
to love one another
God said to Adam and Eve:
your children are all sisters and brothers
For I have blessed them, you see,
to look like My Son and Me —
Pure and holy invisible colors
We were meant to be fruitful and abound,
growing in love for one another
And I will confess right now:
We are One ... everybody connected to each other
And I love you and you and you,
for you are all my sisters and brothers
Looking good in our spiritual skin:
beautiful invisible colors ...
beautiful invisible colors
clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
he is a man with no money, no property
a hapless struggler of excessive loan burdens
bitter winter winds blow across Broadway
he is invisible to affluent theatre-goers wearing warm winter coats
he is a man who watches them scurry past the cardboard box that is his bed
like a rain-dog, huddling in the shadows of alleys and doorways
he hears deafening explosions of New Year fireworks
he is invisible to the revellers
he is a man who cowers, recalling gunfire of a war he fought
echoing through his mind in restless nights
the incessant thumping of traumatic stress
he is invisible...a victim of post-Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq
who once bore a uniform and served his country with pride
he is invisible suffering alone, paying the price
through severe disabilities and permanent scars
with sadness, he watches voters going to the polls
he is invisible, a veteran with no voice in elections
he is a man who cannot vote without an “address”
a placard on a pavement might catch the eye
unemployed, homeless, unseen
but most of all forgotten
he is a man who seems invisible
but he is still a man
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This is co-written by Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
in remembrance of our war veterans.
[Published @ Muse to Move (A.P.F. Publisher UK 2017]
You're a camera obscura, a broken bell's rings,
You made me dance slowly on sad phantom strings.
You always had the slightly off-color touch,
Your insensitive skin never softened up much.
Our meals were quiet with subtle trespass,
Off like a mispronounced requiem mass.
I corrupted your files, threw you askew,
You knew my pictures weren't entirely true.
We never could see in each other's mirrors,
Our focus was broken, our lenses were tears
That clouded our vision, that shrouded the past,
Our statements were false, or if pure couldn't last.
I voided your interest, the chasm was steep,
You fell into boredom, I put you to sleep.
You woke up translucent, you dissolved in the air,
Did I ever see you, were you ever there?
December 17, 2016
For Daniel Turner's contest - 'What was I thinking'
Peekaboo
I see you
But you do not see me
Clammy sweat
Palms get wet
You want to run, be free
Shiver, shake
Wide eyes make
You give a stiffled scream
Unclear doubt
What's about
Feel's like horrible dream
Heartbeats race
You hide face
You can't this torture bear
Close behind
Me you'll find
You know my name as Fear
You can't see
Wicked me
But Fear is always near!
~ 29 Apr 2016~
Contest Sponsored by SKAT A
Being invisible #2 - Poetry Contest
Note:
Fear is the companion of everybody. Silient, irrational, omnipresent, and INVISIBLE. Fear always lurks around the corner, it is invisible and strikes one suddenly. It is diffiult to come to terms with it let alone recognise it. The scream of the drowning person, or the suffocating feeling or terror of a phobia, are all manifestations of FEAR - once you face it, it vanishes!
Daddy wants to touch and kiss,
Being invisible would be bliss
No more hiding behind locked doors
No more the screams of father’s whores
Run through the woods to cry in peace
Maybe then the beating would finally cease
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Sob in silence, in pain I cry
Pray the lord will let me die
Cannot leave, cannot stray
I’ve been bad, he says I’ll pay
He watches me and haunts my dreams
Does daddy even here my screams?
I could live forever, but for memories
Being invisible would be bliss
Saw that boy at school today
I beg my fears please go away
Bite my lip, hold my tongue
Please let his guesses all prove wrong
I just hope he doesn’t see
The piece of daddy that hides in me
I could die forever, but for reverie
Being invisible, me, no one will miss
He cannot see me, he wouldn’t care
Hated again I could not bear
Trapped myself away from him
All in all dad, he still wins
To not love the boy I’ve spied
My poor heart has finally died
I could die forever, but for reverie
But I am invisible, and he will never see
I Got Scars, Invisible Chains That Tightly Bind
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep
There the darkness came ravaging a broken mind
I got scars, invisible chains that tightly bind
And an epic loss that can any man destroy
When a younger lad, just a poor O' Southern boy!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Doorways bringing bad nightmares into my sleep
Those battles, those moaning cries can be heard each night
Tragedy, a shame, such a sad pitiful fight
There the darkness comes cutting up both heart and soul
And lord don’t ya know, it is such a wicked toll!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep.
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet ( Sad, dark and once so true )
Note:
They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.
They passed notes like grenades,
Laughed too loudly
When the silence was breaking me.
I wore their words like a second skin—
Tight, blistering,
But invisible to them.
You asked if I was okay once—
But your eyes flicked away
Before the truth had a chance to crawl out.
Still,
That was kind,
Compared to the others
Who carved their stories into my name
Without ever asking for mine.
I screamed,
But only inside,
Where echoes get lost
In the ribcage's corners.
And when I disappeared,
They asked,
“Why didn’t she say something?”
As if silence isn’t something we’re taught
By the ones who pretend
They’re listening.
I've spent numerous such days
isolated in a cornered haze,
surrounded by layered traces
of my own multiple human faces
but this one has taken me afar
into my caves of a haunting scar,
where I tremble in dark fears
drowning into storms of tears.
Afraid of losing my loved ones
my memories eclipsed by doomed suns--
what holds me is an invisible thread
that gleams in dark storms ahead.
I follow the whispers of my heart,
a symphony of hope from the start.
It reminds me to never forget,
life continues after a sunset.
Love and kindness shine like stars,
fireflies glittering in hopeful jars,
to be spread as love ballads along
scarred paths on those who long
to find rays of hopes growing bleak,
their voices we must always seek.
Darkness might cluster our land,
our strength remains a white strand--
words, gestures, thoughts that flow
will always be healers in a loving glow
in the numbered days that we would live,
joy to ourselves and others we must give.
July 26, 2020
Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~Premiere Contest Winner: 1st Place
beneath the veils
of darkened nights
i write to you
in invisible ink
love letters
from my heart
concealed thoughts
trace every edge
of your existence
i arch my letters
like the curves
of backs
in shadows
on the wall
erasing
the distance
between us
by connecting
the stars
we shine
in the brilliance
of the moon
become
the whispers
carried
in the wind
the breathless sighs
before the hush
of dreams
by morning's rise
we fade out
with the letters
of my heart
unseen
fittingly unseen
how it feels
intended meaning
MagiCicada13
Wrapped in the solitude of one blessed night
the moon-eyed moon wanders lightly and alone
inside a vast and deep, darkly expansive sky
Dark cores of light glide
through a dormant ether,
as butterfly shadows play softly against
a dense canopy of leaves.
A still figure appears as if by chance,
underneath the cadence of the light,
swaying like wavering puppets on a string
she meditates on
the fast appearing stars ...
Creating magic from the tatters of the night
she's an invisible wand to the world
but unto thyself, she is as full, as the moon.
The outsider,
the girl who doesn't fit in,
the one who hides,
no one knows her within.
She sits alone everyday,
still no one cares.
They treat like she's
some kind of stray.
She walks through the halls,
with a lonely attitude.
She calmly traces the walls,
with great gratitude.
She's in love with a guy
who doesn't even know she exists.
She trys and she trys
to get him to notice,
but he's one of those stupid guys
who think unpopular girls are bogus.
At night she crys
all alone in her bed.
She wishes he would love her,
but he chooses the pretty girl instead.
I am the invisible girl behind the words,
Known in every land for my bleeding ink;
Behind self-imposed walls I find a place to think,
Each sad brick is sorrow and betrayal.
Within my strong walls my poems are free birds,
Invisible- I surround myself with beauty;
Music playing in the background, oh so moody,
My writing desk ever loyal,
Lovely, although invisible my portrayal.
I dine with a view of flowers swaying,
On a shady porch my cats are sleeping;
Books on many shelves are my friends truly.
And art on walls are my dearest companions,
I am invisible- this is not delusions.
So invisible-
Afraid to leave my haven.
I am a red rose hidden,
You must be willing,
To peel back each soft petal,
To reveal this girl of words.
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April 24, 2016
Poetry/Canzone/Choka/Hello, I'm Invisible
Copyright Protected, ID 16-782-226-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration - Image #1
Entered in the contest, Being Invisible
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
Love is invisible
an undetectable secret weapon.
Some use it naturally
others for their advantage,
manipulating it like a weapon
intoxicating the vulnerable
with their twisted toxic methods.
Once mastered though
there is nothing more powerful
than its essence.
For it has the capability
to engineer uncontrollable reactions,
which chemically unbalance the mind.
When your heart has lost control
the whole body functions for one goal,
that is to embrace and embody only love.
Who ever the object of your affection,
the desire to have feelings reciprocated increase
enticing your soul to dance to your song of choice.
The heart longs for a match,
the soul for a mate,
the brain for intellectual thought,
while the skin craves for just a touch
and the lips for an opportunity to taste
fruits unknown, which become ripe with a kiss.
Never underestimate the power of love,
there is nothing more greater.
Once two hearts connect
all else is futile - feelings are blind.
Another journey begins
with the game of love
The Silent One
Originally written 11 January 2016
Invisible Prison
I look at the wall
I look at the floor
I look out the window
I look at the door
No clock on the wall
No light in the socket
Empty bottles and empty wallet
Bars in my mind
I am tied to chair
Longing freedom of the fresh air
Ropes hold me tight
Hopes have dulled my escaping knife
Empty room
Empty soul
I look at the floor
I look at the wall
I look at the door
I look out the window
The ceiling is falling
Fans twirling in my head
I stumble and fall
Through it all
Mirrors in turmoil
Dance in the mind
Death's sardonic laughter
Wishes granted by the latter
Month’s later authorities will demand
What the hell is the matter?
Red words, all a splatter
Stoic I sit, nothing to shatter
Police Report
One No sign of any struggle
Two Almost looks like he froze to death
One Door wasn’t even locked
One No food in the fridge
Two Odd hardly any furniture
One Will need a tox screen to make sure
One Looks like he just sat there and died
Two How long you figure he was like that?
One Month or more, maybe even two, allot of decomposition
Two Who called it in?
One Neighbor, said his car had a flat tire in his driveway
One and wasn’t moved in weeks
Two Hey take a look at this!
One what you got?
Two The freezer, full of Cash and gold
One I'd be damned, no food and all that doe
Two Almost feels like he was in a prison
One Who knows? The coroner is here
Two Ya, guess we done here, lab will do the rest
One Lets go grab a coffee
Some people have convictions, some people have two!