Best Invisible Man Poems
You can see him
an invisible man
Peter Daim
is his name
He is weathered and gray
An invisible man
but you can see him
An invisible man
No one accepts him
But everyone knows him
Poor, dirty and unshaved
Everything he owns
he has in a plastic bag
His precious treasures
He's an invisible man
but you can see him
Under the bridge
where the shadows are
he sleeps at night
Invisible and just him alone
Peter Daim
has no coins
He lives of our
food that we throw
What we call garbage
Everyone sees him go hungry and thirsty
We turn around
Because he is an invisible man
06.05.2016
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I am as human as anyone
I like to be happy and have fun
But you don’t care for me, even if you can
To you, I am the invisible man
My presence goes unnoticed all the time
For you, talking to me is like a crime
Do you see my face when you look at me
Or do you just look and never see
Your priceless attention I try to grab
To brighten up my world, that’s so drab
I make silly jokes to fill your life with spice
But to you, I am someone you despise
So I live my life as best as I can
Smiling through my tears, trying to be a man
A man whose existence, to you, in your world is desirable
Not what I am now, Invisible
The end of us breaks open both old and new cracks in my heart.
How come I couldn't see where my blind love would lead us,
Ending it again, you have, before our love could fully grow.
In the many, many years since I first fell in love with you,
Never did I think we'd find our love and then lose it.
Vanishing appears the only option left to me now,
Incredible loneliness once again my friend.
Surely God didn't intend our splitting?
Inside my heart you are big as ever.
But, I am a silly old romantic,
Long ago laden with love,
Ever waiting only for you.
Madness to love you?
About to find out.
Now I fade away.
Invisible...
Am I,
Me.
Going
Off
Now,
End.
10/06/12
Gone: breathless, cold, deceased, dead, departed, done, fallen, lifeless, lost, obsolete, vanished.
Invisible: concealed, discreet, hidden, inconspicuous, unnoticeable, unseen.
The Invisible Man (1933)
Farewell, flesh and bone
explore vast unknown
as mere mortals fade
a new god is made-
me and me alone.
Test tube choice,
my silver voice
commands the room.
Pronounce their doom!
I am here.
Unseen fear…
I am God!
Now, fools…
I will
Rule!
Peering out as from behind a veil, seeing, but not seen.
Feeling, but not felt.
A faint shadow noticed, yet unrecognized.
As a gentle wind drifts across the shape of a more solid soul,
Conformed, yet having no form.
Ache though I do to step from the shadow, there it is I remain until
summoned,
My existence, my worth, to be bestowed by the one who calls.
Physical form offers fleeting hope of life whole, but to behind the veil I will be
returned.
Callous indifference the cause of my condition, possibly.
Benign familiarity though seems the more likely culprit.
Unknowing, both summoned and summoner are imprisoned, sedated on the
monochrome tapestry of rote daily life. Complacent in ignorance, can escape
be found with captivity unrecognized?
Realization visits but one. Blame not, for what binds one binds the other.
Wake to our state and give name to our bonds. Grieve for our captivity,
Let us then run together as one toward the light.
I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.
The Invisible Man has one jewel! Nature
There is no world without the beauty of nature,
So what is left when these gifts have left a bitter man?
Would it be hell, pain, permanent punishment?
Or the deepest darkest prison with no light.
Deep in my dreams I can remember the word kindness,
But it is only a word, one I have never understood nor met,
Would kindness walk hand in hand with nature?
Would it be a different emotion away from hate and revenge?
Was there once a word called gentleness?
From a time that some people cared?
No! There cannot be, because nobody cares,
Another legend from stories long time past.
So what happened to those long gone emotions?
Selfishness has taken up his sword and struck them down,
Did it also cut down the word friendliness?
What would it have been like to have a friend?
Come with me along a road, I built it myself,
Experience fear, black corners, black tunnels, strangeness,
The grass is coarse, trees lining my road are very wrong,
Listen to the whispers, from nobody, nowhere, hissing hate.
Conspicuous, and unwanted, taunts of filth and disgust,
Cold, icy, razor sharp swords lightly cut exposed parts,
I hear mourning, weeping, great anguish, I think it's my own,
I am tired, can't rest, I am too petrified to sleep.
The road is danger, I know some thing unthinkable waits,
For a weakness to show maybe hunger, maybe, compassion,
Evil walks my road silent, glaring bitter revenge at me,
But the real evil is a cowardliness, I cannot escape.
My thoughts reflect
upon the hour glass,
and knowing with the bottom mostly full
and darkness closer by,
the thing I was supposed to do
is undefined, retreating
in the now descending dusk,
a most sardonic eulogy, indeed,
There is a cadence beating
as I turn within. It echoes
as the triumph's hollow drums
would sound beneath the pines
along the Appian way, a counterpoint
to whispers that "thou art a man,"
a shell, a fallen leaf thrust by the wind,
accountable the least of all
to some inverted pride.
There is a song within such turning,
that is unsung, unending,
like a silent god, an unobtrusive,
still insistent art in parallel
along the corridor I walk.
It is the spectre that I also do not see.
It is the consciousness I share unborn, undying,
and the I-ness that I do not dare to touch.
And were I then to reach for it,
would you as well?
And are we not dependent
on the swell of every soul fulfilled...
Upon the hope clean ecstasy
may bring to sing at last
when all the silence bursts upon us?
Come, and bear with me
the crashing of the sea,
the fire emerging from beneath,
the planets crumbling,
the blackened sun--for that
we shall espy within
an endless cosmos of the mind
that cannot calculate the way to die.
~
The invisible man going to waste.
They said not to rush so instead I tried haste.
Out every week
a regular
a familiar face
drinking at everyone else's pace.
I count the seconds to return
a few free lessons and a lot of drinks to learn!
Faces wobble and I search the crowd
busy and frustrated, the invisible man laughing out loud.
making promises to myself I'd love to keep..
getting let down and loosing sleep.
Invisible you are to my eyes
Mind and spirit you are a glow
Invisible to my eye longing to see your portrait
Not knowing who this man is that makes me smile and leaves me only to
reminisce
Walking with you throughout my days and visioning you during my nights
Who is this invisible man
He is a man that touches my inner soul to the deepest of depth
Invisible man you've entered into my world
Is this destiny
Why is it you travelled into my path and when we conversate we connect as if you
have found your other half
How could this be
I leave myself questioning
Are you truly the man for me
We have shared so much that the question of eternity arises
Invisible man you leave me feeling warm and you have moved my inner spirits
For that I have a glow that comes from the bond that you and I only know
As the invisible man expresses and I understand his highs and lows
Finding the beauty and purity which lies within his soul
Looking beyond his trials and tribulations I find silver and gold
Invisible man you are that star to me that sparkles and shines and lifts my soul
Invisible man that you are I'm longing to see you and have the mystery unfold
To indulge in temptations and having no limitations on our dreams and journeys
yet to begin
Invisible man that you are I've realized and know you for who you are
Your outer casing is the missing piece that in time I shall see
Invisible man you know who you are
One day I'll see you and the picture will be clear and if my visions are right
You will be everything I imagined this invisible man to be
Remember invisible you are to my eyes
Mind and spirit you're a glow
Invisible show yourself
I am an Invisible Man.
Known to be a ghost,
and not be seen by the people,
who walk the streets.
I am Invisible to the naked eye.
Seen only at night,
I find myself the most incapable,
of falling in love with the sweet Maiden,
That I first laid eyes on,
at the University steps.
I sit in my dark room,
A ghost in my own habitat.
Living with my dead friends.
Poe, Hemingway, Elliot,
They all keep me company in my time of Invisibilty.
I am Invisible to the naked eye,
and she doesn't notice me.
My portrait Lady,
That I paint everynight in my mind.
She doesn't notice me, for I am a ghost.
A ghost
Who does not belong in the mortal world.
I am an invisible poet,
who writes with invisible ink.
My words are endless, but mean nothing to you,
for I am an Invisible Man.
The Invisible Man has one jewel! Nature
There is no world without the beauty of nature,
So what is left when these gifts have left a bitter man?
Would it be hell, pain, permanent punishment?
Or the deepest darkest prison with no light.
Deep in my dreams I can remember the word kindness,
But it is only a word, one I have never understood nor met,
Would kindness walk hand in hand with nature?
Would it be a different emotion away from hate and revenge?
Was there once a word called gentleness?
From a time that some people cared?
No! There cannot be, because nobody cares,
Another legend from stories long time past.
So what happened to those long gone emotions?
Selfishness has taken up his sword and struck them down,
Did it also cut down the word friendliness?
What would it have been like to have a friend?
Come with me along a road, I built it myself,
Experience fear, black corners, black tunnels, strangeness,
The grass is coarse, trees lining my road are very wrong,
Listen to the whispers, from nobody, nowhere, hissing hate.
Conspicuous, and unwanted, taunts of filth and disgust,
Cold, icy, razor sharp swords lightly cut exposed parts,
I hear mourning, weeping, great anguish, I think it's my own,
I am tired, can't rest, I am too petrified to sleep.
The road is danger, I know some thing unthinkable waits,
For a weakness to show maybe hunger, maybe, compassion,
Evil walks my road silent, glaring bitter revenge at me,
But the real evil is a cowardliness, I cannot escape.
I always wondered what is gods plan-
and just realized im the invisible man-
a spec of dust on planet earth unseen-
as I roam this planet in this endless dream-
my purpose on earth I still cant find-
I walk by faith I cant see im blind-
the lord is my cloak I need gods plan-
he shields me from evil as the invisible man
I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.
The Invisible Man talks to His Imaginary Friend. The only friend he has.
There have been some dreadful changes, Sam
This place is evil, corrupt and more,
But never was there such changes .Sam,
In any days ever before.
The world's gone mad you can depend on it,
All the old times are upset,
We will soon be in our coffins, Sam
Let’s make the world not forget.
It warm for spring too warm, Sam
Yesterday as I shuffled around the town,
The changes have happened. Sam
All in under thirty years,
Looking around my native town, Sam
I was thinking as I stood,
I looked for reassurance, Sam,
It did not do any good.
So where am I in this place?
Please listen to me Sam,
I looked around and all was strange,
Is this a horrible sham?
So while I've been gone the world has turned,
Our old places are so different today,
You close your eyes for a moment. Sam,
And all of the old things go away.
These men that live on this estate now, Sam,
It seems the dice is cast,
Sam the old times could not come back now,
So it's good bye to the past.
Devoid of all substance and matter
I am empty to the core
Cold and vacant are my eyes
My soul resides in me no more
Love and desire have vacated my heart
And my will and hope have fled
Any thoughts of joy or happiness
No longer fill my head
Drained of all feeling and emotion
All that’s left is an empty shell
My tears have dried, my voice has gone
I’m now unable to cry or yell
My spiritual existence has ended
And left me completely hollow
If my courage hadn’t left me long ago
I would let my mortal life follow
Indistinguishable from the nothingness
I am the darkness’s biggest fan
As I am now resigned to be
Just another invisible man
I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.
The Invisible Man sits on his bench in the shopping parade it is a windy day but the sun shows itself every now and then. He feels hung over today as he was drunk last evening and his mind wanders off in different directions. Again his defence mechanisms start to work and he reflects about his past.
I have seen bright-eyed daises open and golden yellow buttercups across huge meadows unfold,
A delicate golden shining carpet spreading across water-mead’s the finest a cloth of purest gold,
White clouds scudding across watery blue skies, puffs of cotton changing their shapes as they go,
Storms at a distance rumbling and rolling peels of thunder and lightning both with hail and snow,
Pure white spring lambs grazing beside a crystal brook looking around and dancing in their stream,
Swallows playing games flying fast and low singing with joy while the brown cows give cream,
But now I have no home and this beautiful land stays in my head like a picture painted in my mind,
Even in my desperate loneliness I still dream longing and searching for more dear memories to find,
In my daydream there is an old road winding its way to nowhere I lean on an old gate in the lane,
I dream of May time everything is being reborn the glades and the fields turn back to gold again,
In my daydream I am listening to a skylark singing sweetly joined by a nightingale over my head,
In my dream I am respected and good company I have friends talking and laughing enjoying life,
But it is just a dream and my dreams never come true they end in tragedy and cruelty why is this?
Invisible is brought back to reality when he realises someone is shouting at him for sitting on the seat he is told that the seat is for old people to sit on. Invisible tells the man there is plenty of room on the seat. The reply to that is ‘ who in their right mind wants to sit next to a smelly old dosser move now!’