Best Invulnerable Poems
I'm an alien from Krypton and I'm able to fly.
I'm Superman and bullets don't make me die.
Bombs, tanks and nuclear weapons can't kill me either, I'm invulnerable.
I save at least fifty people every day, that's amazing and it's pretty cool.
Usually, the only thing that can kill me is Kryptonite.
But I did die when Doomsday and I had a massive fight.
We beat each other to death but I was able to return.
My death made many cry, I was touched by their concern.
I have X-ray vision and I can see through everything except lead.
Lex Luthor hates my guts and he says he won't rest until I'm dead.
Last week there was a forest fire and I put it out with my ice breath.
When I got through blowing on that fire, there was none of it left.
I can also make laser beams come out of my eyes.
When people see me, they say "There's the man who flies."
I have a girl who I love more than life itself, her name is Lois Lane.
When I'm Superman, she's nice but when I'm Clark Kent, she's a pain.
Some people call me a miracle but I don't think that's true.
If you're ever in danger, just call my name and I'll save you.
(This poem is based on the DC Comic Book that was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.)
Categories:
invulnerable, death, flying, girlfriend, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
The Comfort of a Drunken Mind
Lipstick on an empty glass
A Memory of a smile
In my time, don’t you know?
Young girls vied for my attention
Always posing, Heartbreaker to women was I.
God, I will never see her smile again
her voice silent to me
Inside I am a flower without rain
A musician without music
My love waits in a queue,
Full of fools, and whiskey bottles
Ahhh another drink
Yes tomorrow, will be better
I remember her stare,
Sitting on that chair,
That damn chair.
Drink Darling?
My Blossom of the night,
a smooth talker me.
I broke her dreams
Now Petals on a stormy sea
I remember her scent
Now washed away on the hurricanes breath
Called Whisky.
Ahh another drink, she won’t leave me?
Damn that empty chair
To bed, the morning will bring her back
The bottle sleeps
and the sandman paints his illusions
Dreams invulnerable to reality.
The glow of dawn, incinerates these imposters
Fabricated in the monsoon of a drowning brain
Cornflakes and Barley wine, a man’s breakfast
What now, a snifter I think and another thought?
Love has left this empty chair
Where dreams and happiness dwelt
Where futures were planned
and Where love flowed, intoxicating our lives.
Still, the empty glass remains.
Ahh, another drink, and another illusion to comfort my soul
The bottle is my love now,
And the empty chair, my sentence.
That damned empty chair
Ahh did I tell you, once I was a heartbreaker?
Come share a drink with me friend?
Categories:
invulnerable, fantasy, love, sad, love,
Form:
Free verse
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline Haikutwinkle
Copyright © 2016 July 20th (Japan Time Zone)
Categories:
invulnerable, child, childhood, imagery, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm
To chronicle tales of my hearts longings
And memoirs of my gradual bondings
To enthral my thoughts in the expanse of time
Parading on the lowly impasse of my prime
To write poetry ,prose or mystery fiction
Titled love on a mission to submission
For winds of change will unravel the future
And the dust of defeat will cover the past
II
Invulnerable In dens of sublime realms
where embers of hope forever gleams
Sparked moments that never fade nor flicker
Down the coconut groves lining the ocean Vast
Departing the depths of calamity chosen
To savour the dews of my late night hours
And devour not the memorable endeavours
For beauty was with me in those moments
One Inevitably engulfed in avid desires
An adherent of the much awaited messiah
With amalgam of glee and humility
And simple life of truth and sincerity
III
Traversing the blissful cavalcade holds
I contemplate in dissonant folds
Harrowing scenes from the sunset vives
I linger in my skimming crimson skies
Seemingly, my life plied on out worn roads
Embalmed by these hands in worded codes
In tongues of my fore fathers decent
I will lounge in their culture with no lament
Like those who came before me
Who fought oppressors from over the sea
and their legends enshrined in echoing songs
Of "murmurs of pleasures, pains, and wrongs"
IV
Whereon mindful of the lot i ought to do
Arrayed within scenes from over the hue
Gradually with hasty steps into depths unexplored
And withdraws, into chambers of happiness and scenes adored
To let the crest of my turning tossing mind detach from fearful odds
And my blessed struggling kind flee from the twilight of the earthly gods
So my heart and soul finally infuse with the fluidity of my course
Down the avenues of my maturity
Down the patterns of my progress
Down the depths of my humility
Down the tangled maze of my life I confess...
..In swirling moon beams of alluring calm
A faith in doubt amid a battering qualm
Under clouds which housed the days of yore
On this shell and plastic littered shore.
Categories:
invulnerable, africa, beach, beautiful, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
FROM THE ur POEMS
thanksgiving prayer of the parasites
by Michael R. Burch
GODD is great;
GODD is good;
let us thank HIM
for our food.
by HIS hand
we all are fed;
give us now
our daily dead:
ah-men!
(p.s.,
most gracious
& salacious
HEAVENLY LORD,
we thank YOU in advance for
meals galore
of loverly gore:
of precious
delicious
sumptuous
scrumptious
human flesh!)
Originally published by Setu
no foothold
by michael r. burch
there is no hope;
therefore i became invulnerable to love.
now even god cannot move me:
nothing to push or shove,
no foothold.
so let me live out my remaining days in clarity,
mine being the only nativity,
my death the final crucifixion
and apocalypse,
as far as the i can see ...
brrExit
by Michael R. Burch
what would u give
to simply not exist—
for a painless exit?
he asked himself, uncertain.
then from behind
the hospital room curtain
a patient screamed—
"my life!"
fog
by michael r. burch
ur just a bit of fluff
drifting out over the ocean,
unleashing an atom of rain,
causing a minor commotion,
for which u expect awesome GODS
to pay u SUPREME DEVOTION!
... but ur just a smidgen of mist
unlikely to be missed ...
where did u get the notion?
Keywords/Tags: prayer, grace, thanksgiving, blessing, parasite, bounty, God, Christ, ur, ur poems
Categories:
invulnerable, animal, bible, christian, extended
Form:
Free verse
Special Drive-in Movies
By Franklin Price
1/15/2015
There were special drive-in movies, when with no money for a date
Guys would pool the cash we had and test our drive-in fate
One would be the driver to keep us from the funk
Was in the car all himself the rest were in the trunk
Drove up to the ticket booth and paid for only one
The rest of us kept quiet; to be caught would be no fun
He parked behind the snack bar, it was darkest there by far
Then he opened up the crowded trunk and we all got in the car
The drive-in north of Cocoa offered some variety
Surrounded by a grove of trees no fencing there to see
The driver paid, the rest of us hid among the trees and grass
Ran from the trees, dove in the back, as he came rolling past
First we landed on the seat then rolled onto the floor
To make room for the next one; there were always several more.
I know just what you're thinking; was the trunk not there to use?
Of course it was but this was fun, provided more ways we could lose
The adrenaline was flowing; there was excitement in the air
If anyone had caught us, would say we did it on a dare
I don't have to tell you; teenage boys think they are king.
Think they are invulnerable and can conquer anything.
No one ever caught us; it was always more than fun
I thought it was a challenge; and was not the only one
Didn't think it was a big deal, just a stupid teenage prank
None of us were bad guys; and with you I'm being frank.
Categories:
invulnerable, high school, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Teddy Kimathi
Copyright © 2016 July 20th
Categories:
invulnerable, humanity, imagination, philosophy, universe,
Form:
Free verse
My mind stormed with “what ifs”
Clueless about shifting ends will be right
Almost words are pell-mell on the cliff
I am hoping to find real delights
What if there are no funny movies?
Leaving many faces too serious for nothing
Our character will not tell a joke and turns ugly
Our time is better written with distinct meaning
What if I could write my younger self?
Will I transgress God’s will?
Or a timely edification of himself
Would rightly fit over frills
What if this is my last day on earth?
Will my wish be granted, while it fits desirable?
Will my wish to remain as a kid will not bring forth?
To places and events where pains are incurable
What if there are no more bad people?
Who would people turn to in order to blame
The righteous are widespread, leaving life favorable
Negativity will no longer rob our children’s fame
Imagining things out of context
What if there are new ways of transportation?
A teleporter would show its greatest effects
Strangers be deployed on chosen destination
Invulnerable if we treat our imagination
Vanishing reality into a divine foreseeing
Aroma of life instilling finest inspiration
What’s up ahead is our take as a human being
May 24, 2016
Categories:
invulnerable, feelings, god, imagination, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I like to take a stroll in the park
and gaze around to see the geese at peace
Birds,of many kinds,shapes,and dimensions
drinking wine from the waterfall faucet
As it is my custom to do when or wherever I may walk
A quaint little song,easy to sing along and cheerfully to hum
It takes one back to a special time in the early life
Verses that refrain with life and a little melancholy
Choruses that meld with a kindergarten children's soothing voice(as One)
Tweetie birds and puppies that romp
Dancing to the melodic humming that comes from the heart
I am the only one that feels quite in place around this natural retreat
To put it on "egbdf" bar or scale,caressing every syllable,a sharp or natural
It does not mean that one may be invulnerable to negative feedback or straight
out attack of the cynical which does dwell within certain cynics
Just a simple old man,re-adjusting his life to serve his and his Loved ones
true pleasures and desires from this life
Take a moment from what may be perplexing in your neck of the woods,
sit quietly on a wooden bench and hum a song to the rabbits,squirrels
cats,and every animal of sort
Not only for them
but,
for yourself,as well
Categories:
invulnerable, introspection, life, life, may,
Form:
A bird that eats the wheat discouraging the farmer,
The worm swallowed by a lizard,
A butterfly soaring on a thyme bush,
Perused a pregnant woman under torrential rain;
Invulnerable,
Manipulated,
Empty thoughts that manoeuvres the corrupt mind;
A snail struggling to overcome the steep stalk,
A depraved heart lonely and unloved,
I saw women breasts feeding soured milk,
Recognising the malnourished children before a bonfire,
The deepest pit holding hundred of cadavers,
All in one rotten basket.
I heard the words of a song, screeching without rhythm,
I heard the lie of a woman cry rape,
I’ve seen her innocent victim jailed;
I longed for a clear mind,
Without sorrow,
Confusion,
And hate.
I saw a garden of yellow daffodils turning red,
That is the husband mutilated the wife,
The bright light of an artificial sun,
The darkest sky without moon and stars,
The unfortunate baby sucked out to live with us,
In a world of gloom,
Where a bird that eats the wheat discouraging the farmer,
Where the worm swallowed by a lizard,
Where a butterfly soaring on a thyme bush;
Where a pregnant woman under torrential rain falls to the ground and
miscarriage.
Categories:
invulnerable, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Reach there
I have been told win your heart
Learn to live being as simple toddler
I know I’m most keen to be that
Others are learning why stern enough!
Ears are brimming hearing always lessons
Gentleness is the path for superb
Nodding head I contemplate within
Difficult to measure for me that in
I cannot say aliens they are
Because they play game here to defeat me first
Boarded penalties within the heart
Pats me always take long deep sighs
A one they remain who won the race
Not using trickery by their vest
Bicycling, motor race are not same
Speed differs explicitly to reach first
So to say what to say I have no depth
Other measure me you are best
Velocity lagged me in the run of life
Simplicity stood being invulnerable wealth
Grey hair in temple welcomes faith
Which rooted being pillar for set
Me like genuine dropped votes of faith
The dawn will bring peaceful breath.
One day there is, win in case
Eyes can ooze love of success
Brothers can feel a lot a lot alive
If you met mortal death before reach.
03/09/2014/
Categories:
invulnerable, beautiful, best friend, faith,
Form:
Concrete
I am afraid
of becoming someone
who has no fear
A robotic anomaly ...
given a self-awareness blind spot
Possessing a third eye,
which moves oblivious upon
the treacherous waves of the Twin See
Sailing thru life
with a Titanic attitude
Not seeing the dangers adrift
Invulnerable feelings have no heart radar
to detect
the iceberg hurt intentions
that lurk
beneath the frozen smile surface
Hard, unspoken thoughts floating ...
bobbing and weaving
in choppy, open social spaces
of icy deep, indigo compassion
Approaching Cape Fear,
insincere trouble is looming near
Have to terminate the distrust,
make the cloudy conscience clear
Eye contact is on a course collide;
the more data shared,
the more secrets lip firewalls hide
Buoyant expectations
flood all of the hormonal decks below
Taking on a rush of opposite gender water,
accusing cries echo drown my ears
Another relationship capsized,
pierced by an immovable issue ice floe
Unable to feel any pain,
made it so wet easy to let go
Be at peace with the tragic failing;
soul flailing,
heavy disappointment sinking
But a rescue figure in a love lifeboat
wasn’t scared to dive in
With Sarah Connors eyes
Arctic gaze peering
thru the murky, emotional depths
So unafraid
of the desires forming
Reaching out,
I fear for the first time —
Inside of me,
is there anything human left ...
for her to grab hold onto?
Categories:
invulnerable, allusion, identity, perspective, sad
Form:
Free verse
The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion
« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*
for Vicente Puchol
(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in Bousono’s Antologia poética, 1976, and on the « mysterious Centre » on which the poem is a cogitation. T. Wignesan)
Yes, we know it : would you like to find the secret precinct,
the invulnerable enclosed sanctum,
to enter through any hole into the incredible spectacle,
to penetrate the labyrinth and find the powerful Centre.
As if a thief could rob the totality of light
to find, as I say, the powerful Centre, the absolute Centre,
the immobile Centre of the tempest which moves by itself,
a Centre where nothing is found to budge,
where everything is absorbed into itself, like love, containing
itself in itself,
not on its periphery, but fully wrapped in its contents,
overflowing like the apparition of a card in the suit of Spanish cards,
like an enormous cup of manifestation which augments,
like a wave which continues to mount higher and higher and beyond
its highest limits,
farther yet than possibility’s horizons ;
and keeps growing afterwards, going on for days, and the spectacle of its extermination – the hideous knowledge and the joy of recognising its loss ;
and which continues growing for an immemorial duration in the
direction of its own centre : terrible,
like a persistent cascade pouring down its interior, a flooding within
the experience of feeling well in one’s being,
an existential waterfall without end which retracts - having stopped
flowing – inwards into its own Centre.
Ai ! The crucial question is therefore to enter the labyrinth,
The big question comes down to making the move.
Be warned that it is only an act of penetration,
a simple act of transfer ; it would suffice to make a gesture with an
idea that brings joy,
perchance it might suffice just to find water in the barn
or a path in the woods, or in the woods
to fall upon an exit
through the hole (where we came in), to proffer with the key to the
enigma
the solution of the charade,
and discover the other side of the abysm, the reversal of the plot,
before the roof deteriorates
under probing fingers…
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
invulnerable, introspection, , memorial,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
He lived too long and needed to be culled
The Emperor of Exmoor, the nine-foot tall stag;
His country-wide fame may have got him lulled
Into believing that he was invulnerable to be bagged
As magnificent dinner which would proudly enable
Visiting dignitaries at Her Majesty's table
To feast on the flesh of this royal beast;
No - the stag was too old to be relished as meat.
It was his horns that the stalker had in mind
As a trophy to excel the best of its kind;
The emperor succumbed to a well-aimed shot
From a licensed assassin who felled him on the spot.
The Emperor, Pharoah-like, partial to incest
Endangered the continuing survival of the fittest;
Bested by a young buck in a recent wrestling match
His reign had just ended as lord of his patch.
Categories:
invulnerable, animals
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
One inch forward two back
Creeping toward a ludicrous goal
Relinquishing disappointment
Seeking internal satisfaction
Psychotic persistence,
Emotional self-government,
Invulnerable will,
Summate its inevitable success
Bent on destruction
Of opposition
Nothing remains in its way
Corrupt hunger for perfection
Double-edged sword it hunts
All lost, nothing gained
Predetermined history
On course for an early end
Egotistical
Self-serving
None could’ve foreseen
Seclusion from society
Inured to anguish
Epitome of sorrow
Unfurnished with tear ducts
Just sweat and blood
Its release is its affliction
Its passion is its destruction
Its serenity is its inferno
Its infection is its only hope
Categories:
invulnerable, death, depression, loss, passion,
Form:
Free verse