Best Lifeless Poems
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
No remorse, all emotion had been doused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
He maintained there’d been too much publicity
Four coeds attacked in a sorority house
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
This demon had the nerve to make a bogus plea
“Move my trial or there’ll be no justice,” he groused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
To explain news coverage in Tallahassee
Reporters took the stand, court quiet as a mouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
I took the stand shaking, did not want him to see me
I was sweating so much, wet stains were on my blouse
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
It appeared his conscience was totally guilt-free
What kind of excuse could this death machine espouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
*Entry for Catie’s “Villanelle Me” Contest
Note: Serial Killer Ted Bundy successfully convinced the court he could not get a fair
trial in Tallahassee because there had been too much pre-trial publicity surrounding
his attacks on four Florida State University co-eds in their sorority house. After
Tallahassee reporters were required to testify, Bundy’s trial was moved to South
Florida. Bundy assaulted and murdered at least 30 young women, and possibly
many more, in the states of Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Colorado,
and Florida between 1974 and 1978. After more than a decade of denials he
confessed to 30 homicides, but the true total remains unknown.
From one second to the next
Love is our strength and honor, while we are still alive
The body feels cold and stiff
Searching for heart beat ... breathe ... pulse
One, two, three .... one, two, three
Please
With eyes full of tears
One, two, three .... one, two, three
Fearing the silence ... and darkness
Power failure
... I did my best
24.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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A lifeless life
dawns through my eyes…
with nothing but wrongs
and no birds in flight
the trees are bare
the wind is zilch
there’s a common wisp in the air
that makes the
oceans lie flat
grass won’t grow
diamonds are coal.
Amber is the dust
of the crust
where the gold
dies and cries…
Fires cremate
but won’t create…
Fables are fibs
and absence…
is our new…
Light.
h e a r this h e a r t …
as hurt hangs low
with cursed fidelity
of fame-lit fakeness,
attached to expectations ~
as wraith-leaves coil
around my neck,
under the veil
of mockingbirds,
wearing a cape of blames
and futile boldness,
caught up in
the hypocritic hisses,
where life is tangled
in a sprawling spool
of moon-moths ~
dwindling in
dreamless desires
where materialistic
monks lilt away
in fatal laughs,
and your crimes
remain lethal,
mummified like a
feather-dressed devil,
taming the loyalty
that laments
without the lustre
of Lucifer
in calcified flames …
lifeless … I lurk ~
in the estuary
of dyslexic dialects
running across
those spinal clusters ~
stemming aimlessly,
from the
kryptonite backbone
of kohl-kissed sky,
these headless
accusations
cannot kill me
with the haunt
of telepathic terror,
because, I am
massacred till the
apocalypse of ashes,
pressed between
barbaric petals
of sunset sapiens
and sea-smiths,
one amongst the
awakened dead ,
feasted upon
and forgotten ~
by those
opportunistic
omen-keepers
roaring in the
carcasses of
vivacious vultures …
some skeletons
do not weep
waning fossils ~
within fondescent tombs,
rather, they
metamorphose
into a twilight-
tipped tree ,
bearing the burden
of unblossomed
spirits who refuse
to let go ~
of their delusional
weightlessness,
as they remain
a shackled souvenir
of satanic inflictions,
that the reaper
could not obliviate.
so, you cannot
set me aflame
with aries eyes,
for, there … uprooted,
I am the Madonna ,
the skull of a
hopeless sorceress
left abandoned ,
as an obsidian oasis
of the femme fatale,
shipwrecked
in your deserted heart …
for, this horizon is nothing,
but a vessel of venom,
a framework
made of bones
and stardust frost ~
where poets perish
pulse by pulse ,
and souls lurk
in osteoporotic caves,
like ticking grenades
in the monet of time …
" but I wish,
if only my satanic tears
could be touched by painless paint ~
unafraid to the horror ,
of the artist's frozen eternity … "
*** Inspired by the artwork ~ Ghosts on a Tree, by Franz Sedlacek, 1933.
Lifeless
Authored by Chuck Keys
I wish she loved me,
anyway,
but some.
The heart needs the up-time
as the soul
needs an echo.
I wish she loved me,
always, maybe forever,
but not never.
Loveless is not an existence;
it is a span of emptiness,
a wasteland.
I miss what I no longer have
as Man needs a God.
Do I?
Destined to alone,
am I alone,
or am I free.
A string wrapped around a spindle
Unwinding as an hourglass marks time
Sand trickles to the chamber below
Marking the moments of my life
Questioning “have you truly lived”
The sound of silence drives me mad
The hourglass drags me back in time
I relive the nightmare of my dread
Memories that should never be
The torture chamber of his design
Unraveled bits intertwined
Screams strangled by the darkness
Night terrors
Rocking to my internal beat
Feeling an ache too deep to express
Betrayal
Confusion
I cannot protect her from him
She seems so small
Holding that lifeless doll
Rocking there on this floor
We share that same internal beat
Together we cry
Together we rock
As the clock strikes midnight
Silence breaks
I am dragged forward
The hourglass sits motionless on his desk
at the bottom a pile of white sand
If only time could truly stop
After winding the string back onto the spindle
I start rocking again
Alone here in the dark
Thinking of her lifeless doll.
an innocent child,
a nineteen-month-old baby,
was senselessly shot;
cold drive-by shooter
killed a cherished little boy--
with a heartless plot
endless tears of pain--
as we remember the love
of this lifeless tot
*baby was not the intended target
Lost and lonely;
Alone, in my own
solitude
Walking;
wandering;
Wondering;
worrying
under the grip of the
souls of darkness,
Living at the banks of
a blue river, in a small
Hut, built by mud and clay,
The stagnant water
deep and dark;
No light;
no illuminations;
No clouds,
No moon,
No stars
The water was dark
like my own life
Within the water
was cold blooded,
just as my soul felt.
I missed the feel of
sun on my skin,
the feel of a soft breeze
through my hair,
the smell of rain in the air.
It felt as if I had been in this
dark place all my life,
But missed living,
I lost and all that
in front of me ,
due to this
lifeless river.
**
By
Williamsji maveli
Email
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www.williamsji.com
Copyright © 2013 Williamsji
The dusk casts its shadow upon the land
robbing the light,
setting the stage for caliginosity .
Moonlight faint against transitioning light
stretches eerie fingers onto a land
that allows no man.
Twisted steel, mimicking an uncanny monster,
stationary,
only its shadow moves with moon passing.
Silence, cold and unrelenting as death
is undisturbed by gentle breeze,
yet,
faintly, a rustle interrupts calling attention be paid,
will be ignored forever more.
Huge sockets once capable of sight
blindly bear witness,
a planet once beautiful and bright,
races through the universe
devoid of life.
Life Less
By: IzaDonna
Such a lonely girl along the road
No one helps her, no where to go
Tears are falling from her face
She wipes them away with disgrace
Nothing but the clothes on her back
Once standing in light now in black
N I'm hoping she still has drive
N keep pushing to stay alive
Chorus:
As the memories come flooding in
She realizes shes lived in sin
Can she change it, starting today
Before her life fully slips away
Can she finally fight her fight
Cause if not she'll die tonight
Can't u realize she isnt a soldier
All she really wants is someone to hold her
As she looks at the poison
Her soul has finally chosen
She lifts it up n throws it on the ground
Thanking the strength thats deep inside
Finally free again, dont have to hide
Erase the slate, n take a stand
This is it now, one last chance
Chorus X2
Lifeless
Wondering through time, not knowing what to find
A heart without a soul, a mind without peace
No tears fall for I feel no pain, no shadow lurks upon me
No sound shall I hear, only the vision of life
I am now lifeless
My footsteps are never heard, my thoughts never counteracted
Only silence would one hear
Humans never know I exist, passing by with their everyday life
Not knowing what lies ahead of them
If words could speak, and thoughts could flow
Caution would I bear to all
No hope, no future only time will they concieve
For one day, they will be lifeless like me
By: Tammy R. Flanagan
Your fingertips reach
The crowd gasps when you touch me
Midas touch captive
A grand spectacle
Hands caress each golden curve
You smile in pleasure
I stand on display
A testament to power
Lifeless in your gold
Eileen
Sorry I haven't been active lately. I went on a lovely trip with my husband. Back to reality has me a little down and have not been up to writing. Will try to catch up soon. Hugs
Lifeless hiring centers
look upon papers and not people
Hated for not having a coin,
who you are is ignored.
Your family hates you for being poor
rather than loving who you are.
The soul despised society does oppress.
People's eyes blinded by greed does bind them in endless slavery.
Desert plains, love dies.
Lust remains we say goodbye,
Pain is crucial now.
Lifeless,
Where is the glow,
That once warmed my flesh.
Breathless,
What happened to the beat,
That once drummed in my chest.
Silent,
My voice has ended,
The song that once sang clear.
Broken,
I'm truly not a thing,
Without you near.
Bleeding,
From the cavern,
Where my heart once lay.
Dying,
By the time the sun is setting,
At the very end of the day.
Lifeless,
Without you here,
By my side.
Lifeless,
I am sure to die.