Best Lifeless Corpse Poems
Streaks of pallid moonlight
wash over blood-stained
burnt umber leaf blight.
Glistening stainless steel remains
within wilting noir roses
and blistered blades of grass.
Sickening hands shake my repose,
heart racing, sure to collapse,
feeling faint.
A revolting nausea elevates,
trying to find restraint,
as madness deregulates.
A heart separated
from a lifeless corpse—
death awaits.
Flashbacks play like static reports,
too hard to get a clear picture.
Splashes of splattered red fill
spaces in between scriptures.
Screaming echoes spill,
dirty visions getting clearer,
as the sacrificial lamb
becomes the predator, evaporating fear.
Fighting for the blade, fingers clammy,
spinning out of control.
How could you bring me to this?
Steel cuts against palms, foretold—
splatters of crimson spray, don't resist,
covering fear-filled eyes.
One last-ditch effort:
grab the hilt and arise.
On this deadening night, collect.
You became Samhain’s sacrifice,
a feast for the demonic nether, sanctified.
The shadows of the evening
are slowly drifting by
like ghosts that haunt a foreign land
beneath the starlit sky.
With images of past and of the future
yet to come_
the heart is beating faster
while the soul is on the run.
Caught up in the headlights
the portrait of my essence_
freefalling like a feather
to the earth.
My life sleeps like a dreamer
in the corners of creation.
With love, the true foundation,
that will cradle me from birth.
Now it seems that words
become so hesitant to greet me.
Blown into my senses
like the winds against my pain.
Holding close,
The memories etched inside,
that never leave me_
kindred to the spirit,
deep and cold as winter rain.
My eyes can’t turn away
but just remain there hypnotized_
to a world that spins around me
with designs of inspiration.
Crossing over graveyards
the bridge of life is burning_
leaving behind the fruits of memory
that has reached its expiration.
Still as a lifeless corpse
my image falters.
The likeness of a past
I reminisce.
A flash before my eyes,
I face the alter.
The life, before I died,
I never lived.
No friends to leave behind
to feel my sorrow.
No time to heal the wounds
of yesterday.
No promise there will be
a new tomorrow,
to change the way I feel
inside today.
The Peace who stilled the oceans
for a moment_
left His footprints on the bridge
for us to seek.
With the words that spoke of truth
and pure atonement.
And the tears that fell for hearts
He could not reach.
Michael 11/20/2015
Michael Mtspoet's photo.
A fist clenched, face muscles flexed on pinched cheeks, huge sinews appeared on his neck,
The veins in his arms were like twisted lengths of blue rope and his eyes bulged in his anger,
His brother lay face down in a rancid pool, a lifeless corpse, another name in a very long book,
Ghosts in a grey dawn, moving then disappearing, then boom as mighty cannons fire into the sky.
Turning the body over, wretched wounds had ripped his face, ripped his youth, ripped away his life,
A gray morning, the same as other mornings, cold grey twilight, but this day will never be forgotten,
The strong brave man, who had seem so much, cried uncontrollably and his hot tears fell bitterly,
He knelt in filth, to cradle his younger brother and rocked backwards and forwards, unbelieving.
Once they played on long sultry hot days and when the rain fell it refreshed scents in the warm air,
They ran through fallow fields, pretty meadows scythed clear of hay, into a fine wild flower garden,
In days where the air slumbered lazily, they climbed thick leafy masses of high, ancient oak trees,
Always watching and warning his happy little brother, never climb too high nor stand on dead wood.
Laying down and looking up into autumn skies, warm, soaring winds shaping passing fluffy clouds,
Rising early as the sun once more shines, on those brilliant days, the calmest most impressive beauty,
Watching from afar in school looking after him, chasing bullies away, enriching his early days,
Beneath these warm shimmering suns, running, over to hedgerows picking sweet ripe black berries.
But those days are gone, gone forever, replaced by fear and hate, nobody will ever be the same,
Every day staring at death's grinning sated face, trying not to be caught in its cold red eyes,
And we all know the piper must be paid on these killing fields, but his wages are far too high,
Today on this early grey morning, shadows disappearing, a young man and his brother paid in full.
As i sit in this hospital bed right now i start to get weary and i stand up to catch my bearings and i collapse. and as soon as i hit the ground i fall down the rabbit hole so to speak. i reach the end and fall out of a rain gutter, and i fall into this dark street.
As i look around there is nothing but these old rickety projects for houses built in this
"Jack The Ripper" looking area.
and i started walking and saw someone and with every step i took my breathe got a little colder. it wasn't concerning me until i started shaking i got so cold, and i realized i didn't know where the hell i was going i guess i had just been walking for 2 hours. and i stopped walking and realized i was in the same spot where i fell out of the rain gutter. now this bothered me,
But then i heard a very old man's soft voice calling my name, i didnt know the man but i recognized the voice.
so i started to run towards the echo of his voice and finally caught up with him but as soon as i went to touch him he collapsed into a lifeless corpse laying on his stomach wearing exactly what i was wearing and i turned him over and it was me.............
and then i woke up and i found out i was in a 2 and a half month coma and i just came out..
At daybreak I feel relieved
Though at night I long for more violence
Only at dusk I fear for I know it is coming
Coming for me no not for me for it is me that is coming out to unleash that anger of which one holds inside
I am of evil and I am the darkness in the night I am the cruelty that comes as the sun has finished setting
My anger rises and so I let it loose
I break the chains that I myself fastened in hopes for me to not get away
Ravenous that is what I am
I stalk the weak child that is lost in the night searching for safety
And when that moment comes when he cries out in loneliness I give him my god-forsaken company
I snarl at laugh when I see the fear in his eyes
Then I put him out of his misery
Slashing at his throat I come to realize That I for one know his pain and so in his pain I plunder
The moment comes when I see that this child was mine
But that moment was too late for in that moment all I can do is stare at the lifeless corpse in front of me
Just another soul I've taken to add to my punishment of being damned for all eternity
“Am I going to be executed?”
the prisoner asked the balding
old priest, as he leant across the
warped wooden shelf; lifting the
tattered bible, like a ticking, weary,
bomb.
“Yes my son, you will die here away
from family, friends and familiar trends;
alone with eyes shot with blood and sand,
it will not be pretty but it will be quick,”
“And who will be there, in blood and sand
with me by my side?”
“I will watch you fall and die, and anoint your
body in the blood and sand,”
“And who will deathly triggers pull?”
“My son, I am not sure; a line of soldiers,
with caps and boots, is all I know,”
And when the deed was done, and blood
and sand, stuck to the prisoner’s brow,
The priest, anointed the lifeless corpse,
then stood up, and mopped his face,
To die for yes, a major crime, and he
a part in this disgrace, was far too much
To bare, and for line of soldiers, caps and
boots: he really didn’t care.
I found myself, a lifeless corpse, finally, at the end of the line ~ mocking humanity
The warmth of the sun drawing my days to a close, once more ~ from, such, this great length of TIME
I perceived in some distance, far off from this naked human eye ~ the girl i loved
it simply must be
There was, indeed, little doubt of the presence of this ingenue’
No other way, but that, she, this daughter of aristotle had taken to form
And from the vestige of seas foam risen to shore ~ if only, so that I might believe
The sinking of my heart sang that i had dreamt this nymph before, up from the ocean’s floor, earlier upon that perfect morn
and She would have born of this prescience left upon humanity, her own sacred mark, by Horus’ primal witness
I felt as the falling petal of this saddened flower of life , now fallen to the blinding wind
and some supreme voice opened her song, alongside the lilt of this setting sun ~ and she smiled her dream down blessing me
and The full release of the tides of her love washed me clean
my body tempered for the rush of her beauteous breath, for it was my search to find this gift in each of these passing days, i savored the joy ~ and wished no more
even as her dream now found me, here, the fisherman upon this edge of this sacred shore
I will not write you, poor lady
Because you hide like leaf beady
Caused recently uncomfortable paddy
I'm tired to delve in your world faddy
Logically think - we don't need each other
What is the use of feeling bother?
To meet us for what purpose?
Our communication is a long lifeless corpse
Honestly say - you don't want to communicate
And remove me from Skype without hate
If you offer a meeting, you'll meet my rejection
This is my solid unchanged selection
Even if you say "I'm ready to marry"
I'll throw you away like a savory cherry
Hopkins just fumed, and dove for his iron,
Bud’s gun barked, and he fired right then,
The Pinkerton’s charged at the gunshot,
And stared down on the lifeless corpse of Hopkins.
“Sorry I could not get him for you alive,”
Was all Bud said when they looked on the scene.
“You’ve got your man, you’ll get your reward,
but there is some place else that I have to be.”
The very next morn bud arrived at the ranch,
and found Henry working out in the corral,
he said,”I thought about the things that you said,
there’ll be no more trouble from Hopkins now.”
Henry drew near, stared down the young man,
Said,”Well at least now you might have a chance.
But it doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,
why you dared to come back here again?”
Bud just frowned, said,”With things how they are,
I need to find myself a living, of course.
You gotta big spread and I thought maybe
you could use a man who can break a horse.”
Henry went silent for a very long time,
then rubbed at his chin, deep in thought,
“And were I to hire a man like yourself,
how can I ever be sure what I’ve got?”
Bud swallowed hard, and said to Henry:
“If you doubt that my words are sincere,
Then I’ll work my first year for just room and board,
To prove to you that I want to be here.”
Henry just smirked as he heard the words.
“How ’bout I start you out at half-pay.
You give me six months without a slip up,
then I’ll know the truth in what you say.”
Bud shook on it, could not help but smile,
but then Henry said one more thing:
“Also, you’re not to make eyes at my girl,
until I decide that she’s an age for courting!”
Lift all the pain to just consume it all
Watch my lifeless corpse trip and fall
Enjoying all the last moments in this dimension
Break apart the long lasted fundamental foundation
-
It's hard to understand the rest of this
Just to sit and vision all of it fall in the abyss
I don't know where to begin anymore
Pick my carcass off the messy floor
Put the colossus back together again
But tremble in the fact of what has been
Every day I wake up and look in the mirror
I can’t tell who that is looking back at me
There’s a girl crying, “This is not meant to be!”
I feel the war torn soul going cold
Those cliché phrases are growing old
My hand clutched tightly to fragmented memories
Of days of laughter and no worries
I’ve lost the will and strength to fight
I’m falling down losing sight of the light
Quickly fading into a sea of bitterness
I’m frozen in a state filled with emptiness
Like a lifeless corpse lying helpless on the ground
I’m in desperate need of redemption to be found
Breathe life back into my nimble bones
Bring me back to a place where I’m not fighting this alone
The weight bears so heavy, I sink farther
Everything gets quiet and my heart grows darker
I close my eyes and see a faint glimmer
A rustling in the wind whispers, “Things could get better.”
History promises I’m on the road to destruction
But the future tells of a path of resolution
My fingers are slipping as I cling to the edge
Deep in my heart I don’t want to come off this ledge
It’s enough to know the battle isn’t done
As long as I don’t let go there’s still a war to be won
Every step I take is a victory in itself
Of turning my life around and not giving up on myself.
There was a time when everything was dark
In my life, and i was a man who had nothing
To live for, until i met you
Everything just reversed itself, it changed my life completely
I felt compelled to do every little thing for you
I could never say no to anything you said, and
I could never tell you that you couldn't do this
Or that, and everything was wonderful, peaceful
And nothing felt like it could tear us apart
We were invincible, a wall of hard rock that could
Never be carved into, and never be broken
The love we made was so pure that it shot me away
Into a world of pleasure, its beautiful aroma sent shivers down
My spine as we constantly sent our vibes of love through each other
All was right and all was well, there was nothing that
Could stop me from loving you, and well
I was wrong to think that when i saw you with that
Other man, and my heart sunk to the floor
The tears from my eyes felt like acid upon my cheeks
Burning my flesh and destroying my soul
Ripping apart every bit i love i ever had for you
I could never imagine this happening, and yet
Right in front of my eyes there it was, and i couldn't help
But shriek in emotional pain and run to you
Screaming in your face i asked for an
Explanation for this horror i saw before me
I cried so much, i could've dehydrated from the tears
And with the same grief inside she broke down in front
Of me, and one part of me wanted to take you outside
And console you, and calmly ask you, so that
None of this broke out to a point where one of us
Might die
And another part of me wanted to take you by the neck
And tear your appendages apart till all that was left
Was a lifeless corpse, squirming on the floor till
It collapsed and died in front of me
But that, i thought to myself, would be just sick
And i erased it from my brain
She apologized, a million times i thought
And my love took over again
I felt the love to forgive her, despite the
Blackened sting inside from that vision
Of her with that stranger
Now, together again, i see this light shining from our
Bodies joined together hand in hand
It was oh so true, nothing could stop us
Nothing in the world could break us
Tear us apart, and crush us
We were invulnerable to anything
We were one
i wonder why
should i feel remorseful
for something i got no part in
they yearn
to see my lifeless corpse
those that i've not seen lend a helping hand
hated me right from the start
from the moment my mama
pushed me out of her womb
tell me why should i give up
stay up all night feeling sorry
when my family's got my back.
"Do you know those nights when you hold your hand in front of your face and all
you see is pitch black?", Killey said when she felt an energy source near her
nearly lifeless corpse. She opened her cold, blue eyes and got up off the floor.
She was startled to find that when she opened her eyes, was nothing but the
pitch black that she had been talking earlier. The headlights of a car hit the glass
wind chimes outside the window shown through the window and to the wall,
where it made an eerie glow all over the room. She could have sworn there was
someone laying next to her. She stood up after she had fallen and looked
around. She realized that it was morning and she looked at her mom and said,"I
had the craziest dream." her mom looked at my face and said"if it was a dream,
why is there a hand print in your face?". killey never learned what it was. but she
never had the dream again.
I can imagine anybody dying,
I can attach and sew like a cloth
Any face to a lifeless corpse
Except that of my mama
I try to picture her gone
My brain slips into darkness
And thought ceases
Until my ears hear her sweet voice again
Its true, death is our common fate
A destiny we all share
It is not hunger to terrorize only the poor
But a spear swift to pierce even palace doors
But my mama who has always been there
To just one day dissapear into a crack in the earth....
Lord take me
It can never be
It would never be
Mama will live forever