Best Lifelessness Poems
Continued from Part 1
“Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
You horded thirty silver pieces, downed a whiskey shot,
Then crossed yourself and wrapped yourself in furs of ocelots,
And danced on cleated cloven hoofs in purple polka-dots,
Then drank His blood from chalice cups with pious afterthoughts.
“You’ve treated men like mongrels chained, like little flies to swat,
By doing what you wanted to, instead of what you aught;
You’ve wiped your nose with dollar bills and paid your serfs with snot,
But when you’ve paused to preen your pride, you’ve scrubbed a scarlet blot.
“In ashes of our victories: the diamonds that you sought,
The crock of gold, the Golden fleece of bogus Argonauts -
In mirrors of your lifelessness, the evils you begot.
“The haunted winds strew leaves of time across a shallow plot
Where now, beneath the frozen stones blanched bodies bathe in rot,
Disintegrate, return to dust to feed Forget-Me-Nots
Amidst the bane and pits of pain where broken bones lie caught.
“In fields above the catacombs and tombs of Camelot
The black and withered tree of Death arises from the spot
Where oft beneath a bleeding moon you hid your gold in pots
Embedding doubts neath barren bogs where roots of wormwood squat.
“While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
Your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots
And gaping wounds with bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
For wrapped in chains around your throat, the Reaper’s grim garrote.”
Yes, that’s the fate of all your kind, disclosed by Wise Men taught.
But that was, oh, so long ago, by now you have forgot…
End
Categories:
lifelessness, men, time, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall and rekindle the love affair of many moments ago,
She bears news of her plans of wedded bliss to another, news that
I curse my eyes for seeing, ears for hearing, and heart for knowing
is true! With desolate heart and soul, corrupted mind, and disregard
of future as that of a mad man, I fall to my knees and scream,
"God and heaven alike, I defy and deny you both! For no
father of mine would rip asunder my motivation for humanity!
Nor does any paradise remain alive without her presence!"
Be it his decree that I hurt for eternity both alive and deceased
then be it my decree that his life and love never was!
Thus I have become what I am, with no rue nor shame,
For I am not the tender Romeo that once lived and breathed,
No more do I dwell in her heart or mind, and no more do I wish
any essence of a Romeo dwell inside my soul, for my Juliet
is buried and lost in abundances of new days. No day, nor night,
nor morrow is good for me, Sans trust, Sans faith, Sans morality,
Sans love do I wish to have or hold, Dead but still breathing I am,
Condemned to memories and dreams of elated yesteryears,
denying my own will, but loyal to that promise which cannot
be broken by even the cold lifelessness of heartache, I shriek,
and yawp, and yell, and raise my voice beyond the sting of pain, as
I wake each night, bleeding the same sound from my lips,
"Juliet!, Juliet!!, Juliet!!!" Repeated until my eyes are dry and
my voice is drained to the most silent of whispers, I force out,
over tears, over ache, over agony, over all, in one last breath,
"Juliet"
Categories:
lifelessness, dedication, depression, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
What is it that I am really scared of,
If it isn't even the Grim Reaper,
It seems with his cloak I've fallen in love,
A shadow of man who is a keeper.
I could care less now about being gay,
Which is a reason I once swallowed pills,
In excess to die on a prior day,
When the words of others once stole my will.
Now without much to fear I ask for death.
I ask him for reason to be alive,
For want to maintain my exhaling breath,
To inhale what life can offer to strive.
Until I find worth in meaninglessness,
I fear that I will wish for lifelessness.
Categories:
lifelessness, death, depression, life, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
Gray leaden murkiness rests in the light hours
For which there was no light
Their barren lifelessness was visible, as their arms wobbled
Cracked and scorn beaten down
Dry as the desert, the tears have bleed away
Sucked out and left to wander
And so they have lost against the truculent world
Numb, inept and ossified spirits
Crushed like pellets of a beautiful rose
Torn from their stem of the pulse
Slowly evaporating into a dull colorless dust
No longer of value for they have shed there hold to dwell
Categories:
lifelessness, loss, sad
Form:
Free verse
I'm sad today
Because I let all the best in me, turn and walk away
I miss the way you'd laugh at the absurd things that I'd say
The hours and the patience spent, driving home the truth
I'm not funny, I'm not special, I'm not ANYTHING without you
The castle that you conjoured with your hope and dreams and charms
Mean nothing for the princess who was banished from your arms
I never meant for ice to form and futher cool the breeze
Developed from the manic time I brought you to your knees
Oh god I'm sorry
I'M ****ING SORRY
said the princess to the wind
as she tries to recall the moment her mind became unhinged
My hands enshroud my face as I remember wistfully
All that love I took for granted, just cos I believed
There there was more than this, than us, than nights blurred into day
No sense of time.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though I'd erase the times I turned my back on precious things
That I discarded, disregarded the ecstacy love brings
Still trapped by my own selfishness, beat by my vehemence
Fighting back emotion as I suffer every consequence
I know we said we're soulmates but Im sorry, mine was sold
It's sudden, bitter lifelessness had started growing mould
My shallow breaths were not enough, I failed you again
I couldn't keep the one last thing that kept me safe and sane
I'VE LOST EVERYTHING
wailed the princess to the sea
and let go of the cliffside, she fell eternally.
Categories:
lifelessness, lost love, nostalgia, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Animal cruelty is an ongoing and sickening epidemic. I'll never understand how thoughts can
creep into a human being's mind that would make them want to harm a defenseless pet. I
wrote this poem after four teenagers went out of their way to cause pain and torture to a cat
in my hometown. This poem is written from an animal's perspective somewhat.
Defenseless.
Looking into your eyes as he's whipped and you show zero remorse.
Beating him with blunt and traumatic force.
You brutalize innocence with no intention to repent.
Breaking his back as you show a lack of self-respect.
Confused by actions that cannot be forgiven.
My stomach sickens.
How can you live with acts you have committed?
A vulnerable object that had no chance to fight.
Can you justify why you felt the need to end his life?
The hands of a murderer, you show no shame.
Your only means of actions to cause violence and pain.
You looked directly into his somber eyes as you broke his body.
Anger and resentment shown towards an unsophisticate form of life.
The color crimson covered your hands as you tore him apart.
Piece by piece.
Ripping him at the seams as you lessened yourself as a man.
Never will I be able to look into your eyes the same way again.
This is unforgivable, it's not permissable, it's unexplainable.
You are a poison to this earth.
You have fed your wretched soul on the weak and still regret evades your mind.
You corrupt, repulsive piece of work.
You'll run out of luck.
This charade won't last another moment.
You took someting full of life and just turned into a fragment.
What runs through your brain?
What fills your heart?
How do you look your eyes into the mirror so unscathed?
How can you live with so much hate?
You ended a life without an ounce of morality holding you back!
You tortured your victim, forcing your hands on him until he cracked.
Lifelessness.
No signs of torment or guilt filling your eyes.
Your time will run out.
The hourglass spilling just like the blood of your victim.
Eternal condemnation awaits.
You will lose this game.
Tolerance of your actions is something no human will embrace.
Categories:
lifelessness, death, loss, sadlife, perspective,
Form:
Lyric
I met him the other day
Passed by on the cobblestone
Between the graves
Though he dare not look up
I could hear the sobs
As wet drops fell
His draped black cloak
Tattered and flowing
Billowing fog in the cemetery
Chills ran down my spine
Yet his sadness warmed me
No joy came in this profession
My sky blue eyes
Connected with his sockets
Life in lifelessness
Embracing the poor soul
Feeling his scythe
Pressed upon my back
I knew no fear
Only the truth
As we walked
Down that cobblestone path
Categories:
lifelessness, death, fear, life, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Thy birth on January 13th –
cervical contractions
would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove
to synchronize seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks
after ma parents did pro create
imminent lviii plus years ago to date,
this present baby boomer doth
indubitably and inherently equate
nineteen hundred and fifty nine
bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation,
sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous
to frontispiece per story I hate
of my life and hard times,
when all of a sudden out blue irate,
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating,
and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did
Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with spirited ghost
of William Tecumseh Sherman
determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times)
referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebellious confederated voices
yelling “HOORAY”
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication
incorporating connection between anterior
cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity
bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges)
greater activity upon basal ganglia, which
synoptic description does nothing to alter
the predisposition to ingress of un control
able imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical
fixation particularly during onset of puberty,
when an emotional kamikaze nose dive
at nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow
of me former self nowhere tubby found
on account of deadly symbiotic relationship.
Categories:
lifelessness, growth, hate, hurt, self,
Form:
Bio
unearth thy temple to entomb my lifelessness beneath the fixation of mortal indulgence where i shall finally rest, i can feel the ceasing of a decrepit pulsation from the shallow grave concealed within my chest; amongst the psychoanalytic dissection of society have i become obsessed. the common ways of cultural normality are seemingly unrealistic, they derive complexity when ciphering economic enslavement as ignorance makes it simplistic, instead of coming together everyone separates with delusions of being the most unique and individualistic, oblivious the common trait commences to construct the most dividing societal characteristic. iv'e sat among loneliness for a year to unveil the lies, iv'e heard the voices of spirituality predicate the day everyone dies, iv'e listened as the wind carries mother earths cries, in repetition of organic desecration i release frenetic screams to impregnate the skies.
Categories:
lifelessness, education, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Rhyme
breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied
Innocuously within fleshy tissue til oncologist could not hide
Truth from females that birthed and availed motherly guide
among most ever Harris heiress, whence treatment fried
will power to live (I can only imagine) as rogue growth did elide
as nemesis to body politick where no boxes of tissues dried
the river of tears when such news shell shocked me – I cried
for indiscriminate injustice whence fate snatched me father’s bride
shunting any trivial tit for tat resentments re: grudges aside.
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no other priority but being alive matters when surgeon knife
for malignant curse forces impending mortals to value life
purposeless double mastectomy performed when invisible mass rife
with errant duty to destroy sense and sensibility commanding strife
whether circumstance involved me eldest sister (still alive) or the late wife.
me octogenarian widower father summoned breastworks when last breath
o me long deceased mother – vehemently opposed being sentenced to death
no matter visualization practiced – such as furiously swapping with broom
who truthfully cursed with ovarian cancer, which spelt her actual doom
an unstoppable toxic brew within her being that coursed as meandering flume
Time elapsed, yet still difficult to espy wedding pictures with handsome groom
that would be my 20 plus year old father unbeknownst ill fate would loom
occupying cellular wall street where awry growth jostled for room
a harbinger of lifelessness, whereby she chose creation versus burial in a tomb
many fifty odd decades after my youngest sister exited the womb!
by: matthew scott harris
Categories:
lifelessness, absence, anger, angst, bereavement,
Form:
Elegy
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
Yes, one of my many talents I didn't know I
Possessed. I will not be impolite. It's standing
There in all its fiery splendor talking from the
Other side of the fence illuminating the
Darkness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Would you say your bigger than a mastodon?
I must be under a spell. Where is the sorceress?
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
When you use your imagination John
Anything is possible and it is bottomless.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
Do you eat tarragon?
We are making progress.
Grandma! Your talking to a fiery dragon.
I wave my hand and said Soon all this will be
Gone
Back to lifelessness.
I'm honored to finally have met, seen, and
Talked to an incredible phenomenon.
A bonfire gave me the key to once upon.
My grandson is still talking about my
Childishness.
My grandma talked to a fiery dragon.
She was honored to have met, seen, and
Talked to such an incredible phenomenon.
Categories:
lifelessness, adventure, beauty, childhood, fantasy,
Form:
Villanelle
She's dreaded
Her presence unpleasant
Thoughts twisted like the locks on her head
She's deranged
Her brutal essence had victims beheaded
She's insane, make it stop, put an end to fools like black dots
Hands down, ink deceased, lyrical suicide
on a maximum level that's
Self-inflicted genocide
Her dreaded obsession to oppress with lyrical suppression
The sight of her
Twisted first impressions
Her undying will to hunt, search and find and victims close and hide
Virtual paraglide,
They dropped their pens in broad daylight
Fatal moments in public sight
Permanent loss of left and right
Their hands died
Fingers buried by her 23rd line
She's dreaded
Her presence resented
Unpleasant her presence like the essence of menace
She's dreaded
Unwanted - her lifelessness granted
Spectators enchanted, with pleasure they chanted
Pistol conceiving meets bullet receiving and
BANG BANG!
She's leaving
Categories:
lifelessness,
Form:
Times are Edging in, a time to Reset
The thick, meticulous and dreary cyclone evades,
the once osculate atmosphere;
With a dubiousness and vengeance in his eyes
As of a dry Namibian December thunderstorm,
The odds have since changed, as the choices remain slim, to men
Finally the dance is to the walls,
Optimism is an option, as the lever clings to man
The times are chastised to man, to craft a future;
The hands on the hour glass close in on a revolve
For the meticulously strong vigorous, character
of the world is now worn out, gasping for breathe on his knees
After the exhaustion and degradations, exploitation
Nations are overshadowed by financial overhauls:
Diplomatic relations groomed over centuries,
now tumble and rumble.
The freshness is exterminated with toxic, irritating and slanderous -
pollutions, choke the aromas and fragrance out,
The evergreens are now a neo hypocritical call of extinct equatorial and tropical
Lifelessness, exhibited by the once glamorous forest cover,
The answer is, a reset that sings in the tranquil minds, of them;
Policies, campaigns, intentions, attitudes and tools
The time to adopt, assimilate less, remain extinct,
At the merciless jaws of evolution.
Categories:
lifelessness, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of uncontrollable imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical fixation particularly during onset of puberty, when an emotional kamikaze nose dive at the nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow of me former self nowhere tubby found on account of deadly symbiotic relationship asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milkmaids, or rather pressing said resources sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous, and horrendous self destructive antics, where ballistic charges drugged eminent domain former nerve cell size occupants, thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility with pride fullness and prejudice on par with dousing one with an opiate that completely upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly, and managing productively versus expending precious time and energy self absorbed into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions, manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality got embedded within the neurological interstices, which even as of this moment hound me akin to wild beasts circling ever closer to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
Categories:
lifelessness, addiction, age, anger, angst,
Form:
Bio
Whenever we hear the word "war",
a sense of lifelessness and destruction
creep into our conscience,
making us feel vulnerable and uncertain
about the future.
To understand why war even exists,
we should understand why some people
play the drums of war.
Methinks that no ruler wakes up one morning,
and decides to take his men to a battlefield;
there's certainty that lives will be lost,
property in millions will be damaged,
and nothing will be the same again.
Monuments, family photographs, and graves
will revive memories of fellow departed
brave men and women,
making it feel like yesterday.
One thing for certain about wars is that they remind
people that human connection, mutually and spiritually,
is the only answer to problems which have sparks
of malice, greed, and intolerance in them.
People who have experienced the wrath of war
fight their dark pasts and demons by preaching peace
wherever they go, hence planting seeds of harmony,
tolerance and compassion in young souls.....
Categories:
lifelessness, history, humanity, imagery, life,
Form:
Free verse