Best Nonexistence Poems
"Doctor!
Doctor!
How is he?"
"Quite terrible, Miss.
He will not survive the night,
Probably not even the hour."
"What does he have?
Terminal cancer?
Pneumonia?
Cardiac Arrest?"
"No.
It is worse then all of those.
Even combined."
"Oh no!
Can I see him?
"I imagine you can, Miss.
But that's the problem.
I'm afraid I can't treat him
Since I can't--"
"Doctor! Please tell me.
I love him.
He's my boyfriend.
We have no secrets."
"Then you may wanna sit down.
Miss, I am sorry to inform you,
Your boyfriend is ailed with
A severe case of nonexistence."
I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding waves
I would have been washed down into oblivion
Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness
Chances are there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid-day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into nonexistence
I could have fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs
But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture
Arid souls desperately thirsting for water.
They sucked the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.
Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees, eventually grew
Some touching heaven’s azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many
Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
And my essence flows through every vein!
Is there a thought more priceless and gratifying
In the life of a teacher than this one!
Dec.28.2022
~ PLACED FIRST~
Priceless Poetry Contest
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2022. Marathon Mile.24. Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Mark Toney
the fog clouds deep
my head grows clouded
as mist swirls in from above
enveloping my senses
and i wish i could just disappear.
it’s not that i want to die
i just don’t want to be here.
i just want to vanish for some time
and collect my thoughts in the void
i wish i could just disappear.
i’d like to hang in nonexistence
dive into obscurity
take refuge from myself
pull my brain from my head
and throw it to the ground
bursting in a shower of pink flesh
dripping blood onto the floor.
i just want to disappear.
why is that so hard to understand?
maybe i should leave.
maybe i should stop this poem before i-
i need to escape.
i need to get out of here.
help me out of here
i’m trapped within my own mind
the key, a gleaming knife
but i can’t bring myself to do it.
i can’t free myself from this cage.
suffering in silence
or risk an eternal stay in a mental hospital
where i’d waste away, a lunatic
i can’t
i can’t
i’d miss too much homework
too much school
how would i ever look at myself the same way again?
the confines of my prison are never this strong.
pressing inward upon my shattered soul
h e l p
i can’t escape.
i need to disappear.
i need to leave intact
but how do you fix what’s beyond repair?
I EMPTY the night, you RISE the sun,
remembering all the things that made us...
f a d e away.
hollow is my heart and barren is
my soul,
for I have been bound by all things
that exhaust desolation under the
moon.
your essence has ascended into
the morn glory that reveals the
uprising of creation’s first light-
for you have been bound by all
things that surge into love’s
tenderness.
the constellations used to call my
name yet you arrived without
hesitation.
stardust used to fall upon my
smile because I was looking at
no one else...
but YOU.
the sun used to rise in your eyes
and I was forever lost in memories of
passion and affection,
I thought we shared a rare connection.
diminishing into the soft
silhouette of the eventide sky,
we said goodbye.
we deteriorated and evaporated
into a languish of nonexistence.
I EMPTY the night…you RISE the sun,
you have been redeemed-
I've come undone.
July 9, 2018
I tarried for a moment...
I was tender to the sun.
Not sure I would be welcome...
I lay burdened by the one.
My loss of Faith was tragic...
Life's filter gone awry.
It seems of some importance
As I face towards the sky.
Who am I to grovel
For a life that's gone askew?
But one who stands exulted
And in Faith begins anew.
I fear not the nonexistence
Some associate with death.
The Grace of God awaits me
As I take my final breath.
The End
Our children are starving
We are busy fighting obsolete wars
The yearning of the infinite
One must flee the decay and connotations
Of stagnant self content
Running up against the wall
Of nonexistence
Afraid of being thrown back
Into the nothingness
From which we came from
The servile fear of unholy wrath
The filial fear of selfishness
For conscience is not easily silenced
Thus we must refrain from
Self endowed sovereign inalienable worth
And not assimilate
To our slowly dying world
And be inclined to change the world
For greater good
Long ago in the short-time lively spring
In the grassy plains of a small island
Came from nonexistence a young sapling
Nurtured by the love of her mother’s hand
The world accepted her newfound nascence
Fueling her a love for joyfulness
Beaming out from the depths of her bright heart
A Happiness no being could contest.
With the blessings from the sapient world,
She quickly discovered a lifelong friend.
His solicitude for her unbounded,
They were surely a match made in heaven
They always walked together as one,
Carrying each other through life’s sojourn
Truly did the love between them abound
But all good times must arrive at an end
Her childhood soon sped by before her eyes
The novelty of memorable times
Fading into the dark depths of her mind
Pleasant memories like leaves in the wind
Her transition into adulthood near,
Deep concern for her friend’s future life flare
Taking no heed of her own life troubles,
She does what she can to help him succeed
At the zenith of springtime season’s bloom
She invited her dear friend to a club
A group of three girls all connected by
Their adoration of books and poems
It pleased her heart greatly to see her friend
Forming and bonding with new companions
Yet, unknown feelings of jealousy formed
As her indulgent desire for him grew
Like the swirling typhoons of the oceans,
The tsunamis that wash away cities,
Doubt flooded into her mentality
Confusing thoughts fogged rationality
She bottled up her true feelings tightly
Suppressed the complex emotions duly
Only ever showing her happy side
Wishing to see no concern from her friend
Each passing moment spent in the classroom
Watching his relationships with others
Deepening, evolving, and ascending
Left loneliness to consume her insides
For three days she tried hiding her sorrow
No longer could she veil her emotions
Despite her friend’s kind attempts to console
He only shatters her heart into shards
The following day, lying in her bed,
She looks up at her room’s ceiling and thinks
“Why get out of bed? Why am I still here?”
She recalls her friend, breaking into tears
That day, Sayori never came to school
Leaving her friend worried and bewildered.
In his concern, he traveled to her house
Only to find her hanging by the noose
Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing adultery.
You start to deprecate expressing the hate, your disapproval begins to belittle.
Me saying sorry holds no weight.
Abomination arousing your feelings of disgust leaves my head hung.
Pulling triggers on a gun, decapitation from hurting your feelings.
I pray for forgiveness, I start to feel demented.
Love turns to mental illness; I diminish.
Do not walk away, please just listen when I told you I love you, I meant it.
If you can have mercy on me it will be a blessing.
A disposition to forgive, I promise to never do it again.
I cannot lose you; you are my collagen the protein that feeds my bones.
If you could love me once, we shall overcome.
If you can look me in my eyes and tell me your love for me has died, I will regretfully stand a side.
My cheating heart slowly withers apart.
Love that was once pure and true has now became nonexistence, since the moment I betrayed you.
You started your modifications as your emotions start the process of changing.
I watch you turn into a mutant because of my cheating.
I know there is nothing I can say to comfort you.
Your heart is hurting just as much as mines do.
As I watch your heart tear apart, both of our heart beats stop.
Devitalize as we weaken the consistency of our relations.
We both became a cheating heart descended inheriting emotional characteristics.
Our hearts dying slowly, while pretending to be living simply coexisting.
God, all the time You are,
everywhere You,
You suffice all…
But I, with my wild stubbornness,
with hunter’s old scent,
look, in myself, for the lack-of-You:
I’d like to see –
in this body, this soul –
where You are not and what just does lack You,
as I am so sad
that, like a path of a cloudy pass,
am untrustworthy for my own folks…
I feel how,
from the moss-grown nothingness of the lack-of-You,
there radiates
the dead insect of my daydream
with its dusty wings…
From the threshold of the nonexistence
there glitter my great lacks-of-You…
Again, again, from thawed-out snow,
fresh grass covers greenly fields and mountains;
Again, again, from summertime,
white winter dwellings
are filled with yellow-breasted chicken…
O God, in vain You’re searched in skies –
You are my Earth,
my old Country Seat…
Countless times I have stepped on You
to cleanse myself…
I foolishly fell from a mountainous high only to land on a desert dry
Images of liquid lust within my emotive eye calcified to a crusted cry
Warning winds in delusory distance holding hurricanes of resistance
Conjuring catacombs of assistance within isolation of nonexistence
The pensive pain penetrates as the perfidious palette perpetrates
Limbic resonance that hibernates awaking the storm that obliterates
Manipulation of the mangled mind Benedictine battery of the blind
Twisted temperance that is twined the cervical citadels are confined
Dormant delusions that may weep defiant deluge of twilight sleep
Restless roars that reap screaming shadows of the saporous sheep
Bactericidal beacons that bloom wandering the wounded womb
The slings and arrows of doom ebulliently entrapping to entomb.
March.24.2019
Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
I am drawn to you and I cannot shake off the love I feel for you.
Sleepless nights turn to an emotional rollercoaster when my mind keeps wandering to you.
When I am alone and need someone, thinking of you becomes my only companion.
I cry at times realizing we were, but will never be again because we cannot.
I am drawn to you and I promise I have tried but cannot forget you.
You gave me a purpose, you made me feel special, but why did you?
I had to take it easily and not get involved in expectations, but you cared and it encouraged me.
My life has now no purpose but to linger around your nonexistence, how do I heal?
I am drawn to you but you will never know.
I love you like your life clinging to you, but I will never show.
My soul has been enslaved in love, through pain and despair I will survive.
But I am drawn to you but have to only, through your existence, I thrive.
galaxies of undying love nonexistence until someone moves
1/27/2016
An Opinion
Does "old age" have its own rewards?
I have reached a point in my life when
I am inclined to say: yes. Yes.
Often, old age is accompanied
by aches, in body and in mind.
Our youthful vigor is long gone.
We miss those no longer with us.
Age does not magically bestow
mythical "wisdom" as is trumpeted.
I am not very much wiser at 81
than I was at scarcely fourteen.
Somewhat slower on the uptake, I'm
no hungry sponge absorbing input
without loss of clarity or of comprehension.
Aged, I have hearing deficits, "mental fogging",
and don't control strange stray thoughts.
Even my delusions aren't as vivid.
This is due to hormonal changes as I age.
I'm greatly bothered by absence
of family, treasured friends...and lovers.
I mean all those I myself have loved,
platonically or otherwise. I do not tout
a rapid end to life. Despite discomfits,
it's much better to be alive --- save
for agonizing pain -- than to be
unrevivably dead. Living in others'
memories is poetic but isn't an
incentive for terminal departure.
I've listed my unpoetic opinion.
I encourage all: live life. Have no thought
or wish to speed its end. Nonexistence
is permanent, ever looming -- unavoidable.
Live and derive pleasure and some worth
from our unique (but very common) human
process of growth and aging. At all its stages
life's much more than paltry preparations for
an ending. We are lucky to be old, human, organically
still viable. Live with the intent to thrive!
Consistent in your hopelessness,
Confused about your uselessness,
Condemned into your ruthlessness,
I pray I find my fearlessness,
Untamed and wild you broke me down,
Truth... “What goes around comes around.”
Astounded from your dirty lies,
I've wiped away my crying eyes,
Learning of your contained disguise,
All the wonders of what's and why's,
Alone at night because of you,
I blame myself that we are through.
Believing in your confidence,
You rail my false incompetence,
You fed off my nonexistence,
No need for my own assistance,
Controlling my sad sanity,
By your indignant vanity.
I lay in bed...what should I do?
Explaining why he is untrue,
I hear what I already knew,
My heart undone and misconstrued,
I sleep again and will forgive,
For him I shall proceed to live.
Date Written: December 16, 2015
I wake up at a different time and place each breaking morning
And set a new path on this earth that beggars all forewarning
One day I’ll try my hand at walking backward down the street
While wearing something lissome yet distinctly indiscreet
Then possibly I’ll pass some time with Nitze-by-the-sea
Considering the ocean’s purpose nihilistically
And if there’s time I’ll blow my mind with something by the bard
For Bill’s a bloke who still can smoke the glibbest avant-garde
And then I think the time may come to speak of many things
Like why we hear of mannequins but never mannekings
There’s lots of things I’ve never done, take suicide for instance
There’s naught to do that’s really new when all is nonexistence
Thus every day that I’m around I try for something special
No line-of-sight approach for me, my life’s been more tangential
So if it’s something new you seek, well that’s just not my game
If all my days are different, well then … every day’s the same
October 24, 2018