Best Soulless Poems
Soulless Windows
On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on
interwoven with cloying sad decay
Walls remain but you are long gone
to a new life somewhere far away
not reachable to my inner self
That you are lost makes me bitter
but I understand why you had to go
Why did you not take my memories
that force me unbidden to return
to this cold rain splattered street
You are still in our empty apartment
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Pilfered Soulless House
Pilfered dawn occasions a soulless house, bruised
appeals innocence whilst porch screen once tended,
concedes whispers of dust calm quest of quarters,
~~views endured through time.
Some non-existent floorboards chanced ferns sprouting
rights, roots by an unnerved staircase, challenging
few, yon a blurred window, --rooms without a view
~~volumed sights, ventures.
Wilt garden fruitless seasons, its gardener
enshrined nigh, atop sits scentless plastics, stiffs
amidst squeezed breaths constants against a rosette,
~~hugging touched headstone.
Tempest strived roof musing o'er wealth perceived themes
of swayed hyperboles, midst shared rooms, aroused town's
tattlers year-long spread, wanes, delays one closed door,
~~course perused ruins
***porch, ferns, roof, rosette, staircase, window, garden, house, door, whispers
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~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 08
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Decaying House
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 19
Whispers that were spoken were done to cause pain
Tears that were shed slowly became a stormy rain
Fear and anguish hovered and became a filmy dew
The deluge discussion lingered and was in the wind that blew
Heartache was there ending point to show an inner power
They will never ever recover from that volley shower
A torrential flurry was finally done just to even the score
Apologies will never come from this drenching soulless downpour
Created, programmed by God Himself
With bibles digitized for easy reading
Laws, commandments for all the planets
Embedded in the computer software
Because it cares and knows the difference
Algorithms perfected reaching out to you
Carried on the solar wind by missiles rocketed
With a blip and light constant in the night
The computer is not soulless as suggested
But another lost soul searching for direction
Sent into the universe to find His Holiness at home
The One who made it into ones and zeros
Thousands of components whirring metallic tones
Holy words emanating hope, electric hymns for Him
A machine with songs of praise of He who made it
Not made in His image exactly...but a close facsimile
A lifeless corps dragging his feet through the dirt,
the wet sludge sloshing through his toe’s,
He lifts his head and looks to the people running past in a blur,
As the sweat drips from his forehead,
blood rolls down from his eyes,
If you look carefully you can see his life reflected in the crimson shine.
He wonders where he once belonged but only for a brief moment,
Then as he started he remembers why.
No one knows his face here, he is safe,
The people clear from his path, they are afraid but know not why,
they struggle to see him, no matter how hard they strain there eyes.
A shifter from existence before time,
exiled to a backwater planet with so little hope,
His brain hurts from his fall, he fell a long way,
Confused he hopes that he can plead with his masters,
knowing they show no mercy.
Sitting up on their thrones of diamond, his masters contemplate,
They fear his power, were he ever to remember, they could lose everything,
Knowing that death is there only option they summon their assassin,
With a point of their fingers the order is given,
With little hope in their souls.
As he sits alones in a corner he cries, he is alone in life, but not for long,
She is beautiful beyond words,
he smiles and watches as she walks towards him,
As they embrace one another their lips meet,
her warm breath on his mouth, what is this feeling he feels for the fist time,
He lays her down and runs his fingers over her body,
Breathing heavily and closing her eyes, she embraces the pleasure,
For she has never known love.
As the morning sun breaks she pears to her side only to find him gone,
She lays her hand on her stomach and cries.
His feet shuffle towards the lake as he gazes into the glistening water
“ SWOOSH” The assassin was swift, not even looking back before he was gone,
As a dismembered head rolled to a stop, he looks at his reflection in the water,
Then as he gazes into the crimson shine of his tears, they remember.
God help us all.
My anguish is metal heavy and tense
Rusting my heart as I lead by mistake.
Somethings awry in the cogs of my mind
Spinning off-centre they've broke more than once,
My youth was auspicious with seldom regret
The future held prosper now bleeds in my shadow,
My thoughts are attrocious and black as the night
No feelings I fade in disgust of myself,
Assuage my own sickness I smoke on my own
Reflecting on things that assert my own nothingness,
The allure of the feeling too sink in its depths
And give in too darkness,
Begs me.
Absolve me of sin and free me of soul,
Again and again and again..
Darkness
Soulless
Mindless
Hopeless
Falling through Darkness, in soulless strife
There dwells the mindless, Hopeless of life
To stop the painful heartache
One must piece the soulless
Entity of hate, to entertain
The feeling of respect and love
Towards all the human race
Not just the few, but all
And the feelings of righteousness
Does not depict who you are
But elasticity finds it way
Towards your humbleness
And truth abounds
Forwards
May the heart of love find you
And fill you with joy and peace
And trust will be a main stay
Within the harbor of hope
And be a lifelong companion
Throughout the painful days you
Have and thoughts of tranquility
Be your honor and happiness in
Your straightforward praise
That which is spent for you
By the presence of love
And delivered by the grace
Of people that surround you
In love…pain is destroyed
And the soulless is left
In the dust of the past
To never be displayed
Ever again
Russell Sivey
Scared to walk on the flagstones that your love would lay in my journey
My journey to freedom
My journey to diffidence
My journey to destiny.
I returned back flake of your sole that was with me as a keepsake
AND started ambling legs on the promenade of my journey.
I didn't want to bail out from our story
I just wanted to elide your presence in my sole
You never brought any elegy to our imperishable bond but
It was me who rusted ours amicable relation and decided our segregation.
Walking away from your home and stepping on YOUR FOOTSTEPS
I felt your breath and relived every moment with you again but
When I turned back I just saw a dilapilated house and a barren dusty road
NOW as I am roaming lugubriously I don't have you with me
Your absence has quenched my thirst for search of destiny
And I have realized that my journey didn't began after leaving you but it ENDED.
Its not that I have forgotton you and my brain has erased photographic memories of you in my kaput life
I still remember you while sitting on the porch and watching the stars alone
I still remember you when I want someone to hold my hand and walk with me
AND I still remember the last meeting of our eyes.
Whenever these feeling start taking control of me I console my heart by saying
How could I have asked her to come when even I don't know where I am going.
I am just a Soulless Wanderer`
his eyes tell me he loves me
yet he can never seem to utter the words
but I know
his fingers lace through mine so intricately
yet the warmth they emanate feels cold
because I know
his body conforms to mine perfectly as we make love
yet his heart is nowhere near
for I know his true intentions
his angelic lips make my heart skip a beat
yet they never meet mine
because, then, he will know that I know
he does not love me fully
he lacks a beating heart
he is missing a conscience clear of meteor-like holes
and he neglects to care as much as he truly wishes he could
because I know
he is not human, though not a monster
his is not a man, though nothing short of a gentleman
he is here for a purpose that only I understand
and he sees my awareness
my beautiful, soulless, immortal
I live for you
I have lived on the side for so long
A life full of drudgery and misery
A victim of unfortunate birth
To a lowly stock of humanity
And to that soulless contraption of a fatherland
Destined to scrape along
On my daily shamed trajectory
Of the wretched of the earth
Living a good life has always been a mirage
Gleaned from pages of papers and televisions
In the heat of electioneering campaigns
Which fizzle out as elections are won and lost
Why has a creature like me
And my ghetto siblings created
And Condemned permanently
On the fringes of life if not to
Mock God’s creation?
Why has nature bestowed so much?
But has failed to bless all equitably
Nightly, soulless
Creatures stalk streets
Feasting on regurgitated
Spirits of expired
Vagrants and
Alley cats.
If I can start writing about you as a book...
I know I will have you from the first chapter...
But I know I will miss writing about you in some chapters…
Where I needed you the most…
You left me with out a note…
Now I am stuck with few chapters…
Where I don’t know how to end it..
I am wondering knowing that you are missing...
From my book where I started it…
Are you in another writer’s book...
Where you are the main character...
Where you are the heroin in his life...
Why didn’t you tell me...?
That you are leaving so early…
So I could have finished this book...
About you I am writing…
You are so heartless. With out a soul...
How could you do this…?
I am dropping my pen off so angry...
Nothing to write about the woman who hates me…
I hope the writer of your life story...
Will have his book finished...
Where you are not missing in his chapters...
Like you disappeared so slowly….
I am ending my book with this saying…
Naming it as. The soul breaker...
I am sure you will enjoy it,
Dilupa Wijegunasekara
11th of Feb. 2012
old man feeding the birds
he stands slightly bent as he casts
down the bits of bread
that the birds milling around his feet
devour with soulless eyes
he casts each piece like a sacrament
like an uttered prayer
his large brown coat soiled by winter
now hangs on his springtime frame
old man with his bag in hand
walks slowly along the fence line
the rubber of his shoe squeaking like a
small animal
he is amused by the thought
he feeds the birds once again
after all that is what old men do
they die slowly and they feed birds
they walk in silence like a tomb
casting bread upon the waters
like a prayer
old man feeding the birds
what old man dose not dream of younger women
what old man dose not wish he was young again
so the birds feed upon his dying wish
with soulless eyes
watch him walk into the city of night
with nothing but his loaf of bread
and a newspaper full of yesterdays stories
walking the fence line between heaven and hell
on his way to feed the birds
Lost, broken and soulless am I.
When will it be my turn to die?
I’ve been waiting in line so patiently but the Grim Reaper doesn’t bother to even look at me.
I just wish to be free from this accursed life that’s full of pain and sorrow.
Please let there not be another day, let there be no tomorrow.
Let the sun not shine upon my face for its precious light it should not waste.
And let the moon and stars remain hidden behind the clouds for it is in darkness that my heart should forever dwell.
If there is a place called Hell, then please show me the way for my soul yearns for the warmer days.
As I sit near a grave that could have been mine I think back to a happier time.
When my heart was stolen but not by a thief by someone bold yet soft underneath.
He wished to give me a better life, and to save me from the loveless nights.
Happiness I felt in his loving gaze, and I fell for him and promises we made.
Many good days followed after but then came to our final chapter.
I am sad to say there was no happy ever after...
“Life isn’t fair” a saying that in my case has proven to be true.
Year after year the same sorrow the same tears.
Nothing changes, yet nothing stays the same.
I have nothing else to live for, as I have nothing else to gain.
A life of vain I have come to know, time to give up the chase, time to let go of the hope.
Many times I thought I had found happiness but each time it lied just beyond my reach, now my hands no longer reach for it as they are shriveled and stricken with grief.
Lost, broken and soulless am I.
When will it be my turn to die?