Faceless Poems

What To Consider

Humani mendacity 
Foul water still and staining
A bowl full of silence

A firming maybe.? Assent?
No approbation.? No Dishonour
Validation yet; no walking  out..'

Hard heads no holds; denied'
Kinship bloodless calls
Turn to denial? big up acedemia '

Life and death yes or no
Ignore and prance no tune needed
Vile in a vial, so share that sludge.!

The Curse of the Faceless Woman

The Curse of the Faceless Woman

Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold. 
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight.

Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed. 
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled

Faceless Poets

When we communicate with another
Via verbal or written correspondence alone
We have no idea what that person looks like
So we form an image of our own

Sometimes that image is close
Other times completely incorrect
Always so interesting to see
If they look like we suspect

Hypothetically ,wouldn’t it be an intriguing experiment 
To gather a group of faceless P.S poets

Faceless

Hands held deep within my mind
      Wearing the pockets out this time
       Pondering the ignorance held inside
        In the everything of nothing I find

        Wasted Time...Wasted Time...

   

Dreams the Faceless Angel

Freedom lies behind the eyes
In a mind of conscious thoughts
Inquisitive minds will always find
The one thing that is sought

Letting go of the devil's cloak
To bare your own benevolence 
Will always be the hardest thing
In a world filled with disobedience 

To walk a path that is true at last
Is the path that's no longer known
Still we

Let Me Live

Reeling onto the faceless canvases of encasing past. I wade in my senseless senesces of thoughts asking for death.

"Right here, if you deduce me to be."

"You are, but, having you accompanied, I don't need you anymore."

I said, looking right into reaper's eyes, stumbled with scarred neck and intricate breath with every uneasy tear of mine,

Faceless Bully

Why do you mock and insult my words?
You don’t have to like  my poetry; I 
understand because I prefer Poe.
But shaming and ridiculing what I write is 
not right. 
When you’re by yourself (your conscious
and God)  just you and your thoughts.
Do you feel tall by making others feel small?
Tell me, mocker, who bullied

Faceless Thoughts

Knowledge unknown
Reading blank pages
Transferring empty space
Unwilling to listen
Sounds becoming silent
Thought’s placed deep
Harmony now speechless
Separated by words
Now cold to the world
Shivering with fear
Lost words unspoken
Along and unheard
By words

The Faceless Follower

                
    Fear run 

    No principles 

    Never rock the boat 

    Pleasing, over loss of their soul

    No self 




       

Faceless Reflection

Faceless reflection once fair as a flower 
is all the eye can see
now ghostly hollow
we choked then swallowed 
the darkness we can be 

Daunted we are driven still
to find a defining face
forming familiarity’s found 
to follow humanity’s trace

Through glassy eyes of tears like rain
our character lines have faded
Let our colors emerge
from our darkest hour 
Let

Faceless Killer

Faceless killer.

Oh! China, how mighty is your population?
How mighty is your tribulation?

The world may fall today
If not thoroughly washed hands always
If not lemon, garlic, bitter cola and oranges become food today.

Oh faceless killer.
Where hath tho came forth from?
That our ancestors knows not 
About your form.

Oh! faceless killer!
Where hath tho came forth from?
That our physicians and

Faceless Devotion

Is there anyone who would hear the dreams I conceive?
Profit, pleasure, protection - ‘tis all they know to love!
They would laugh at my hopes till I doubt what I believe.
They bury me deep so it’s quiet up above …
And I would forget all to gain sweet reprieve,
But then life is a gift I’d be unworthy

I Have No Face

I have no face to claim
My face as a child
Lost it in my teenage
As the beach is lost to the sea

My teenage face
Lost it in my adulthood
As the dunes in a wind

My adult face
Lost to the old age
Burned off like a candle

And my old age face
Will be lost to the dust.
Melting down to the ocean

The Faceless One Who Is Shotby a Gun

Those bones are salted;
Spread around the skull by orthodontist;
The artist constructs he's faultless
The face of the faceless one:

Abandoned be at the holding a gun;
Menus heat it up in the political kitchen;
Christians rights to raise their arms;
Freedom Liberties right to bear arms;

Strike them dead, coffins lined with lead;
Must save the Soul and Spirit from the nuclear

The Faceless Guy Yet Praises God--

Shrink calmly like a faceless guy.
Old eyes sees new man
Crossing the street on his knees
Shouting, ranting voices of glory to our Savior, our King
Some are judgmental, some thinks he’s mental
As they await the authorizes to come
The man stands grinning his hand up lifting…
Shouting “It’s Jesus who died for us, it’s Him who was slain on

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