Inexistence Poems | Examples

Independence , Self- Government

Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And  brought them neo-colonisation 
Which  looks like modern incarceration 
As they have limitations of rights 
Locally and internationally 
Which is opposing liberty 
And so called democracy. 

Some people of good hearts out there, 
What do you think when Africans banks 
Reserves are in control of some colonisers? 
As  colonisers continue  taking decisions
on all African matters  proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution. 

What is a next good move for Africa and Africans? 
I can see some riots of many Africans 
and chasing out some western soldiers
 in different UN peace missions,  
pointing them to be wars promoters 
And robbers of their natural resources. 

People of good hearts do you accept their claims? 
In democracy we must understand 
the voices of the majority, 
 if not... it is an  imposition 
which is much dictatorial.

People of good hearts don't you smell 
the arrogance of some world leaders? 
Where love operates,  
there are  no some colonizers 
who dictating other leaders. 
There is no so called democracy 
which is neo- colonisation.

July 2nd 2023

Mortality

Must I confess to you my love the nature of my mortality
before we have a chance to cross the river running so wild?
Yes darling, but hurry the current is getting stronger.
Well, let me think, it 's not easy to ponder about my own demise 
and I much prefer immortality, until I recall the downside, boredom and losing loved ones time after time, becoming a permanent resident in cemeteries, but
then again, it beats mortality, doesn't it?
Honey you were supposed to tell me about mortality?
Oh yes, it slips my mind when I think about it, perhaps it's too slippery a term.
Then don't bother, let's cross the current is perfect, oh no it's still too fast,
help, I am dying, well that was close, you're wicked fast.
Don't mention it, it goes with your mortality clock, not ringing for the time being.
And how do you know that? 
How? Well, of course, because I am the angel of death, no kidding.
So you put me on all this time.
Had to, had no choice, you would never cross with me.
And now that I have?
Now we both bathe in the mercury fog of inexistence.

Proven Or Not God Is God

We can eye God with our eyes, of denial
 we can feel God with our soul of belief
It is natural to sense God in all tiny things...
Impossible is not sight him
with so much presence....!
there is proof of blindness for such  evidence
  We proved  his existence
not proving his inexistence... !

If I Must Believe

Place after place
City after city
I have been searching 
the liking that I deserve;
the spirit, a physique might have
snuggled.

The idea regarding his inexistence 
excites me,
Then the lies I feed myself
might subside me.

It's in my eyes, the living desire
can't thee see!

I ask if he believes in me?
I ask if I can as well?
I ask if I must await,
a guy I believe
may never walk the aisle?
 

omitted vowel: "o"
DATE-29/6/2021

Coronavirus

I hear
A weeping quarantined widow
I peer
Through my sealed window
I fear
The unattended corpse below
A tear
Slips out in limbo  
The atmosphere 
Hurling my emotions akimbo
This year
Death’s started to winnow!

My career?
The lockdown let it go
I’m now a cashier
With no cash flow
A spear
Deprived of a throw
It’s clear
The life you know 
My dear
Can deteriorate into zero
Be Mr.  Shakespeare
Or just a bimbo

Oh dear son,
Wonder where’s science?
Science sense
Has fled into a maze of inexistence
But pray and have confidence
In this social distance
It’s a mutual response
To this traumatic circumstance

Of course I miss you
More than you do kiddo
But still when I’m near
Give your cuddle to your pillow
If we don’t make it this year
At least we’ll be called heroes
By generation that will survive
This remorseless woe

Death Sings Its Song

Death sings its boisterous song to me
Proudly placing itself as the ruler
Of everything created by the maker
Death sings and kills me softly!

Why, unable to fall for anything else
Other than that which has been fated
For me, I remain, alive and unsatiated
Relying on Death for a blossomed release!

Death sings and pulls my soul closer to it
Readily, willingly, knowing that it shall win
While I will be snatched of my mortal skin
And deprived of any of my remaining wit!

Faced with it, I can only kneel,
In agonising pain,
Filled with tormented disdain
Why, pretending to be made of steel

Is certainly not a task for a frail hearted poet
I'd rather lose myself in Inexistence
Regardless of how, then, life would dance,
As, it would seem that I have already lost the bet!

Pray, I choose to sit and cry in lauded religious books
Hoping to be noticed by the God of all mankind
Hoping then, that He might scrap me off life's line
Since Death is already the greatest of its monarchs!  

18 August 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019-  Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart

A Second Late

That grip I longed for 
Decided in a second faster
Than my yearn
But was much slower to catch up
With another second
... I sank

You touched my soul
But it was too late
Now ripped from your world 
To the world
That liquefy pains;
Those streams 
That water your cheeks

We'll miss each other
But only you will notice
For in this state
No sadness nor happiness
Just eternal inexistence
Gawking at your emotions

If only you were on time
My heart would still be busy
With pressure, pleasure and pain
Soaked in red and with beats
Coming at intervals.

The Last Hour

Cursed be the evening,
in which anger and despair
lead to mourning perpetually
under the night's chilly air

To rise when the eyes see,
the sun's gaze upon the earth
is unwishful to one who seeks rest
thousands of feet below the dirt

Forsaken he is, if that's what he felt,
Hung to the trusses by a belt
let the moment of inexistence
strike once the clock hits twelve.

Your Inexistence

I love You in the Morning
In the evening.

Never shall I forget You
In a day and in the night.

I contemplate Your existence
Your inexistence.

Neither You exist nor hidden
But either You are.

I still love You wherever I am
Whenever I am alone.

You give blessings
And I bowed unto You!


I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!

Loves' Letter To Brown Sand

On the outskirts
of a line comprised 
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run 
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they 
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...


Exquisite.


Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT

Fear

A silencer that speaks not of itself
Waiting for the beckoning to come
It shuts its ears from speech
But listens to the heart
Where comes the enticement

You perceive it like its the enticer
You see it like it is inescapable
But fail to remember its helplessness
By the ignorance of the fact
That it waits

It smiles 
At the conversations of the heart of 
some
Who sit on the fence
But gets a setback by those of others
Who have crossed on

You give it the power to leap
From the point where it waits
To the beckoning heart
By the inexistence of willpower 
Which is revealed in thoughts

Like a magnet, it leaps
Straight into the weak heart
Cheerfully gives out its pseudo 
strength
And engulfs the strength in the heart
With which it is able to do more
Which puts a smile on its lean face

It shakes it tails
At the sight of the weak heart
But shivers at the sight of the 
courageous one
Which makes it a coward 
Which joys at the weakness of the 
weak.

The Flamenco Dancer and the Bull

The Flamenco Dancer and The Bull

The acoustics of your snuffle
 is an absolution 
of a descending staccato 
in an E chord.
Behold, my lancing third, 
an urgency to trick you 
with my jalapeño-colored capote,
to mask the stains of your blood 
as it oozes,  while I thrust 
these Romani banderillas 
in your neck.
Tease me with impulsive pretence
of your Berber-like invincibility,
while I magnify 
your monotonous habits,
triggering the sequel
with the mutiny of these senses
in a most soulful manner.
Beware, my gitano-inspired estoque, 
hidden and within a rhythmic beat cycle
in sync with a Moorish chant,
while my arms obliquely stretched
plunging to your bosom, 
as I dare to move my hips 
in a sultry fashion, to anchor it 
in your Andalusian-unceasing being,
Oh! My Iberian-bred tragedy,
consummating my tableau
with your immortal inexistence.

Define Death Please

"What is death to a man
But to have his life ended?"

Please.
Don't be so lackadaisical.
Death to a man
Is the man's paradise.
Where the pain that construed 
him
Nurtured him
And taught him how to live
In a lifeless realm,
Is ripped from his soul.
So that even through 
inexistence
-The downright lack of mind and 
self-
Is cause to live.

The Cautiousness For Life

The words that rends the air everywhere is
We are in a computer age,
Well that's true but my message is 
Be life cautious.

Love everything that has life
You are trying but in other way,
You are equalizing the living kingdom
Into a single hierarchy.

My words are simple
Love all creatures;preserve nature blesslife,
Becareful of a civilization
That put too much stock in science.

Unlimited endeavour to preserve life
Will result to an unending,unforgetable regret,
Of the inexistence 
Of the natural gift of life.

Riddle

Never through regretting
The past can be a painful truth
My mind has walked through endings
A dead heart is the timeless proof

Walking from the weather
Into loss and loneliness
Never once to let her
Become my heart and know my love

Nothing fuels the last hope
To find a way to sacrifice
The nothing that is my rope
And spare my heart the final price

Angels lost in deep thought
Demons buried in their lies
Caught between what I sought
And the riddles that want all to die

Screaming in the distance
Empty words defend front lines
Impartial inexistence
My lack of faith has blurred my mind

Broken and divided 
Empathetic knowing eyes
Poisoned and two-sided
I am the truth that loves your lies

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