Lifelessly Poems | Examples

Purpose?

Why Poetry? she muses, sat in front
of paper, staring blankly, lifelessly
at her image.—		and really…, who is she
to ask the page—in a manner so blunt—

to shoulder her excesses? such a stunt
surely exceeds the bounds of decency;
Soliciting a perfect effigy,
she risks paying her Muses high affront.—

Still, she dares,—and dares she bold and willing
to strike strokes of black ink upon the white
mirror challenging her to forgive—
And here goes flying, now there goes spilling
the blood of Artistry,—and Spite,—and Might,! 
Why Poetry?—or, better yet, why live?

Fields of Blazing Stars

By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed

Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed

I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed

The Part of Me I Didn'T Know

Blood dropped to the floor
With a knife on my hand
I stood there lifelessly
The sweet pain, I feel
Drowned into my skin 
Soothing me in a way I don't know 
I thought of nothing else 
Just watched my blood flow
I then fell to the ground shortly
Scared and frightened
I threw the knife 
What did I do, I said
But it was too late
The hell I feared had opened
I can't escape now
It's my reality..

The Part of Me I Didn'T Know

Blood dropped to the floor
With a knife on my hand
I stood there lifelessly
The sweet pain, I feel
Drowned into my skin 
Soothing me in a way I don't know 
I thought of nothing else 
Just watched my blood flow
I then fell to the ground shortly
Scared and frightened
I threw the knife 
What did I do, I said
But it was too late
The hell I feared had opened
I can't escape now
It's my reality..

The Mollified Man

The meekly
mollified man
subtly sews
his silently
simplistic sights
upon reality’s
rickety rufescent light .
Always left
lifelessly looming
beneath the brain’s
bashfully blurred
background
of benevolence.
Frankly flickering out
the faded flaws
whose firm
factual flames
of effectiveness
have by now
grimly grown
themselves
out of Life’s
limp lashes
of limelight .
Solemnly swearing
their silent
silken seas
of sorrow
into the
sulking sands
of insignificance .

Substantiated

Am no longer hollow
Look through my mind, silently listen to my thoughts
Do they still whisper pessimism?
Knock at my grit, does it resound with resilience
Do you feel ambers of penultimate ambience?  
If you see shallow graves of past mob injustices
Furrows of harrowing experience and unpleasant apprentice
Let it ring that am collected and mended, primed for what lies ahead
Am fast filling up eroded self and taming every drop
Just to ensure I don’t run dry and thirst after turning a blind eye
I’m not cracking down and shrinking lifelessly,
Neither am I experiencing the former, sticking to the shell of bygones 
Am on heels to the latter, in hot pursuit of the future envisioned
As I chase the status quo, I know I’ve odds to defy, emblazons to relive
Shun history, maybe rewrite it, and totally purge tinted self
Bruised and mired, just panting and longing for cistern site
For all my life I’ve tasted no cosset, storms being my chum 
Every day launching fresh brand of gull
And my feeble feet journeys on regardless
As joints grumble at every inch made
Every mileage made spurring fresh emotions
To just keep going
Keep going!

The Curious Passing of Li Po

Two figurines fell out of the sky
Dropped from a crop duster plane passing by.
The pilot yelled, "Look out down below!",
But no one could hear, he was flying so low.
The dolls struck Li Po who was filling his sack,
Now the rice farmer lifelessly floats on his back.
He does not move, first victim of
A double knickknack paddy whack.

Still About This Shade

STILL ABOUT THIS SHADE

Desirous dark shade,
Never faint or fade
Until I get lifelessly laid
Just as I was made
In dust again I am laid
Because life's debt fully paid
So I'll need no skin aid,
Stay sharp as blade,
Melanin and glow I don't lack
Cos skin doesn't crack
No matter how dark
Or struggled to make my mark,
Blacks don't crack,
We stay proud and black.

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © Aug. 24th, 2017.
Rewritten: April, 2020.

Cyclades

they often
say hair and
fingernails grow
longer when one 
is happily relaxed

they often say hair 
and fingernails 
grow longer 
when one is 
lifelessly 

dead

my breathing has gone 
from a shallow yawn
to something short
of a sigh
once i

stayed on
an isle and
a mirrorless
summer
simmered

passing by 
my heart pacer
taking time as fast
as the mules 
taking mail

to the cliff 
topped town
of Thira
a turtle vs
snail race

sitting in a cafe
sipping a frappe
an hour into 
drinking
when

someone's sound
broke my silence
asking how long
i'd grown my
beard

thoughts in Greek
and English speech
which of these
let me take
you down

to
Elysium's
Fields

Ode To Frigidity

I want to enter you like a poem in flames,
And bleed inside like a beheaded rebel.
I want to join a revolution of forgotten kisses,
Slowly awakening underneath your frozen sea,
Remembering tsunamis you once unleashed
Swallowing every ship of my fleet
In your toothless mouth,
When I floated, lifelessly, 
Like a wrecked paper boat;
While your dog slept, on the floor,
In blissful canine dreams,
On entangled poetry of our clothes.

Going Alone

I'm walking the path my father had shown.
It's the only way that I've ever known.
This cold empty throne 
of iron and stone;
Going alone

This solitude chills and cuts to the bone.
It seems it's a weight I'll carry alone.
The "nothing" I've sown
Is now over-grown
Going alone

And so I stay haunted by ghosts of my own
Who lifelessly stare and deathlessly moan.
My mind's soundless drone 
speaks in monotone.
Going alone

Being

I want to feel you coursing through my veins.
I want to vibrate as you rattle me to the bone.
I want to perspire as you transcend me with your warmth.
And I am down on my knees as I realize why all these things make me feel alive.

Not quite like the early bird that still misses the worm;
or the disillusionment as the lights flood back on, just as you've lit the candles. 
It's like laying face down on a bed of nails,  except that your back is to the floor, gravity no longer a concept as you float, not quite lifelessly, but not quite coming up roses either. 

Pinned yet still.
Not floating, but as each particle of atmosphere spins like the world turns.
As all weights in the universe fight for existence and power.
As all stars burn to hold their place in this place,
As does body to nail bed.
As does body to ground. 
As does body to body. 

It's all but known in this moment that at any given moment
gravity may strike again,
And that bed of nails will come crashing down on you, with you. 
Who?

Who were you? 
Where did you go?
Will I see you again?
Did you leave with all the parts you came with?

Seduced By the Sea

We played by the sea, come swim with me

you shouted, I was frightful so very doubtful,

she looked happy free, splashing, full of glee

sun shining, water mistrustful though delightful,

where are you, not sure, I’m planted on seashore 

panic filled my being, your beauty I’m not seeing

lack of courage I deplore, your safety can’t ignore 

my heart is racing, find myself in water swimming,

it’s certainly apparent, I’m taken by your strong current

I find myself lifelessly spinning, constantly turning

consciously it’s self evident I’ve become your servant,

mocking with your waves, enticed into watery graves

seduced now at your mercy, you show no courtesy 

your power totally enslaves, my body now craves

life not controversy, though you’ll end my life early,

I see your psychopathic smile, I submitted to your lie

so now within your heartless merciless beauty I die.

6/20/2018

A Muse's Mini-Acrostics

Broken... 
Eagerly Erased
Vaguely Visiting Vitality
Encouraged Earlier Evenings End
Remained Ravishing Reality
Lifelessly Lurking
Yearning...
 
Beggared
Excessively,
Varied 
Extensively;
Reasons?  
Loving/Losing 
You
At Nearabouts Now
Jokingly Obtain Neglect; 
Expurgating Self

...breathless
elatedness,
—VANISHING—
—ESCAPING—
...resoundingly
lovable
yore.

Been catching myself, staring off in distance;
Engulfed by the sorrow—forever haunted...
Validate; all my failures and flaws again—
Eerily similar to who came before—
Reflect upon little girl's frivolousness...
Largely too intangible for you to grasp... 
Years—Perhaps your best ones, were already gone—

Introder Moon

I lay down on cool grass
intruder moon lowered his lips
kissing us eagerly all night
till we were lifelessly cold

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