Nonexistent Poems - Poems about Nonexistent

Sunshine streams, spilling secrets on satin sheets, a symphony of soft chirps and chattering birds. The morning unfolds, a vibrant tapestry of hues, and I, I am nowhere to be seen. Not a single soul remembers my name, no echoes of laughter, no whispers of love. I am a blank canvas, a forgotten tune, a silent melody in this bustling, bright world. Yet,...

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Wish you were never born Wish you never came to be Wish you were never came around Wish you weren’t my father All you are is just a ghost In the backdrop. You sleep in a coffin Only to rise from the grave Looking for a fresh meal That was slaved over the stove. You may do minor work But that ain’t enough Ladies got the...

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starry winter night missing her summer conversation softly wishing in vain moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy starry spring evening missing her winter conversation a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid starry summer night missing her spring conversation dehydration...

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For forty years she stood there On watch every single hour One tentacle of defence against A perceived enemy power. There is now a new golf course Where the aerial field once stood They’ve long thinned and chopped It’s once concealing wood. The Ops Block is the Club House, The security cage and fences gone, Presumably they removed the minefield That she...

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I write this poem and send it across the white nonexistent pages on a screen of tiny pixels, and wonder what causes it to remain while a grayish color followed by a scene appears, and I am asking, “Where does it go when…?” I vigorously tap the “enter” key and watch while it floats into the nebulous world of the WWW, only...

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My refusal skills are pretty much non-existent. I grew up in a small town where most people say yes. Others use words like no, absolutely not, not my clowns. I say okay almost immediately to any request coming my way. For where I grew up anyone who said no was labelled a trouble maker. An outcast, a do-badder, I know it...

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please tell me ... what happened? what dire damage have i wrought? what did i do to ruin it, that friendship, rare? you once knew me better than most ... my darkness didn't frighten you, didn't rattle, you sighted those demons ... i think they danced with yours, times, imbibed from the same bleeding cup, cackling ... spitting. but you were always keener,...

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