Short Invisibility Poems
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Leaf lives
independently
with love in invisible air
-February 18, 2019 Chattogram
“Place this cloak around you and blink six times
You will then hear three chimes
When your body begins to shudder
You’ll be invisible to your own mother!”
souls of innocence flourishing in the garden of a keeper
happily served with bowls of cacao and ambrosia of ether
guarded by the coracle of invisibility
R-abidity's
I-nvisibility
Z-one
A-pplies
L-ethal
E-pidemic
L-etfing
I-nfection
S-pread
Topic: Birthday of Riza T. Lelis (May 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There was a lady scientist from Quebec,
Who was involved with some very high tec,
She made an invisibility cloak
So she could hide from some folk,
Especially when they wanted a cheque.
Love her for her beautiful soul, her invisibility to others. Embrace her imperfections, reassuring her that you would never change them. Instead of habitually telling her I love you, try acting out your love though avid affection.
.
If
you
could
choose just
one super power
would it be invisibility,
flying, maybe xray vision
or simply the ability to sleep
without questioning every
single decision that
you ever made
in your
life
?
.
When we where younger we all wanted that invisibility cloak, talking about how many pranks we would do or how we would sneak out
I was born with it sewn into my skin
I’ve tried cutting it, dyeing it but nothing seems to affect the effect
I watch a single girl
falter
when her face falls
her costume becomes parody
trying too hard she transforms awkward
and moves away
tucks into herself toward invisibility
dont listen to an invisible
older woman
with a turn
you could be fabulous
E-erie
R-abidity
I-n
C-ontagion
A-nd
M-ystery
A-pplies
E-pidemic
M-onster
A-s
N-otorious
I-nvisibility
C-ontaminates
A-ny
N-ation
I-nternationally
Topic: Birthday of Ericamae G. Manicani (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
DREAMING LINE
I am writing my best dreaming line
To pray for the best love of the sunshine
Life is the fierce battle that the no place to whine
Don't you see the invisibility of the universe of mine
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 25, 2016
C-ontagion's
R-abid
I-nfection
S-eriously
S-preads
Y-ucky
C-oronavirus'
L-ink
A-s
E-pidemic
E-eriness'
G-rime
E-mploys
N-astiness'
I-nvisibility
A-nd
S-ilence
Topic: Birthday of Crissy Clae A. Egenias (May 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Greeting of the day
Is here to convey
The earnest recognition of affection
Directly from the heaven
Wrapped in his divine invisibility
Enclosed within her words
Sent towards you, to wish in bliss
What he remembers
What we remember
Happy Wedding Anniversary
Daily, we look at strangers such as cashiers; they see us too.
Removed from them, can we describe their faces? Can they describe ours?
Invisibility seems part of the human condition.
Written Feb. 20, 2017 for the Invisible Contest of Lewis Raynes
The Kodachrome is Venetian-dusk.
The photograph still perishing
from its vintage exposure.
On the back of the image,
bleeding to invisibility,
a telephone number.
The London area code is quaint,
only a young man on a ‘Triumph’ motorbike
could trace it now.
I still want to.
The eyes perceive the unscripted,
A light emerging from oblivion,
Faith enhances its brightness as it draws near,
While tenacity serves as the driving force,
The unscripted emerges from invisibility,
Accompanied by awe and bewilderment upon its arrival.
February 13, 2025.
Creatures of
spirit, poets are,
softness, invisibility,
things whose existence
extends in time.
Hard things,
of the eyes,
of the earth, of matter
are for cynics,
humorists and critics.
Poets are lovers,
engrossed in love
and memory of love,
in sad recollection,
and mourning.
He has nothing left but a triangle of faces,
An old rake,
And a heart that won't stop beating
For all the invisibility of life:
The pushing of a boat upstream,
The angular intentions of voices,
The steel nob of your car door,
The shouts against the wind.
On his beath bed the Buddha urged us to
Strive.
Who did you see
Standing looking at me
Someone you knew before
Have you come back for more
Or can’t you believe your eyes
Sometimes I have a disguise
Then again there’s invisibility
When there is less of me to see
But I suppose you’re confused
Maybe even feeling somewhat amused.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You grin,
the Kodachrome is Venetian-dusk.
The photograph still perishing
from its vintage exposure.
On the back of the image,
bleeding to invisibility,
a telephone number.
The London area code is quaint,
only a young man on a ‘Triumph’ motorbike
could trace it now.
I still want to try.
Late bloomer in old body.
To whom made me live mortality-
Somehow felt I'm somebody--
Mistook defect from abnormality-
I give words, with their eyes of pity--
Words in various dimension,
Their Humpty Dumpty conclusion.
Invisibility of words-
I befriended poems--
It's hide and seek-
Who sees, it's a mystique!
I speak with sign language all day
Long. Do you see this? Can you see it? That is the sign of
Invisibility.
Here's another. The sign of the
Sound of silence. Can you hear me? Listen silently. Do not cause
The air to vibrate. Huusssh.
Malik Val Brooklyn Rogers!
Black Panther! Jet Blackest
Answerer
a empty blackhole
sucking and shrinking
diminishing and fading
spiraling into darkness
no hope of ending
except to reach invisibility
infinity smothering that reality to nothing
no complaints, resistance or existence
only silence
extinct feelings and emotions
thoughts and actions
wrong no longer
natures mistake corrected
You're looking away
It is all still there
Stronger so strong
Blinding invisibility
Your silence burns
It is real in me
So incredibly real
Ignorance keeps you
Binding me too
No end is visible
Try to break out
The confusion is nonsense
Blurring my mind
You pay it nothing
It is blank to you
Doesn't exist
Walking is easy
When you are looking away
Form:
Out in dark they are night
Born through circumstantial tendencies
With invisibility beneath the dazzling city lights
Callous prizes in social event settings
Drowning identities among one’s own societies
Subjugating them to less and less
Characters, out or under our control?
But, when days shall end will we confess?
That their lives we really do not want to know