Short Lifelessly Poems
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your just a careless memory
swimming in a sea of what if
broken heart like a vase dropped
on the concrete of your words
splintered and sharp shards
salvaging whats left of this end
leave you bleeding lifelessly
till our begining
Master of time,
Master of death,
You were once both,
and I creeped as your shadow.
Now your blood drips from my fingers,
blood worthy of hallow,
while you lie lifelessly dead.
Time has no master
and neither does death,
when I burn down the world,
and oblivion next!
Burn! Burn ever so faster.
Fire, bring death to disaster.
Nervous fingertips glide
Across faded table top,
Leaving a evaporating trail
Like faceless ghost.
I study the streaks
On the glass door;
With finger prints
That linger
Like unwanted vagrants,
Also faceless.
I listen to the
Hum in the silence
And watch the dance
Of dead leaves.
And lifelessly;
I drink cold coffee.
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.
For A Bleeding Flower of Justice
Like a virgin flower
plucked from an edenic
garden,
justice lies lifelessly
in fields of nightmares—
bleeding bastard blood
of raped miscarriage.
Observers pass by
cringing in disgust—
clinching their innocence
and wiping apathetic brows,
they sigh and move on:
relieved it’s no fault of theirs.
It was like a rainbow, this bead so fine that strung up so many lifelessly like puppets pronged. The carry-over appears, like ageism defeated but again it rears and spills the beans over another adventure, so silly that goose like hemlock endeavors, so wily this bead so effervescent that dowry hidden in the stores are much too much of a bounty.
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..
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..
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
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.
Form:
Evil is scorched and scared of anything sacred and holy.
Nothing more sacred and holier than love
Lovers hearts are in the hands of god above
Lovers losing love in life, live lifelessly longing for love.
December 16, 2015
Contest: 4Lines
Sponsor: Silent One
Evil is scorched and scared of anything sacred and holy.
Nothing more sacred and holier than love
Lovers hearts are in the hands of god above
Lovers losing love in life, live lifelessly longing for love.
December 16, 2015
Contest: 4Lines
Sponsor: Silent One
Evil is scorched and scared of anything sacred and holy.
Nothing more sacred and holier than love
Lovers hearts are in the hands of god above
Lovers losing love in life, live lifelessly longing for love.
December 16, 2015
Contest: 4Lines
Sponsor: Silent One
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.
dry and stiff,
still standing lifelessly on my coffee table,
pieces falling slowly below,
even in death the glow of my 19-inch TV comforts you,
even if I thought more chemical plant food would sustain you through my negligence.
"Plants need water!" my mom tried to say,
but I believed you looked fine,
pale green and vital.
My poor bonsai may not be living anymore,
but it will stay right where it is.
Standing gracefully next to my dead
aloe plant and the toenail clippers.
Form:
Looking,
Daydreaming,
Wondering
About me
Staring,
Lifelessly
Into the glass that looks back
Thoughts coming from everywhere hinting at what I lack
The mental capacity
To stand up for me
The physical shape
To have the guys look my way
The self-esteem
To make me feel good about being me
To speak up and out for me
To make people feel intimidated by me
The braveness of being me
Scared to be seen
So I hide
Hide behind what's easily seen in the look of my eyes
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 .