Home » Poems » Best » Indubio Ix » Best Indubio Ix Poems

Best Poems Written by Indubio Ix

Below are the all-time best Indubio Ix poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

In the Keys

come now, princess
don't surrender your splendor
sign emptiness
with an epithet from razors
come now, naked
and vulnerably dreaming
pallid, wounded
while the piano is still playing

come now, duress
flaunt your surreal glamour
let her witness
the parody of metaphors
come now, tainted
the lies are worth believing
desecrated
the knives are there, waiting, 
waiting

concede to the void
the puppet, the toyed

come now, your Highness
show them your riches
show them your rubies
and spill them in washes

banish sanity
there's madness in the keys

come now, princess
while the devil's still playing
come now, silence
the knives are there, waiting
waiting

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Pariah

pardons for the beggar
he knows not what he trades
witness to the rapture
a feather for a spade
preaching him a savior
what alms that would've made
words to sate the hunger
though wordlessly he prayed

threnodies for martyrs
indifferently played
lulling into stupor
those starving to be saved
beneath the skyscrapers
within walls mired and grayed
they all roam encumbered
and silently they pray

ripping through the integuments
of a convivial heaven
sleeping in discontentment
stay cast-away; forgotten

penance for the pauper
watching the cavalcade
of endless wanderers
all dressed in the decay
through torn streets and corners
the grime will never fade
listen to the laughter
the asphalt takes its prey

lumbering across the pavement
the ragged delirious children
wallowing in detriment
stay cast-away; forgotten

still groping for all those long disclosed promises
still hoping for halos when their god could care less

are they conversing with angels
while carrying their own shovels
and quietly knowing too well
when and where to bury themselves

pardons for the beggar
he knows not what he pays
placed his doubt on barter
for faith without a face
he wouldn't consider
to even make a raise
when a dream is offered
it's never there to stay

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Virtuosa

i mistake the divine
as i tend
to worship your tune
let the music define
and then rend
what is left of me

tilt your neck against mine
do pretend 
i'm all yours to wound
it's your touch on my spine
that may bend
all reality

rest the world

vacillate through the wires
and i'll spend
an aeon or two
harmonizing the ire
to augment
the trills properly

in staccato desire
your movements
cleanly cutting through
when you're truly inspired
you suspend
my breath entirely

and god heard

with such a gentle stroke
play your hands
on my throat
i'm a slave to the bow
fingers dance
cold and slow
with a grip on the scroll
trace the strands
carve the notes
an octave down or so
lay entranced
in my throes

the pegs turn

deftly scale through the length
of everything i am

when i'm your instrument; rosin-drenched strings
severed and bled
an insanity's musings

the echoes resonate within a dream
within my head
your sonata is playing

and when the music fades
will i still wake
or just be left

humming

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Counting Seizures

we're past the convenience of apathy
is it an act?
is it all fake? 
easy for you to say it's a mistake

when my mind is dosed
with a thousand new questions
and i'll never know
'til we share this affliction

we've gone too far for trivialities
no going back
can't hit the brakes
not when your name's on every pill i take

when i'm diagnosed
with all the wrong conditions
i'm too predisposed
with no clear grasp of reason

it's just like counting seizures
we're dangerously unsure

while you tell me my green is all red
is it too hard to believe
i've accepted everything you said

you're a hemmorrhage in my left brain
slowly bleeding into my right eye
well there's no wonder i can't see straight
and no wonder why i can't think right

you're a cause and a cure for my strain
of insanity; but don't ask why
when we're caught in this drugged-up stalemate
and it's all asinine in hindsight

while i'm laughing the song in my head
is it too hard to believe
i'd rather be lost in you instead

when i'm caught in throes
of turbulent confusion
keep me ever close
a welcome dissolution

it's just like counting seizures
so desperate to be sure

with heartbeats in crescendo
i just don't know
i just don't know

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Sheep

distortions of grandeur and praise
infect me and make me your slave
tranquility is but a phase
the sullen, the meek, the depraved

like shying fleece on the barter

delusions of ardor misplaced
inject faith that enmity made
in truths, she lay undressed, defaced
the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed

lead me across the graying plains
she'll be the bliss beside the pain

i lie prostrate in surrender
herd the weak into paradise
the needle is my new shepherd
stain delirium onto their eyes

like naked lambs to the slaughter

these are the pastures
the fields of mourners
the grass of beggars
meadows of paupers
here grow the anguished
the mired, the famished
the livid brackish
the passive tarnished

lead me beneath your rusting staves
these veins ache for the blight you gave

watch the child playing on the altar
dancing methamphetamine shivers
acceptance
deliverance
i am your sheep
this world's an abattoir
i am your sheep
feed me; 

this mind is yours

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Blood On the Snow

hold the temperamental winter
stay for the rape of the chaste and pure
let the white be stained thus
that the cold may numb us

frozen eyes before a mirror
pleading veins invite the dagger

hold your stifling beats, frostbitten heart
lest shatter into a thousand shards
let the flakes leave their cuts
that the cold may take us

statuesque beneath the showers
silent rains of bladed slivers

as icicle tears have nowhere to flow
there's pain in the ice and blood on the snow

i lie here with wraiths and
meandering ghosts
the banshee of conscience
will still cast echoes

pallid faces; the warmth severed
the cold is sharpest when remembered

hold the reverberating shivers

as icicle tears have nowhere to flow
there's pain in the ice and blood on the snow

Details | Indubio Ix Poem

Black Hole Stare

there's a death in your glance
that i have welcomed
in all abandonment
and in every instance
that i had become
a planet astray

i feel free in your gravity

there's a mischievous chance
fleeting and random
across the firmament
that you may look askance
so i may fathom
the depth of your gaze

your eyes hold singularities

and i am 
already within horizon
so drag me along
my deconstruction

i'll let you murder me
with the stars
with all the lights of an ending night 

i'll let you pull me in
through the hours
past the shards of a collapsing sky

and i am
in retrogade towards nowhere
helplessly ensnared
in your black hole stare

draw me in

there's a death in your glance
and i hope it's mine