#lifeless poems on Hello Poetry

Kit John Parish Nov 2014

stale

untamed but given
a new life of the same grey
seen to be seen
known to grow withered
of grief-stricken faded memory mist
missed, that ceases to exist
lifted to float of drying drift
which rips at the seams
at falls apart

#dying #depression #lifeless #stale

Liv Oct 2014

sweet sweet girl

ive come to terms with the fact
that a brilliant boy
can hide behind a nearly lifeless body
determined by white powdered bars
and a beautiful girl
can cloak her sadness
in an exhale of smoke and a few tabs

i do believe
it's hard to hide
when a black cloud
hangs over
his shiny blue eyes

and i do believe
she hears me
from underneath those cries
get out of there sweetheart,
it's like you're sun-bathing
inside a burning building

don't stop to smell the flowers
they're already dead

#sad #drugs #him #trapped #lifeless

Melanie Kate Oct 2014

Midnight dying

The days squeeze
all the air from lungs,
all the blood from veins;
Freezing the warmth
that beats within.

Until silence
curls

around crying lips,
in the dead hours after midnight.

(c) MKD 2014

#lonely #pain #death #crying #awake #midnight #insomniac #lifeless

Deborah Brooks Langford Oct 2014

Oh Disillusion Me

Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............

Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............

Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is no more, try to ignore
Breath held, try to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn............

Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking.......

Oh Disillusion Me....*

Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..

Through sorrow, through death, life is gone, holds no tears.

#life #lifeless #breathless #temptress

rook Oct 2014

firsts

the chill of a metal bench soaks into my skin,
fibers of denim unconcealing
can you see my bones?
hoarse and quiet and barely there,
your voice is a ghost
the residue of something that once lived and is no longer
there.

high fives, fist bumps, live long and prosper:
thin hands that have seen it all
all except the warmth of yours
of a link that i never expected
to feel, or to feel so
empty

knees, rough and bruised from kneeling
from sitting in uncomfortable positions
from leaning over in the emptiness of a house haunted
by someone's ghost,
though if it's hers or yours or mine
no one can say.

the firsts are the only ones we count:
lips that linger,
brushing dust and stellar remains
on the lifeless collar of this lifeless boy.

for addison.

#empty #cold #touch #firsts #lifeless #ghosts

Christopher K Bayliss Oct 2014

Between the World and Satan's lair.

Beneath the world of expectation
above the Hells of Satan’s lair
a body lies in mortification
and no one knows that it is there.

A ****** on a frosty evening
of lovely girl with sprightly nature
who’s only sin was of receiving
with evils own collaborator.

Innocence was wholly shattered,
deflowered just for being there,
her body beaten and so battered
and left there dead with just her stare.

Terrified, transfixed, still staring
in that direction from where it came.
A beast so vicious and uncaring,
who treated her with so much shame.

There was no offer of protection,
there was no one to lend a hand.
Just he who caused her such dejection.
Just he who placed her 'neath the land.

This girl of lovely disposition
never had time to say farewell,
was never found by expedition,
just left to rot and left to smell.

She missed a life of exploration
that night he took her life so ill.
Encircled now in forestation
beneath the soil of old land fill.

Her family sought, indeed, still seeking
in hope one day she may be found
and from her grave her soul is speaking
to all who walk above the ground.

One day she may receive response
by someone sensitive to call
someone who walks with such a nuance
that she may indeed perhaps enthral.

But until that time she lies beneath,
between the World and Satan’s lair.
Waiting for that one relief,
that all should know and all might care.

6th October 2014

#life #death #evil #****** #hidden #lifeless #satan #lair #wanton

Claire Feb 2014

Empty

In the emptiness
In this asylum, I've been buried.
Was it forbidden
That I just float away?
Did you have to hold me down?

There wasn't anything here, and
Despite what I told myself,
I knew.
But yet you've trapped me
In the bitter;
In my own enveloping thoughts.
And the worst part isn't that
You don't care.

It didn't occur to you or anyone;
It never would.
In an instant it was gone, and
With a blink I saw it fade.
It was bound to burn out,
And so was I.

So if I'm buried, if I'm trapped;
Held down;
Forgotten;
I'll sit here.
I'll drown and drain myself
Into what I only know is empty.
Not me,
But what is around me.
And all around me
Is you.

#love #broken #regret #empty #lifeless