Best Airless Poems
The Withdrawing Room...Unrhymed tercets
The Withdrawing Room
Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
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Categories:
airless, abortion, bereavement, courage, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Herstory, Not History...(for Virginia Woolf)
She wanted to buy some flowers but drowned Herself instead,
drifting along the ebbing flow of time, with warm
water cracking Her slim figure and airless lungs.
‘will I fr......
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Categories:
airless, art,
Form:
Free verse
White Wolf, I Bleed For You...Once upon a time
Distant memories
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest ......
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Categories:
airless, dark, grief, heart, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
The Withdrawing Room...Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
Daunting without exit the silent screams ......
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Categories:
airless, abortion, bereavement, child abuse,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Be Yourself...Looking into the crystal mirror
The girl sees a hollow form in front of her
She is beautiful, with nothing out of place
But is filled with nothing
Eyes of glass blink in union
They are lifeles......
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Categories:
airless, confusion, courage, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Witness...I slept all day and woke to the rain,
With the low purr of thunder rolling around my temples.
Through my open window rose, darkly, the scent of the earth,
Cool, ripe, metallic,
Revived by the unf......
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Categories:
airless, love, rain, storm, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Give Up - the Ghost...Bidding tearful adieu,
I sat on his grave,
And his spirit stood beside me,
Consoling me to return home.
As I opened eyes to my conscious ,
Ghosts encircled me in black attire,
Their orange fa......
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Categories:
airless, fear,
Form:
Quatrain
Where Has All the Beauty Gone...Where Has All The Beauty Gone?
There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies......
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Categories:
airless, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
In Youth, Beauty That Sets Eager Hearts To Flutter...Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks pow......
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Categories:
airless, art, beauty, care, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Beneath the Rubble of Hate...
Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Michael Fulkerson
Quote: “Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what......
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Categories:
airless, angst, hate,
Form:
Free verse
The Wound That Never Heals...Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I......
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Categories:
airless, christian, husband, mother, music,
Form:
Verse
Empathy...I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I rise from
like the mo......
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Categories:
airless, family, loveme, time,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Underwater...Im under water
and it feels like a slaughter
the killing of my precious air
day dreaming that someones there
Hoping and praying for anyone
To come around and be the one
to rescue me, but ......
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Categories:
airless, america, art, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Broken Flowers...BROKEN FLOWERS
i.m. Ann, my sister 1947 – 1997)
Heads of fine purple strewn across cement
And yellowness heaped up in an airless room –
Travesties to which your heart’s golden fire-dust
Is an increm......
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Categories:
airless, angst, bereavement, death, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Life On Mars...Six tiny feet softly padded through dark passage,
inherent sensory abilities guide the way.
Sight, smell, taste gleaned in clearest detail.
The ancient surface society, once quite different,
shed......
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Categories:
airless, planet, poetry,
Form:
Prose