Best Fleshless Poems
eyes of beauty
shines dark sapphire
sparkling diamonds
dazzling jewels
opens the heart
piercing feelings
in emotions charm
enchants a soul
cherry cheeks blushing
in sweet desire
hair the color
of a raven
falling feelings
as lips lock together
bursting fort
in loves flavor
dancing magically kiss
casting her spell
totally conquered
with sweetest music
played on strings
of a fairy heart
softly enchanting
plays tender tunes
into the deepest chords
delicate emotions
open up
soulful yearnings
moving emotions
they cry out
through air
fleshless dancing naked
on spirit feet
lulled in
sweetest ecstasy
moans with love
oh beautiful princess
dances within
spirit of lips
two souls kissing
embracing hearts
they join together
on silver sands
enchanted with love
forever into eternity
in a fairytale dream
we magically dance
uniting steps
as one
into paradise
Categories:
fleshless, romance,
Form:
Free verse
When birds sing sweetly ,
bright notes fall on deaf ears.
My sightless sockets
no longer watch the setting sun descend
in orange splendour
behind purple hills.
My fleshless limbs reach, suspended
in un-returned embrace,
and hope sleeps in earth’s damp bed.
I once walked in your place, above,
treading soft amongst the stones,
my mind fixed firmly on the stars;
warm wind stroked my face,
framed by a pale blue sky.
I gave no thought to those below;
long chains of lives laid out in rows.
I brushed aside insistent whispers,
growing louder year on year;
Time’s breath at my back,
closing in an ever-shortening shadow.
I am so close I could call out to you-
stretch up to grasp your ankles as you pass;
but my soundless cries are impotent
as dust on stone
scattered by the merest breath of air;
all thoughts dissolved
in earth,
and flesh to grass.
Categories:
fleshless, death, gothic, grave, life,
Form:
Free verse
In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies.
My progeny disappears - there are no words.
Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs
at that particular point when angels are birds.
In a world where I do not exist, air is arms,
fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam
enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms.
I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream.
In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve.
There is only one me with my speciality.
The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve.
This time and place features an abnormality.
In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors
are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories?
How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters?
My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories.
Has my husband found another honey or died?
In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut?
Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied.
Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?
Categories:
fleshless, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Glory goes to they who blaze
Their own trail upon the west.
They will be, if nothing else, remembered.
Their morality ambiguous
Scruples questionable.
At best, an antihero to be scoffed at and spit upon.
In fear of the fiends in the tall grass
They are burning every acre of the field.
The children search for the bodies
Of their parents for approval
To praise their newfound freedom.
Free from being dumb and useless.
Fleshless carrion bakes in the noon sun.
There are footprints in the ashes
Inhaled into our lungs, all due
To the sick remorseless reasoning
Of one sick individual.
Do we blame the match?
Or the flame it started?
Or the grass that lit
Too easily ablaze;
Or the fingers that clinched
The matchstick
As it dragged across
The red phosphorous
And the powdered glass;
Or the eyes that beheld
The light of the flame
Before it was thrown
Upon the scenery;
Who can we blame?
Rhetoric is useless
Language is a luxury
Vocabulary grows best in a vacuum.
Land is only valuable
To those who walk upon it.
We must realize how truly insignificant
We are to the vast expanse
Of the landscape beneath our feet.
Footprints disappear.
We can burn the farms and prairies
But we cannot pretend that we
Will outlast this dirt, outlive
This earth, or understand this universe.
It is all but a blaze and then a blur.
Categories:
fleshless, america, corruption, culture, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
Categories:
fleshless, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks chased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover,
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a straylover,
Rustling forests fanned their chastity, into earth’s soothed solitude,
Only courting birds would through the soulful stillness intrude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance
The night, suitor clad by fleeting flirtations of splashing romance,
Demulcent breaths of pulsating night, inducing like zephyrs opiate,
Fleshless caresses of moistless touch, evoked tranquility tunefully satiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty astral,
Earth at night, an idyllic paradisiac mirror, of vistas ephemeral.
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
fleshless, earth, nature, night, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
A white pumpkin? My first thought:
A large white fleshless bony hand
or two, joined at the wrists to creepily band
together to form a gourd;
reaching out of the cold ground
toward the stem, all around;
it doesn’t strike a festive chord
a cheerless harvest hybrid; my last thought…
Categories:
fleshless, holiday
Form:
Rhyme
Bone Beach 10-19-24
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Bone Beach
Over barren beachheads,
Where ephemeral waves roil,
Shattered tides
Wonder of life left behind
In empty wombs that once bore pearls.
A cemetery of fleshless carrions remains
In bleached bone
To build conundrums of calcium,
Birthed in youthful rings,
In relics of festive gluttony
Without tombstones.
Abandoned
Sanctuaries, exposed,
Burn like bare flesh
From raw rays of solar outrage.
Expectant chrysalis of spiral greyness,
Chilled in the journey of cochlear moons,
Builds upon a barren shell a welcoming host
For renewal rising from churning waves -
A symbol of resurrection from stone sands.
New life grows bones
In grey dreams
On cast-aways.
Categories:
fleshless, beach, life, sea,
Form:
Free verse
one heart travels
through time and space
charmed in words
lands a warm breath
of fresh air
enrapturing feeling
floating upon cloud nine
emotions euphoria
singing blissfully
into the soul's eye
in mirrored reflections
the spirit rises
transported with delight
within blissful happiness
falling into
seventh heaven
softly floating tenderness
spell binding
a dream
fleshless spirit
as the wind flees
the soul hungers
filling a heart
with loves passion
burning desire
touching skin crawls
moving taste buds
craving spellbound
kissing you love
in tenderness
tastes so sweet
Categories:
fleshless, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Ten Lines from Ten Poems 12/26/24
Poems used 1)Most Beautiful Christmas Poem 2)Who Am I?; 3)Keeper of the Flame; 4)Dreams within Dreams; 5)Love's Sonnet; 6)Moonlight on Meadows; 7)Yellow; 8)Gracious Grace; 9)Summer Quatrains; 10)At One With
Inspiration
Through the breathless comma of anticipation
I search for words that yearn to walk
A smokeless incense of inspiration arises
Pulled back from fleshless graveyards of bleak
Pale dawn stumbles from midnight to forget,
Splashing auroras of platinum mist
Breathing fireflies into tombs of musky indigos -
Endless effervescence of grace.
Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
Present tense of the divine dawn.
Categories:
fleshless, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
sipping early morning dew
tasting emotions
as feelings brew
drawing behind
the eyes
a star gleaming
magically shooting arrows
Cupid's every wish
inside enchanting beautiful
sparkling a soul
golden delicious
dancing fleshless
magic floating purity
warms the heart
of dreams
treasure of all treasures
inside the deepest cavern
this place reserved
in crowning
a jewel
one dream princess
more than a fairytale
you came from the stars
lighting up darkness
who gave a heart wings
one shining beauty
who became
my angel
loves light
embraced deeply
sighs within
Categories:
fleshless, romance,
Form:
Free verse
I see hunger written in mixed
colors in their
eyes.
sickness eating their eye
lashes with fun.
i see sorrow racing in their
eye ball,
and its depth in their fleshless
skin.
A turn for composure,
I caught death linking its lips
on their tongues .
This is the solace of the
African sons'
For their Fathers have seek
the kindheartedness of war,
A wit, in its games.
Categories:
fleshless, loss, passion, peace, war,
Form:
Blank verse
Of the rescued orphan was the last he wrote;
twas a very fine end, till he boarded his boat.
Relishing in triumph of a tale well told,
he set out for some fishing in the salty cold.
Through coastal fog to the open sea;
of the hellish nightmare he rowed free.
His euphoria tho, would be cut short.
He was taking on water and miles from port.
A garish screeching as the sun was blocked;
a cloud if seagulls swooped and mocked.
He knew in an instant what this meant.
The devil was close; it had caught his scent.
Déjà vu as his craft was sinking;
of the hellish nightmare he was thinking.
Then to his dispair, the tiny boat was gone;
just he and the devil on the barren sea alone.
Then it lifted him up for one last ride;
Ahab's bones still lashed to its side.
Plunged to the abiss where the Pequod lay;
a phantom crew lommed waiting for this day.
The crew complete, they could sail once again;
a ghost ship manned by fleshless men.
And there the devil where it would forever be;
just ahead of the Pequod on the mystic sea.
The tale never ends for the orphan and the whale,
but could never be written by Ishmael.
Categories:
fleshless, adventure, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
The tank stopped abruptly
And we sat open mouthed
At what we beheld
Our brains could not assimilate
What our eyes were seeing
Great mounds of …. What?
It can’t be that.
All the horrors of war
We had witnessed, experienced
Since D-day
Did not prepare us
For what Belsen held in store
A place devoid of God
A place where even birdsong was banished
We dismounted and approached on foot
As each step brought us closer
Our worst fears were realised
We saw that the mounds were indeed bodies
Or something likened to bodies
Then I saw an androgynous figure
Stood at the fence
A dirty little bag of bones
Wrapped in dirty rags
Bony fingers clutching the wire
Like a birds feet gripping a trig
I reasoned it was a girl
As the rags might well have been a dress
“We are English” I said
“Don’t be afraid”
Her fleshless face was beyond gaunt,
Her shaved head little more than a skull
Her huge eyes were so black and deep
I could see into her soul
A weak smile played round her mouth
And tears welled up in her huge eyes
I would not have believed it possible
For her desiccated form
To have held enough moisture for tears
But they were there
And they ran down the grubby cheeks
Of the little bag of bones
And dripped onto her ragged dress
We ran to the gates
And forced them open
Then we stepped into the jaws of hell
More skeletal figure appeared
From amidst the piles of rotting corpses
Bemused and disbelieving
They hugged us, and thanked us
Some cried, some laughed
We gave them water
And fed them our rations
Not realising we were finishing
What the Germans had started
The food was too rich
For their weak emaciated bodies
What we didn’t realise
Was we were killing them with kindness
The girls name was Elise
She was the same age as me
But she died the next day
Her face with the huge tear filled eyes
Haunted my dreams
All of the days of my life
Penetrating my soul
And breaking my heart
My only consolation
Was that she at least knew kindness
Once more before she died
Categories:
fleshless, war
Form:
Free verse
From my bathroom throne
I overlook heads of trees
men for all seasons
who sway and still
like felt and feathered burghers
dependent on his lordship’s
words.
In glowering times
they cloak themselves in mist,
hiding like fleshless nerves
from courts and kings
and the kings’ best choristers
the birds.
Categories:
fleshless, assonance, bird, nature,
Form:
Free verse