Best Handless Poems

The fish is a creature cold and wet
Hooked by line and trawled by net,
Easy to catch and yummy to eat
Fried in oil or seared by...

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It's nothing

Nothing more than a slump
Or a low
A mere depression
So I am told

But it's deeper than that
It's more of a chasm

So dark you can't see...

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Hand in hand glued I walk with you
I am a waveless sea without you
I am a honeyless bee without you
I am a rootless tree without...

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"That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell" said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of...

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Fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honor with heart deeper 
Than deepest sea;full 
Of mysteries.
 Mother of all humans.
Mystery herself,emanates 
power and...

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A fragile but tough 
Creature,a woman,an 
Embodiment of glory and 
Honour wit heart deeper 
Than the deepest sea;ful 
Of mysteries.
The mother of all humans
A mystery...

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I was complaining about walking,
Until I met a man with no feet.
I was complaining of too much talking,
Until I met a man who couldn’t speak.

I...

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I just don't know
If this is how the even; flows:

The wind is good tonight, but i'm tired of the chill( fresh; an interesting definition that...

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SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY

cool wind and red souls —
the passion-keepers
of the Superbowl

couples under warm blankets
converse about commercials
thumbs up and thumbs down

inside company pokes holes
into the crackling wood
of...

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I met a man not long ago
Who had a funny mark:
He only had one eye, you see,
But his demand was stark.

He said to me, “Now...

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I
Is Harmony the trace thou leave in dance?
And will whose hear quivers thy neck,
When from thy silent kiss will hence
The breath of light and yet...

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They called themselves
the "Moody Glues"
like jets in flight
higher than kites
huffing to no note deadbeat drummers
forever marching covertly across handless
fields of teenage want.
Tubing--a way countering neigh-boring...

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I’m heartless. 
I don’t know where my heart is.

Hateful, 
I’m looking for my happiness.

But I can’t move, 
I’m footless. 
Grounded feeling low 
like the ground...

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Sandra  Stanwick Ain't Butter Sandwiches


anguish, bandage
Sandra  Stanwick
banish,  bandits
bandits, bandwidth,
standing, branding    
handless manage
vanquish vantage
languish, manage
language, mannish
Spoken token 
 spanish

handed, handle
candid,...

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"I shall return soon to this quiet place
To be with my friends of the kindred kind
Where poetry forms in a peaceful mind"
 Connie Marcum Wong

i...

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