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 heat.
I must admit I eat my share
So my guilt I sadly bear.
Handless and legless they strive to survive
Yet they are loved more....Dead than alive!
-But-
Fish cannot scream
Fish cannot yell
The pain from a hook,fish cannot tell.
Fish cannot scratch
Most do not bite
They go to the pan with little fight
-But-
What a frenzy,what a fuss
When one of them devours us!
It's on the telly,it's in the press
"Each shark killed is a monster less."
It's not in the press,its not on the telly.
How many of them are in our belly!
-But-
If fish could scream,if fish could cry
If fish had fur or big brown eyes.
If fish were dry and nice and warm
We'd never do them any harm.
We'd think them cute,they'd get respect
They wouldn't 'get it in the neck'.
Protest groups would march the streets,
And fish would multiply in peace.
-But-?
Categories:
handless, allegory, life, nature, fish,
Form:
Personification
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 your hand in front of your face
Feeling to see if you have a face
Feeling faceless
Feeling handless
You can't pull yourself out of this
It's more of an abyss
It is feelingless
It is emptiness
It is nothingness
The word depression
Does not do it justice
18.02.26
Composed for Lewis Raynes'
Depression - Poetry Contest
Categories:
handless, depression, introspection, words,
Form:
Free verse
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 you
You are my fate a true soulmate
I am a feelingless kiss without you
I am a peaceless niche without you
I am a pondless fish without you
You are my love which you deserve
I am an aimless life without you
I am a ruthless knife without you
I am a pitiless strife without you
With you I hit dart bullseye every try
I am a wingless bird without you
I am a meaningless word without you
I am a shameless nerd without you
I admire your piose beauty so cutie
I am a handless clock without you
I am a prongless fork without you
I am a humourless joke without you
I enjoy each moment with you a brand new
I am a seedless fruit without you
I am a useless dilute without you
I am an endless dispute without you
With you I am complete a man concrete
I am a powerless king without you
I am a diamondless ring without you
I am a bloomless spring without you
Let us not apart any day that's I pray
I am a heartless body without you
I am a worthless roadie without you
I am a themeless melody without you
Love is still, love till date, forever innate
Again I would say, you are my fate a true soulmate...
Categories:
handless, first love, i love
Form:
Verse
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 was complaining of getting old,
Until I passed a baby's grave.
I was complaining my hands were cold,
Until I saw a handless man wave.
I was complaining of the sun in my eyes,
Until I met a man who was blind.
I was complaining about being unwise,
Until I met a man with a simple mind.
I was complaining about work,
Until I saw a jobless man stressing.
I was complaining about my hurts,
Until I started counting my blessings.
Categories:
handless, inspirational
Form:
Quatrain
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 wouldn't be helpful if added to that sentences) like a handless slap:( ..cause that was better..)a threadless cloth that covers.
... Don't you tire of the watch?
There's no ticking in this clock,
but the hands just keeps caressing
for they wonder why eyes stay keen;
strength in gaze..mouth stays clean.
Sometimes I carry too much; I have the words but they stay stuck and then I wait for to long and not because the thought was gone. Rings like a dong. Carried by a cliche acoustic song( Still is strong ).
I'll just be loud
Carry my voice a thousand miles
A w a y f r o m y o u
Still have no clue
Still have no clue
A thousand miles away from you
Can't you see, the sky is o so blue
Take it as you always do.
Categories:
handless, introspection, people,
Form:
Free verse
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 Southern hospitality
though none can claim
this as their birthplace
we cover North, West
and Palestine. Sings Gladys
with honor and respect
the National Anthem
hands over hearts, relishing
the antique still relevant
in lovely raiment —
at least to us oldtimers
beings of not the current
generational habits
halftime cursings
beeped out, entertainment
pleasant to those
forty some years
and below
blurrish words understood
like morse code to the youth
my mouth contentious
settle it down
with black forest dessert
where buffalo roam
in chocolate form
still assuaging our team
with handless cameras
and all things red, white, blue
who knows who won
perhaps someone will boast
in pedantic poetica
2/3/2019
Categories:
handless, football, social,
Form:
Free verse
We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.
What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what we try, harmony does not prevail
and life is stressful, for hardship comes with a cost.
So, we need a counterweight that will tip the scale
To use a simple analogy, think of a teeter totter ride
where balance keeps us from landing on the ground.
The ups and downs we face are very difficult to abide.
What will keep us standing? Where can it be found?
With a positive attitude we can begin in heart and mind
when they battle over things on which they don't agree.
Not an easy task to keep them harmonized and aligned.
When they struggle for power, it can end in catastrophe.
A bit of faith may lead to symmetry and set things right.
Nature handless it perfectly with its seasonal changing,
and like migratory birds on feathered wings that take flight,
tipping the balance in our favor can work with rearranging.
Categories:
handless, analogy, happiness, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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 hoods
of muddle class clones, quickly learning the
brown bag cost
Fuming to convey their High brain frost.
Dig it daddyo, cool beans, the 50's "Glues Clues"
60's
sharing in an ever raging generational divide of
pandemic Paradies Lost.
Categories:
handless, age, anxiety, community, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
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 listen here,
You silly, little man.
Make one remark about my eye
And I’ll cut off your hand.”
It struck me odd that he said this,
And here, I’ll tell you why.
It struck me odd because the man
Was handless, left and right.
Categories:
handless, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
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 its wreck.
II
Where are thou? from a echo lace
The frailty's jar of pure and dense
Waves on which is reflect'd face
whose brow to thee is frost and tense.
III
Why is the dream thou wing so far
From the awake and slumbering of mine?
Ne'er a grief will play us to be par,
Thus sheds the dawn its yielding line.
IV
Ghaters the handless vim and reel
itself the same through all its fond;
It hasn't in a possible or feel:
Is sacrifice alone our truth and bond!
V
While tempests surface from relic Skim
Of woes and sorrows, blue and blood,
Steams in the breeze th'entire brim:
Is nothing being conceiv'd or understood.
VI
Which lie has been obey'd by thy laws?
Defected them were not begone;
The pact is not as ground, it blows
'Til be a sweet or awful moan.
VII
For Love had curs'd the void, this spot,
and burnt the unseen in flawless heat:
The knee of Faith reveals its Knot,
The side of Law conceals its sheath.
Categories:
handless, beauty, care, change, death,
Form:
Rhyme
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 is.
I’m guideless.
and I’m eyeless,
but I can see the pain that’s within this.
So I’m paralyzed and blinded.
You can’t see the peril
through my eye lids.
But I’m not earless.
Society is roaring like a lion.
If I said I didn’t listen,
I’d be lying.
The truth lies inside a victim’s eyes.
I’m blind.
My real eyes can’t realize real lies.
We all have brains,
you’re thoughtless.
Maybe I’m a victim,
but I don’t hit them,
violence can never free one.
I’m punch-less so I guess I’m living life handless.
I’m touch-less,
can’t feel bliss.
I can’t feel for the place that my heart is.
I’m not mouth-less,
I’m soundless.
Mute like a scream
from a pit that’s bottomless.
I guess I’m alive,
but I’m lifeless.
I don’t know where my life went.
So I’m fallen
because I’m flightless.
Angels can’t soar with plight.
I’m wingless.
How could I write this if I was paralyzed?
Well I’m not brainless
or thoughtless.
On this paper,
I let my thoughts drip.
My brain has a leaking faucet.
I brainstorm so much in my mind,
I flood it.
I rather feel pain
than numbness.
Please,
how can I change this?
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Categories:
handless, visionaryheart, heart, life,
Form:
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, candle,
wearing arraying
mandich, manish,
sandals, , spandex, , ,
stanich,stranded,
tannish, vanish
ate, eight
butter clutter
sandwhiches
05/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Categories:
handless, adventure, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Footle
"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 stand here
peering across the span
of a distance
greater than i
watching the crest
of handless waves
caress the shore
almost touching me
before pulling back
the sands
like those of an hourglass
shifting before my eyes
like countless minutes
of time as it moves
hurriedly along
life's path
i catch my breath
beneath a winded spray
of salty air
as tears gather
in my eyes
beneath a breaking dawn
in the shimmer
of golden hues
i see you
briefly
etching words
within my mind
your whispers
falling short
like this shell
beside me
a journey
now done
time
moves on
in folds of crimson
through the darkness
it waits
for no one
Categories:
handless, death, journey,
Form:
Free verse
A famous and popular person,
displaying personal problems,
has been awarded a verified ID.
Wanting fame, he attempts to conceal his reality,
directing attention to others with pure personalities.
If I grab my phone to prove purity through pictures,
tomorrow I find myself in the High Court without Aducate.
Such birds are foolish, using foolish tools to deceive themselves.
I request the President to honor him with the Foolish Grand Award of 2023,
If handless receive the Arjun Award.
Then two hands receive four-hand written page proof of the award.
Categories:
handless, crazy, crush, culture, cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Lamenting land of broken hearts left to bleed
Mahogany misery loves company on bone beach
Seas of skeletons once were hearts on sleeves
Littering black sands like sea shells knee deep
See here the hand that was severed for theft
Stealing for reasons to feed others and self
Now a part of bone beaches black sand
And in the sinful world is a handless man
See here there is a woman without her womb
She killed her children during a full moon
She blamed it on a black man sealing doom
She is destined to a bone beach tomb
The hounds of hell will chew and chew
On all the bones and skulls for food
Never will be full despite what’s consumed
For they too are damned with hunger so huge
Bone beach is where elephants go to die
Bodies bloat souls fly high
But for those who have blackness inside
Outcast to black sands hell hounds eat you alive
Categories:
handless, angst, beach,
Form:
Rhyme