Best Limbless Poems
My Father,
See the little serpents slither
Among the Wolfsbane, the Foxglove and the Daffodil
My mother distains the creatures,
And fears the beauty of my garden
Though I see splendor in their movement
They dance carefully in the night,
The moonlight shining on their freshly shed scales
Why are they punished for an ancient wrong?
Why are they hated for their doings?
Am I like the snakes, in my father’s eye?
A limbless mistake? A falsehood you know,
As they wait to accuse,
And always abuse?
Fallen Lucifer laughs in the crevices,
As he has taken my brother with the rock of another,
My desires remain in the ground,
Among the burrowing creatures round
For it is a falsehood you know
That we, the children should be blamed
For a wrong made by the very ones who made us
I will dance in the moonlight,
I will water my beautiful, poisonous plants
And I will live and die like the ones before me
I will bear others, and keep watch of their growth
6/4/16
For The Five Word Challenge contest, hosted by Timothy Hicks
Five words used:
Lucifer
Know
Wolfsbane
Always
Little
Categories:
limbless, beautiful, desire, inspiration, life,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
“It’s a terrible love
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy
Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…
The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall
So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light
It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless!
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…
Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers
Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me
Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire
Categories:
limbless, analogy, creation, devotion, grief,
Form:
Free verse
A blessed soil which perspires cashews and coughs out black pepper,
its global banner of rice is raised so high
which is only beaten by one.
Specializing in the juices of the commonest limbless reptile
with cuisines highly recommended by the parliaments of health.
From dragons to birds;
the turtle to the horse;
the minds of its people have well been bonded to these,
making historians marvel at which exactly
helped in denting the American military pride.
Categories:
limbless, community, earth, education, environment,
Form:
Ode
Day one of her stay,
and it was with my yellow slippers I had to part away.
She seemed to love them too,
though they were worn she treated them like new.
A lot younger than me,
when she smiled you could notice a missing tooth or three.
Her unkempt hair and shabby face almost gave me a fright,
yet there was something magnetic about those eyes that shone so bright.
Giving me a sly look, hiding behind her mother's faded saree,
I knew with her around I had a lot to worry.
Within a week she was to my mother what the moon is to the night,
owing to which not a day went by when the two of us did not fight.
One fateful gloomy day when I came home from school,
with the winds wailing loud and the rain clouds of the deepest grey looking so cruel.
The house looked deserted with no one in sight,
it was only later I learnt that Meera, our maid's daughter had been hurt.
A bus ran her over while she was crossing the street,
and no matter how much she willed she will no longer be able to stand on her feet.
My gaze now settles on the yellow slippers lying abandoned in a corner,
as if mourning for it's limbless owner.
Categories:
limbless, feelings, life,
Form:
Couplet
Without you next to me as I sleep, it’s like carbon monoxide in my lungs. I awake rotten and malnourished. Experiencing life as a ghost, everything is gray. Everything in ashes. Frail to the touch. Sickness resides in the majesty’s kingdom, yet I press on. Knowing you’re somewhere I must venture. I’ll find you this disfigurement of a waking life. My personal holocaust. The other side of the barbwire leads to you and I’ll rip myself limbless to bleed out into your soil. If only for a moment we’re together, than a moment shall be an eternity. My scared flesh tells tales of dreams foreseen. Golden rays of amber claim my vision, and I’ll never lose hope as I break my fists upon the stone walls of my oppression. With you in my heart I’ll survive the winter drudge. Towards the summer within your arms. Our love is timeless. Our love is God’s whispers.
Categories:
limbless, adventure, art, dark, december,
Form:
Romanticism
Hearing distant cries,
Hope you hear my demise
The deceased fight a battle, recognize
Armageddon heven began to rise,
Evil had no disguise,
Man idolize the warning of the wise
About the valley of the beast,
Where the red moon set east
And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies
All in horror, torture, scorcher at least
Rebuked and punished for peace
Murdered by the beast and the deceased
The living were in mad pain,
Making labour pain feels like a migraine.
Seeing Sadam Hussein,
Beating himself with a thorned cane;
Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!”
‘Cause the pain is insane,
More chaos came:
The Holocaust Campaign
Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame,
Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign
Of man three numbers meant his name.
Who’s to blame?
J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame
For His sins, felt the shame,
My mind’s slain,
In picturing, I can’t contain but complain
That if I were you … I’d start prayin’
Categories:
limbless, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse
A crippled mass of beggars
Each at the corner of every street
Deformed by cruel and greedy hands
They perform their daily feat
Of scrounging from the passers by
The people in their cars
Their pathetic, doleful entreaties
Oh, how my heart it scars
Yet who is the beneficiary
In this profit-full career?
I'm sure it's not these limbless souls
Whose lives are not there nor here.......
Whose plight we don’t wish to hear
Categories:
limbless, angst, introspection, sad, society,
Form:
Verse
Limbless Love
Light gone and then sound,
Romancing darkness at hand,
I cheat night again,
Courting your formless fondness
Embracing your love, limbless.
@ 05/ Nov/2012
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For PD's Any November poem contest.
Categories:
limbless, love,
Form:
Tanka
The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely a day
The trees shorn of foliage, the limbless torsos remained
To secure the safety of a VIP on a state visit
To a smog-laden metropolis, labouring hard to breathe
A few years back, we moved house to an oasis of green
But now, the storm of development is relentlessly closing in
Razing and levelling with electric saws and bull dozers
And a host of equipment used by modern day builders
Pile drivers mounted on rigs clump through the day
Unrelenting even at night, when the elusive foxes bay
Grieving in the darkness with plaintive howls
For a vanishing habitat where his endangered kin prowls
They have acquired fish farms and farmland
And even encroached on the protected wetlands
Which naturally dispose tons of city waste
In danger of destruction due to greed and haste
Truckloads of rubble are dumped every day
The pace is frenetic, even in sweltering May
Toiling hard for masters, who’ve deadlines to meet
And citizens to house, from whom votes they’ll seek
A haze of dust now covers construction sites
The pace doesn’t slacken here, even at nights
Construction materials arrive here daily by the truckloads
And given shape by workmen, as planned on drawing boards
What was once green cover and blue sky
Will be concrete monoliths, stretching up very high
With parking lots and asphalt streets
And billboards and neon signs, ready to be leased
No longer will fields of mustard flowers sway sinuously in spring
Nor ripe ears of golden corn bob gently in the wind
The sounds of frogs and crickets are a memory of the past
Songbirds have fled, deprived of their natural habitat
Slowly the memory of winter’s migratory birds will fade
Never again, the razed canopy of green, provide cooling shade
As I walk through my ravaged neighbourhood, I wonder why
Impotent rage pervades through me and I silently cry
Categories:
limbless, loss, nature, memory, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Blinded and limbless, I represent
the hundreds of thousands young men sent
to fight in another country’s war
on rough terrain never seen before.
Our country called and we asked not why
nor for whom we were going forth to die.
Death would be relief to the awful pain
of reliving the battles in mind again.
They all looked alike and we couldn’t know
just who was our ally and who the foe,
until we stepped on the hidden mine
or tripped on the detonating line.
The “Hueys” that came for the dead or dying
were shot down sometimes as they started flying.
Rescuers as brave, as they took to air,
as the weary soldiers they left out there.
You'll find us today in a VA hall
or dressed in a camouflage coverall,
living in cities that turn us away
as useless potheads, despised today.
Categories:
limbless, adventure, death, depression, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
Categories:
limbless, confusion, history, heart, heart,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I see them as the fleeting meteors,
entering our world, and just for us
against contrasting skies so we may know
of their desire not to intrude
but gift us with their greeting
and their love--to show us
that we all are one. Their lights
are ours; their mission, signaling;
their inspiration, a quixotic joy--
where sacrifice is ecstasy, and death
is life beyond the cruel reality
we understand.
Who has not caught sight of them?
Helen Keller knew them; those
deprived of intellect, as well.
The excitement of "aha!" is given
freely to the indigent, the limbless
and the lost. All humankind
are visited. And all the watchers
on the other side will smile with us.
True, it isn't always happy nor of cheer.
But always it is mindful of all time, our need
and all galactic scale.
Always, it emerges as
the burst of consciousness, then absorbed
within the whole--a faithful friend.
It is forever calling...
that subtle reminder that
there is no isolation measuring
all that is imagined,
or ascribed to the divine.
That there is enmity somewhere
is a thought well-entertained
by hopelessness,
the gospel creed of "no."
It is insight
with its gentle flashing in the night.
Soul-trained, it comes
from deep inside us,
as we stop and watch, and breathe
a new, refreshed humanity we carry
not so very far away,
and ready at our will.
~
Categories:
limbless, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Now, I won’t say I love you no more
-not like I could with a straight face before
I’ve already reached your rotten core
To those spaces no one cares to explore
Benefits far too lost to reap
Lie upon lie you add to your heap
Like a limbless horse, like a worthless creep
Them disasters don’t make a peep
No they show in your every strive
In every worm you deprive
You the baked potato—I’m the chive
The fallen bit—the stricken thrive
I ain’t so peach n’ cream no more,
I’ve a wile and a way to the floor
I’ve kept all your ashes in store
And your whinin’ is making me sore
Yeah in that hellhole, delving deep
I find your wayside fib too steep
Downward I’ll plummet—you’ll weep
As the Lord I pray my soul to keep
Your dirty heart, it’s like a pitfall dive
Down a fire of pity and false drive
Aching to pull those ghouls into your lie
Till they bury themselves alive
Categories:
limbless, absence, confidence, conflict, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
Unpunctuating ,
fear will slice the time,
and you will be a sitting duck
in the hands of brutal clock.
Drink, Apollo,
with round eyes and
limbless torso. He walks on
the curves, reciting mantras.
There was intrigue and blackmail
in return for not telling
the indiscretion of celibates.
A damp squib. There was lot
of hissing sound, but no
explosion. Procreatiom will
stop without fire.
Wants to return to pines.
The cones, the pricks and
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.
Satish Verma
Categories:
limbless, art,
Form:
ABC
big Yawn Productions presents
the daytime drama Living Therapeutically
as others live randomly or habitually
you'll need a supply of 3-D glasses
and I know just the guy
a trailer park Samuel Becket
cheeks rosy like Mr. Stalin
sitting atop the dustbin of history
a loafer researching activity
with plenty of typos under his airbrush
did we mention the amnesia
mind like a document shredder
but as the italicized print will indicate
Big Yawn will take you back to a time when
we used fact to be stupid with
we were trained and armed to the arm pits
for the great battle between
the grunting instincts of ownership
and the suicidal embrace of empaths
cadavers of man and animal everywhere
though the limbless victims of the empaths
were more carefully arranged in rows
we had to take sides to survive
galley slaves of the world unite
oh yeah you're already united
chained to your oars and all
well then don't let the trolley
to the asylum leave without you
the inmates are management again
I banged my cage door for an eternity
Tex Lester the cowboy yodeler
came to my rescue somewhat
Tex once played 8 ball with the Devil
had to let the Devil win of course
swear to God for what it's worth
municipal records will prove my case
they have been weaving the world together
for over a thousand murky generations
starting from the premise
that life is an unbridled miracle
yes logic is anti-coercive
or is it vice versa where are my bifocals
one tends to go in the direction he's looking
intention being a common denominator
of some influence
Samuel's DOA toe tag read
tried to die with a smile on his lips
left only a cartoon grimace
had it most of his life
so it was hard to tell
if he was actually dead
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
limbless, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse