Best Lipogram Poems
In the term of birth, fields begin to mend.
Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber,
Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end.
Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber.
Virgin trees rock gently in morning breeze,
yellow snowdrops greet tulips with bluebells.
Fresh flowers entice butterflies with bees,
seducing senses through hypnotic spells.
Sweet chorus of robins, trills through blue sky.
Their songs echo in golden morning hues.
Clouds hover in puffs of ivory dye.
Sun glows, inspiring my poetic muse.
Cherry blossoms look so perfect in pink
but their brief life, ponders the mind to think.
... Let's use our logic to determine
- - It's long overdue - -
We need to open the borders
It's time for business to thrive once more
Tourism definitely experienced suffering enough
- - Let's lobby for this - -
Lots of people will be reunited with loved ones
Schools now functioning in full force
Simple shopping trips completed quickly
- - Government, Get it done!! - -
Trucks no longer need to pile up in queues by the border
Goods delivered more quickly to distributors
Citizens smoothly flowing from one county to the next
- - We're without much sense - - -
To think the virus won't return in some dimension
Undoubtedly it will worm its hideous germ in further from here
Possibility of complete suppression is ridiculous!
- - The cure is nigh, don't worry - -
Together, our country will see brighter horizons
Indeed, the entire World will see heightened benefits
Of the sensible policy to reopen closed borders
* * 'A' Lipogram * *
27th August 2020
“A” less Museless Poem
(a lipogram)
How is to be without;
the use of my muse?
Will it be the bedrock
of future thoughts?
Would it be foreboding;
or be more-or-less just.
To shorten this penury;
of my written text.
I need thoughts to flow
from both hemispheres
to the mighty pen.
To be delivered upon
This folio of one sheet
Printed with electronic ink
referent to the book; no
criterion to the tome; no
The proto-dossier; yes
Of mine on going discovery
To plot and etch written
To-morrows upon this my
One sheet of electronic vellum; is
The conundrum to use only 24 letters;
Should be quite the simple feet.
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family
It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility
I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
I could feel the rhythm of my obscure
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise,
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind
You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded
You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically
you neglected our tryst,
don’t!
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold
I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking,
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time
Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle
in untruthfulness
You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down
I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?
Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge
Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?
Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible
with you here
i’m Completely
Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.
To write poems missing one vowel
I'm struggling, you should see me scowl
Nice sponsor Emile
Won't know how I feel
I’m tempted to throw in the towel!
I thought writing this would be fun
Though Emile’s contest I won’t shun
My words will not flow
Bonce is being slow
My muse whispers why don’t you run!
I’m sitting here on my blue stool
I’ve finished my poem, it’s cool
Now I must check my work
From this job I won't shirk
By following Emile’s vowel rule!
Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.
Grant me now, I'll pretend,
My hatred will blow to an end.
Ever since the time we met,
My loathing grew strong, I bet.
Don't advance near me, ever
The glare I bear here will lever,
That will throw thee to a distant,
Never to be, anyway persistent.
Farther away shall thee go
As I yell with a wrinkled brow,
Yet my heart shall cry in fear
Lest we lose the closeness, so clear.
I am almost getting over
Come nearer, let's see the changeover
I am a Q whose life will be vainly dark
If I am alone like in a lone park.
You may think that writing
is dysfunctional-
to script a thought not using
that sign of ABCs post-D.
This art that's built of words
is inspiration-bound;
finding worthy, optional picks
not sounding lordly.
It is most frustrating
to omit that sign-
manipulating, controlling
word forms in a satisfying way.
Committing to construction-
painfully choosing-
discarding- to find again-
class vocabulary to display.
A Lipogram can truly stump
a sharp, rhapsodic mind.
But, constancy can always win-
by solution found in kind.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Rules: Do Not Use The Letter E
Checked with PS Grammar
Rhyme Zone
In the kingdom of Pu’u ‘O’o,
domicile of Pélé
summits of molten stone
crowned with ginger blossoms, orchids, hibiscus,
the stone hips of the wells of fire were skirted with towering fronds;
the ground moved
with rhythmic steps,
Pélé’s Thunder drums.
Joy poured down the rock
red, yellow, glowing-gloss rolling like honey
over the edge of the cliff,
turning the surf, the tide, the brine into clouds.
Sept 12 2020
Contest A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Grief stricken, his eyes full of sighs,
The picture shows when the boy cries,
The sweet boy shows no touch of joy.
This is the story behind the destruction of this boy.
It is told his loved ones died in the fire.
Little boy from Oviedo is yet full of desire.
He is the street urchin so poor he only gets morsels he found.
He is known by Don Bonello, he does not utter one sound.
Pictures Luigi Toledo did of him.
In the series of seven children with lighting dim.
Over sixty pictures of children he produced.
Everyone to the public they were introduced.
Little boy crying is the most liked of them.
Hundreds of prints sold of this little gem.
Then suddenly Luigi’s studio, burned down.
Word soon flew, it got round town.
Every house which took the boy Don in, there were fires, not to be denied.
The Firefighter witnessed fourteen fires in houses, where the boy did reside.
The boy suspected of doing this crime.
He lived on the streets where the homeless spend time.
Fires did begin if his picture hung there. They chose him to spurn.
Homes destroyed but his picture did not burn.
Looking into it showed, every fire depicted, him not the culprit, definitely.
Broken electric plugs, insecure wiring, poorly tended cooking deemed to be.
The pictures were printed on fireproof protective fibers.
Firefighter lied, Sun news invented the story to get more subscribers
Much time went by, true sources implied.
The teen wrecked the vehicle he drove, burned, in the night he died.
So is the story of Don Bonello, there could be no joy.
This is the curse of the crying boy.
How can write a *ipogram
If I *eave out the "*"
Wrote a** night with a** my might
This things put me through he**
I *ooked a** through the a*fabet
Wondering where ,it had got
And stop between the K and M
When I noticed an empty spot
So now I know my on*y "*'
Is somewhere on the *oose
And If you see it runnin' round
Te** him, I'd *ike a truce
Te** him if he'** come back home
He'** be in a** my poetry
And I'** do what a** the others do
And just *eave out the "E"
by N/A
Keen to meet his pretty new girlfriend,
He put on his best expensive shirt,
He combed his long curls to recent trend,
Well ironed trousers, no speck of dirt!
Brushed perfect teeth to glistening white,
Tested smile on mirror for effect,
Hint of perfume, the blue tie just right,
Who would deny youngster so perfect!
Ushered into expensive hotel,
He slowly looked for his lovely friend,
Beside scented bouquet is his belle,
Smiling she greeted him to her end,
Dressed in crimson with embroidery,
If love could personify, she is it,
Her lips, her cheeks like some pink berry,
Glowing emotion in room dim lit!
God does not live in some unknown sphere,
Do not look for Him in church or books,
See God in the love of these two here,
Their joys, their kisses, their divine looks!
‘A’ Lipogram poetry’ contest
No letter ‘A‘
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Written 26/08/2020
Checked at howmanysyllables. com
(9 syllables except line 14 which has 10)
Rhyme words checked at rhymezone.com
It was so tough
Making this song
Without a bit of stuff
And composing it long.
Though it sounds plain
Know my hardship;
I dont want to abstain
So I'm straining my grip.
This is now fun
Now that I'm through
I will do it again
And try to win it too.
Although it's just
A dripping dam,
With a proud hand, i must
Sign my first lipogram.
22.01.2023
Submitted for 'Lipogram Poetry Contest'
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet