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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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reflections become obsessions
self - within/without
times this by three
self - over exposed

forever there, inside the sphere
etched into being
lucidity or fluidity
obscured/mirrored

tension felt cognitively 
eyes meet eyes
seen yet unseen
third eye sees nothing

yin diminishes yin
three becomes six
six becomes nine
nine becomes twelve

nothing more to see
though I look directly
into my own...

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... 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

      ...

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“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...

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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...

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Although I daily fall into a rut,
I thank my God for all that is a gift.
You could grow sad and down with crying but
this world is full of many things that lift.

Look at a joyful tiny child at play
or just stand still and watch our...

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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...

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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...

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