Best Sapless Poems


Premium Member Graveyard of Poets

There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel a quivering in the flames
beneath these gusts that prevail through inaudible voices falling
winded in the distance where these shadows walk between us
I feel discernment in memories as these bony fingers reach out
my heart shudders beneath the orchestra of night as it beckons
a samba from the angel of death as it spans its wings before me
I shiver breathless in its cold as the flames grow dimmer
yet this time love, I fear for you as dissolution ascends above me

Muddled mind ventures through vivid vales of scepticism.
Slowly subsiding to my knees under the shadow of moonlight,
crows gathers as helpless hands clench decomposing soil.
Sapless lips gasp for oxygen, shivering in illusory mistiness.
Death's harbinger stands before me, an uninvited hooded eclipse,
holding me prisoner, strangling my soul with naked tree tendrils.
In silent steps he walks towards me, I have no will left to fight.
He has no mercy, content on me kissing the mouth of the earth.
Words hidden behind metaphors, surface upon shores of regret,
flashbacks are like daggers, reminders of unspoken, unwritten words.
My love mourn for me not, as I fall into the graveyards of poets,
in death we still connect, as my words will always live through you.

Silent One collaboration with Sandra Adams
13 October 2019
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Graveyard of Poets

There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort is there, yet I feel a quivering in the flames
beneath these gusts that prevail through inaudible voices falling
winded in the distance where these shadows walk between us
I feel discernment in memories as these bony fingers reach out
my heart shudders beneath the orchestra of night as it beckons
a samba from the angel of death as it spans its wings before me
I shiver breathless in its cold as the flames grow dimmer
yet this time love, I fear for you as dissolution ascends above me

Muddled mind ventures through vivid vales of scepticism.
Slowly subsiding to my knees under the shadow of moonlight,
crows gathers as helpless hands clench decomposing soil.
Sapless lips gasp for oxygen, shivering in illusory mistiness.
Death's harbinger stands before me, an uninvited hooded eclipse,
holding me prisoner, strangling my soul with naked tree tendrils.
In silent steps he walks towards me, I have no will left to fight.
He has no mercy, content on me kissing the mouth of the earth.
Words hidden behind metaphors, surface upon shores of regret,
flashbacks are like daggers, reminders of unspoken, unwritten words.
My love mourn for me not, as I fall into the graveyards of poets,
in death we still connect, as my words will always live through you.

A Collaboration with Silent One~

Premium Member Current Events

Current Events


Frozen pants dance stiffly
to the mad beat of sapless
drumsticks choreographed
by a wicked whimsy of the
winds baton.  Birds cling
tightly knowing that if the
gale subsides for but a moment
they will fall over, be blown
like feathered fur balls on
lone unchartered trips.  Cats
hiss in meek response to
whistling whine of wind’s
failed grasping at the trees.
Children pick up speed as
parents chase them through
the cyclones of debris
quick swept by nature’s
crazed custodian.  Hats,
hang glide in mocking
merriment above the tousled
heads of their former captors.
Skirts balloon Monroe like,
fashion’s flair taking on airs.
Trash can  covers play Frisbee,
as barrels beat steel drum staccato.
This wind, this rush of Winter
clearing the table, cleansing its palate,
preparing us for the next course.


John G. Lawless
1/25/2014


Darling

as I sit here sapless most unable to see
my memory recalls one who truly loves me 
your fragrant rose I press in this page 
The crackling of stem overtaken by age 

our bodies trembled on cold winter's night
as you covered my lips in naked moonlight
how shall I live when my true love's gone
but through a dead rose moonlight lives on 

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Judy Konos
9/15/15
Mixed Senses
Evening
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Return of Emerald Dream

The summer sun sucked the simmering sky desert dry,
clumps of grey cloud spawned by the moist horizon,
torn in thwarted winds of failed storm they tried to fly. 
The clusters desiccated except for a pained lone one.

In the course of scorched and sad sail it could save
for the aborted summer storm a swelling tear drop.
The squall decimated and seared in the heat wave,
the molten grief dripped morphing into a raindrop.

At the edge of the wasteland a solitary tree grieved,
the parched foliage drooped, rains didn’t hear its call.
Still holding hope on the slim stem an upright leave
found on its wilted and sapless face a raindrop fall.

In the summer sky the adrift and saddened lone cloud
didn’t whimper as under the sun it felt its future burn 
for quenching the thirst of a dying leaf it was proud.
Waned life saw in tear raindrop emerald dream return.

November 18, 2018

A Society of Brilliant Ignorance

Immorality conquered the mind of youth
Devil in disguise they called it fun
God's word and devotees consider boring 
Motivation from insanity
A generation living on the knife-edge of reality and a twisted fantasy 
Choosing visionless minds their leaders

Brainwashed by a society of advertent incorrectness 
*********** an entertainment for teenagers 
Prison the home of future leaders 
Drug abuse and illicit sex the prerequisite for street credibility 
Talents and creative minds extinct by narcotic 
Non-inspirational music of crime and violence surmount the beauty of poetry 

Curse by Freedom and Human Rights 
Immorality conveyed the acme of youthfulness 
Invading and subjugating the moralization creed
Hopeful voices of effulgence nonviable
Gone is the doctrine of life
Terrorism a religion and sapless words an ism
Where are the minds of enlightenment

A sad day for mother Earth 
Her most precious jade gone rogue
There's no safety in her sphere
Animal species on the brink of defunctness 
Great invention (nuclear weapons) made for the human race 
God's creation happily worship idols
Life a prison
Typification of the devil like a threads in a suit


Premium Member Teeming Angels

Please, Storm!
Let the children live!
Give milk to the sapless breast.
The desert spreads a spill so dry 
it stretches wider wings of death.
Lightening shocks our eyes.
Thunder’s anger bolts.
Angels weep their own relief 
relieving tiny throats.

May 2, 2016
for EVEN THE ANGELS WEPT - Poetry Contest
sponsor: John Lawless

Revenge

Vast skies, the tiny drop’s soul now ascending
Dying, to heaven helplessly heading
On the ground,a corps, dried, into vapor turning.
Hard-hearted heat, its flesh mercilessly still biting.

A condoling cloud the driblet’s life saving
Caring,on its back with compassion carrying
Fleshier, stouter ,stronger everyday growing
Looking down revenge on earthlings swearing.

The driblet, now a monstrous Armada proudly  admiring
Ruthless mercenaries from all lands continuously levying
A rumbling cloud to the battlefield majestically riding
Over the village endlessly roaming, the enemy feverishly skulking.

Thick icy  mist from above came down swirling
To their nests alarmed birds hurriedly sending
Silence the defenceless, scared village invading
Dribs in thundering rage down their whole selves hurling

Roads, paths, streams every means taking
To the big river in floods ,All hankering
There, the driblet its pongos eagerly waiting
A demonic, resentful revenge that night caballing

Into a cruel monster, the river now swelling
Silently around the village sneaking
Leaves in trees rustling, doors suddenly creaking
The bugle then reached the villager’s hearing

Dayspring, cadaverous,pale faces in icy waters wading.
Behind , carrion, felled homes  leaving.
Cherubs in shivering, sapless hands carrying.
Warmth, a dry offered hand seeking.

Possession of Love

1.Can love be constrained?
lover’s tears reveal.	
2.Love-less live selfish but
loving men generous.
3.Fruit of body and
soul is love.
4.Love sprouts longing which
metamorphoses lovely friendship
5.Ecstasy of kind-hearted is
reward of love.
6.For ignorants love, charity
but for gallants?
7.As sun burns worms
charity harms loveless
8.Loveless life as sapless-trees
grow in desert.
9.What use lovely outlook
if loveless soul?
10Life means love, rest 
skin covered skeleton
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetry.com on 7-12-13

Head Trip

Money name fame 
take it all 
and buy me peace 
save me from my fall 
I ran on easy street 
like a deranged man 
but when i looked back 
chilling winter wind palpitated my heart 
Some are born with silver spoon 
i arrived with a wounded fate 
and i ride success hill by a crazy train 
but this eclat will fade to black 
Sometimes i fall in love 
but everytime i endure pain 
yet i want to burn in this sweet flame 
like a sapless man in the rain. 
People love me, people hate me 
i do not care much 
once fell from you 
oh' tree , fruit is not yours. 
Where do i go now 
i have house but not a home 
my dream castle is falling 
and affinities are burning to coal 
Now i am sitting here 
with corrupt heart and rusted mind 
dark lord is devouring my soul 
i do not wish to live anymore. 
This worriment is not only mine 
masses are suffering 
dwelling in the land of commotion 
waiting for cessation, asking the solution. 
                           The answer is 
Life is beautiful, ocean is more blue 
trees are greener and beauties are true 
love is so real, so is harmony and peace 
you can feel it if heart is open and vision is not blur.

Premium Member Bid On My Love

Bid on my love



  

Sobs sapless fragment of my thirsty soul,
as cravings of illusive heart condense to mole,

Intense passion inked into scroll of trust,
Bid on my love first to later escape disgust !




Written Dec 4th, 2015
For contest by Tammy Reams

Awarded HM

The Fragrance Blest

Lotus, whose sapless roots 
Deep in stream’s muddy soul,
When lost the mossy bond below
Is turned gray in deeper gloom.
Her mate the light of all that live,
In pain he sinks in golden waves,
And the verge of seas are found
Billowing clouds that wailing loud.
Life is but a sweet  and snappy  scent
That keeps the pulpy mass in place
On frames of bones big and small,
Veins, sinews, marrows in tones. 
When is lost that fragrance blest
We are, but a fetid maggots’ feast.

Longtime Longing

the street curves away from my window
three white parallels of traffic windrows
shivering in almost invisibly falling snow
the tightly clenched rhododendron fingers
show temperature as well as any mercuric expansion
leafless sapless twiggy limbs hold fat puffed snowbirds
as the pale white sky surrounds their flickering tails
the startling piece of lonely color
a bright red fire hydrant  wears it's london bobby helmut
of cheery yellow almost hidden in the colorless roadside shrub
but too loud to be ignored
how far have we gone from orkney seastead warmth
five thousand years of seeking peace
before it finds us

Loss For Words

My words fall down and skitter around
  like leaves from an autumn tree,
    dry and crinkly.
                   Sapless.
                   Lifeless.
Vestiges of prouder times
  when language used to speak my mind.

Premium Member She Would Reinvent and Fix Him

He was a sapless namby-pamby
but my cousin loved the idea that he was a blank canvas
She had taken other canvases and turned them into Pollocks and Rembrandts
Or so she thought…..

She would paint him in vibrant colors.
She would use a variety of her carefully honed and tested techniques
She bought a bunch of new brushes and paints.
Ready to begin her creation!

She spent years and years
Perfecting her craft, only it did not comply as she had surmised it should.
She spent all that time trying to change a rabbit into the Easter Bunny.

He finally hopped away.
Showing spunkiness and spirit
for the first time since they met.
Not to be outdone, she took the credit for it.

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