Best Sapless Poems
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 t......
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Categories:
sapless, analogy, death, lost,
Form:
Free verse
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 te......
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Categories:
sapless, death,
Form:
Free verse
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 ......
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Categories:
sapless, bullying, winter,
Form:
Blank verse
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 w......
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Categories:
sapless, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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......
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Categories:
sapless, analogy, angst, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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 ......
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Categories:
sapless, people,
Form:
Narrative
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.
......
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Categories:
sapless, cry, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
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 con......
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Categories:
sapless, inspirationalriver,
Form:
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 friendsh......
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Categories:
sapless, life,
Form:
Couplet
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 es......
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Categories:
sapless, true love, trust,
Form:
Couplet
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,
An......
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Categories:
sapless, life, nature, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Sonnet
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 an......
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Categories:
sapless, history, introspection,
Form:
Bio
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 bor......
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Categories:
sapless, emotions, feelings, grief, imagery,
Form:
Verse
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 ......
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Categories:
sapless, blue, depression, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Late February...A small path
stippled with the print
of wind slurries,
it runs along a snowy edge,
scrub-oak nails down
tilting stumps of ice.
How old must the year become
before a cockled bark
sheds......
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Categories:
sapless, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse