Best Stringless Poems

POETS

Seems we be a restless,
often rootless, band
we poets.
Annuals
bursting forth
in fullness
only to fade,
blown away
on fickle winds.
Stringless kites
anchored
in the ethereal.
Voices adrift
on the mind’s
muse.
Tumbleweeds
in torment
pursued
by the winds
of our...

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where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul

koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress

words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes

geisha...

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To love with a smile is real skill,
that in you I do most admire,
I see devotion your face fill,
and your eyes shine with love’s fire!

warmth...

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within my mind like stringless mimes
reside the voices of discontent
discussing in their troubled tones
the conundrum of implied intent

“I’ll say this”, and “he’ll say that”
“she’ll do...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain...

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In her layette, she looked fair.
‘Nimisha’, the parents called her.
When aged five, the polio plucked
the strings that her legs moved.
As a stringless violin, her legs...

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The small antique shop beckons to me as if calling my name
I hurry to enter with great anticipation
The chime above the door provides an eerie...

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New Year

Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
the seconds, minutes, hours and days all draw
empty boxes, lists inked on paper white,
promises of plans I made,...

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i wish i may i wish i might
kiss upon a star tonight
meet a girl who does it right
feel super with no kryptonite
healthy like a vegemite
she...

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A Bikol Poem Written by Melton Balicano

Malayug an wara pisi na gulandrina
Para hulugan kita pampadulom na liwanag.

Sa mga gab-i na ini masiyak an pugol na...

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Once we were in the mother's lap,
We used to smile our legs up.
The mother used to treat us kissing our feet,
The lap's of our mom...

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Heaven knows why you wish to hear anger and misdirected blame
tossed toward you on the ether by unknown souls, what a shame ..
You are misguided,...

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Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on...

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On a Los Angeles street - play it brother, ladle it on black delirium
         A wind blows...

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Haiku 2/2/2018

attuned to itself
reveling in dustdreams
a stringless violin


John G. Lawless
©2/2/2018...

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