Best Wordless Poems
If I don't write, I'm doomed to die
and lie beneath a wordless sky
A silent corpse, unseen, unheard
alive yet dead- is that absurd?
If rhymes don't paint a rainbow hue
and lines don't tempt with taste of dew
If words can't clothe just what I feel
this thing called life must not be real
Without a dose of poetry
what will become of you and me?
Just members of the walking dead,
we march each one with empty head
A lifeless, joyless, hopeless mass
who try to make the hours pass
Without the ecstasy of rhyme
to be alive is just a crime
For life without the words I write
is dull and drear, like starless night
Like endless, tortured misery
is life without my poetry
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
wordless, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Seeking the solace in its voice
As it sings and serenades.
Intoxicating wordless sound
Carried along on air currents,
Transforms wind to song.
Mellow notes with breathless voice
Plays like a lovers embrace.
Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear.
Romancing my heart through song,
An alluring sound from the flute.
Categories:
wordless, baptism, beauty, love, music,
Form:
Free verse
I have this fear that beyond my years
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.
No money or fame do I proclaim
Nor legacies of great things I have done,
No battle scars or discovered stars
Or a trace of any race I’ve lost or won.
Like most of those whose time now holds
Their words and thoughts erased,
Confetti like into the skies
I fear that wordless fate.
The dying of the poet’s dream
Of living beyond oblivion,
For someone to read these words indeed
Would save this soul from carrion.
Only time will tell if letters spell
The end of all these phrases,
Mere scribbles now that may somehow
Be read on future pages.
© Terrell Martin, 01/05/2025
Categories:
wordless, introspection, poems, poets, write,
Form:
Rhyme
SONNET TO A WORDLESS BLIND GODDESS...
Happiness is a beautiful smiling word;
that soars the skies like a radiant black bird;
Culling ebony sheen downs from her sable breast,
to fluff and cushion the crib of her ever protective nest.
Murder and death are conjuring words too,
that stalk and steal your children away from you.
And though young bodies lay in the streets and on bloody ground---
like trees chopped down when no one is around, justice hears no sound.
The long arch of justice has been bent backwards to times of old;
the streets have replaced by the hanging trees, and the noose by a bullet hole.
We now understand the strange fruit stories of which the ancestors have always told;
for one by one, our little sheep are being "justifiably" culled from the extended family fold.
And while we should not and will not---substitute one tyranny for another,
we will and must strive to protect the seeded child of every black mother.
Categories:
wordless, allegory, america, black african
Form:
Sonnet
I love the way
your eyes lights up
whenever I enter the room,
I love the way
you smile at me
as if we're the only ones in the room,
I love the way
you speak to me
without saying a word...
A wordless conversation
between two souls
I feel your moods and you feel mine
even when we're miles apart
I'm done searching for
that special one
because in you I've found so
much more...
Categories:
wordless, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romancelove,
Form:
Light Verse
Wordless were his words
Yet deeply they pierced
Strongly but softly
Yet fragile and tough
Just like nothing I had known
He tilled and tilled
Until he built himself a throne
'Now who will crown me?'
He said
'No one will crown thee but me'
Came the voiceless voice
But the echoes lingered on
Until the words were enthroned
And the throne made the words whole.
Categories:
wordless, angel, appreciation, art, best
Form:
Chant Royal
Here I am wordless again
with pages left unwritten
still void of the stories end
straining for a sound no ear can listen
It's not that I have no choice
for every chapter has a dawn
an optimist, I find my voice
yet my tongue gets lost in the writers wrong
A line out of place
a paragraph unfitting
when the substance of words
still come up missing
Tide of life you rise like a mighty sea
crashing your waves in a rhythm
nearly crushing me
but for my pen, a stories musician
Rewriting the lyrics time and again
yet the melody is constant
as stars which have fallen
yet the sky is not condemned
For heaven still is heaven
and Saturn is not gone though it loses it's ring
be it peculiar without question
becomes a storehouse if only remembered things
Lose what we lose and give what we may give
we are still the same.
The picture changes over time,
yet our melody is etched in the frame.
And yet the words stay locked behind
the door of patience ordered by time
A story held a wordless wonder
I hold only my key sung in rhyme
Let me not be reckless of my words and my worlds
for the sake of a stories end that ought
be not just a song but a symphonic pearl
a heaven that can never be lost
Categories:
wordless, analogy, future, journey, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Wordless Prayer:
On a lonely corner of a busy street,
Woman dressed in rags stares at her feet.
Hands clasped together for simple pleas,
Begging for help to heal the hurt she feels.
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Empty arms where once a baby she held,
Heartfelt reminders still burning inside.
Touching his face and kissing his feet,
Holding him close to comfort his needs.
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The nights were long the dark unkind,
No friendly hand to support and guide.
The streets were busy and people cruel,
For this lonely soul and their battle to rule.
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Wide empty eyes stare into the night,
A wordless prayer for help to heal the aching inside
Food was gone and no money to borrow,
Hopeless mind drowning in sorrow.
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Holding her treasure with pride in her heart,
Stars in the heavens shone bright with their light.
When the baby`s cries died in the night,
The stars disappeared far from her sight.
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Her angel is gone, her heart in defeat
Only her memories leading her feet
The days were hard her prayers brief,
Desolate thoughts trapped in her grief.
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Wrinkles on her face, caused by the years
Two empty hands drying her tears.
A lonely soul filled with sorrow.
Broken heart, praying for no tomorrow.
Categories:
wordless, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There are days
When words do not
Come out to play
There are nights
When sighs do not
Tell a story
Today is such
A wordless day
When voice fails
I sit with me
Feel blur empty space
Mental fatigue drowns
I try to squeeze
A simple line from blank
Nothing comes out
There are sure times
When voice feels full
Today feels empty
Patiently I wait
For surge of rhyme
No words come
Even impulse
Sounds no alarm
No word refrain
Then I squeeze
Lines without rhymes
String blank verse
Make sense
Of empty lines
Blur, empty, nothing
Leon Enriquez
15 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
wordless, betrayal, irony,
Form:
Blank verse
Gone with the wordless wind.
Confined by the source of the mind.
A world that found punter ways.
Is an abyss full of yesterdays.
A permanent resident of the rock.
Where variety becomes a roadblock.
An aesthetic view is a mark of quality.
Or am I the only one who has curiosity?
Written: May 14, 2023
Categories:
wordless, analogy, appreciation, change, engagement,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
wordless, weather,
Form:
Imagism
I am
lost for words
of worth to say
for they are deep within~~
my heart.
*The reason some seldom talk.
Date: 05/25/2019
Categories:
wordless, allegory, character, deep, friendship
Form:
Cinqku
These Words Are Not Mine
They Are Borrowed,
Like Everything
On This Journey.
Still… They Penetrate.
As A Knife Through Soft Skin
Touch My Heart Like
Water Laid Upon A Stone.
Press Firmly To Me
With A Forged Heat
Scatter My Feelings
In A Power Of Hurricanes
Until I Recognize Myself
Being Changed Forever
Like The First Time
I Touched Your Lips
Wordless, Breathless,
Lost.
Categories:
wordless, change, emotions, feelings, first
Form:
Free verse
Wordless
This wordless poem that I must write
Hold my final words until the end
Find and pervert the answers
To questions I did not intend
If I cannot see you
Do you remain unseen?
The frost of inner darkness
Stitches in my lips loosening
This wordless poem I must write
You must never wear the blame
Something always left to learn
I will wear this mask of shame
Stephen (Stoic)
Categories:
wordless, introspection, on writing and
Form:
Quatrain
Categories:
wordless, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Concrete