Fleshless Poems | Examples

Inspiration

Ten Lines from Ten Poems 12/26/24
Poems used  1)Most Beautiful Christmas Poem 2)Who Am I?; 3)Keeper of the Flame; 4)Dreams within Dreams; 5)Love's Sonnet; 6)Moonlight on Meadows; 7)Yellow; 8)Gracious Grace; 9)Summer Quatrains; 10)At One With

Inspiration

Through the breathless comma of anticipation
I search for words that yearn to walk
A smokeless incense of inspiration arises
Pulled back from fleshless graveyards of bleak

Pale dawn stumbles from midnight to forget,
Splashing auroras of platinum mist
Breathing fireflies into tombs of musky indigos -
Endless effervescence of grace.

Silk ribbons of ice melt into wellsprings
Present tense of the divine dawn.

Bone Beach

Bone Beach 10-19-24 
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Bone Beach

Over barren beachheads,
Where ephemeral waves roil,
Shattered tides
Wonder of life left behind
In empty wombs that once bore pearls.

A cemetery of fleshless carrions remains
In bleached bone
To build conundrums of calcium,
Birthed in youthful rings,
In relics of festive gluttony
Without tombstones.

Abandoned
Sanctuaries, exposed,
Burn like bare flesh
From raw rays of solar outrage.

Expectant chrysalis of spiral greyness,
Chilled in the journey of cochlear moons,
Builds upon a barren shell a welcoming host
For renewal rising from churning waves - 
A symbol of resurrection from stone sands.

New life grows bones 
In grey dreams
On cast-aways.

In a World where I do not Exist

In a world where I do not exist, poetry lies.
My progeny disappears - there are no words.
Exists not a pair of green eyes, only the wind sighs
at that particular point when angels are birds.

In a world where I do not exist, air is arms,
fleshless, without compassion, unfelt. Steam
enfolds those I’d have esteemed with my coat of arms.
I’d be nobody at all, not even a forlorn dream.

In a world where I do not exist, I do not serve.
There is only one me with my speciality.
The sick, dying, those crying, get not what they deserve.
This time and place features an abnormality.

In a world where I do not exist, even my ancestors
are forgotten. Who exists to remember their stories?
How is their time filled, those honeymoon trimesters?
My name, my soul, my spot has naught its glories.

Has my husband found another honey or died?
In a world where I do not exist, can my soulmate strut?
Perhaps and rightly so, he believes that poetry lied.
Alone, forgotten, divorced, devoid of he knows not what?

The old mountain

The wind once whispered,
Some old secret at my toes,
As I danced beyond a human peep,
Inside the dew drop of a rose,
Climbing like that softly,
With a head that wanted home,
And a heart that spoke in rhythm,
Of a time when earth was bone,
The melon sun quenched me
Rising fleshless through the breeze,
As a hundred trumpets bent the limbs
Of a billion frightened trees,
Behold, 
I've past here to frequent the natural book,
Where blood is written on the skin,
And no solemn eye can look.
I'm home father, 
Come and see,
I'll show you once my only face,
And I'll leave the old mountain crumble,
Past time,
Past voice,
Past space.

Haunted Path

Spooky Halloween Rhyme 8-16 Lines 10-19-23
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Haunted Path

Ebony mists disguise a windswept path,
Unseen fingers rustle decaying leaves
Fleshless moans shroud the vanishing footpath 
Vertigos of terror without reprieve.

Shadows breathe in a rising rancid breath,
Footsteps crunch like brittle bones in flight
As fleshless hands stir boiling shibboleth,
Dry thunder flashes through this hallowed night. 

Bewitched tree roots entangle fleeing feet
Chains of lightning rumble in ragged streams 
Free falling into depths of darkness’ heat
Like rusty hinges severed curses scream 

Trapped in cloaks of silence so eerie -
Entombed in crypts of muteness, manic -
Dim veils, confusion, cast spells so dreary
Path lost in webs edged in spooky panic.

Self-Existent Light

Self-Existent Light

Beyond the sight of imagination,
 Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar 
Glory and splendor collide,
 Pure sinew of sublimity
  Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.

No vacuum!
 No space for ebony!
  No consummation!
   No cradle!
  .
Divine edgeless clarity
 Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
 Wholeness illuminated,
   Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery 
 Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
 Eternally coupled fission and fusion.

Fleshless eternal incandescence
 Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
 Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
 Of always, 
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.

Pure light
 Pure love
  Pure font
   Undimmed Eternal   

6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor:  Unseeking Seeker

Spirit Stirrers

Aroused within me
Re-awoke as 'twere
Fine senses, fleshless ones.
Make one feel deeper.

All of you lovelies
Honourably blest
Hovered round, so rained upon
Tearily know this.
Blushing, for amaryllis.
More abashed, dearest!

When Birds Sing Sweetly,

When birds sing sweetly , 


bright notes fall on deaf ears.

My sightless sockets
no longer watch the setting sun descend 
in orange splendour
behind purple hills.
My fleshless limbs reach, suspended 
in un-returned embrace,
and hope sleeps in earth’s damp bed.

I once walked in your place, above,
treading soft amongst the stones,
my mind fixed firmly on the stars;
warm wind stroked my face,
framed by a pale blue sky.

I gave no thought to those below;
long chains of lives laid out in rows.
I brushed aside insistent whispers,
growing louder year on year;
Time’s breath at my back,
closing in an ever-shortening shadow.

I am so close I could call out to you-
stretch up to grasp your ankles as you pass;
but my soundless cries are impotent 
as dust on stone
scattered by the merest breath of air;
all thoughts dissolved
in earth, 
and flesh to grass.

Skeleton

Thin Kin
by Michael R. Burch

Skeleton!
Tell us what you lack...
the ability to love,
your flesh so slack?

Will we frighten you,
grown as pale & unsound...
when we also haunt
the unhallowed ground?

Keywords/Tags: Halloween, skeleton, body, corpse, corruption, death, dark, darkness, grave, graveyard, unhallowed, ground, pale, haunt, haunting, thin, kin, frighten, frightening, scary, horror, terror, slack, flesh, fleshless, bone, bony, unsound, haunting, autumn, fall, October

Impromptu

scared
stared
to long
in the mirror of what was supposed to be
me

then
when
looking
under the beard and fleshless smile
me

but my eyes passed
the casting  gaze
glazed by bright
smiles dimmed
me

i saw you
you saw me
further study will enlighten and align me
to no longer be
me but us

Subjects

From my bathroom throne
		I overlook heads of trees
		men for all seasons
		who sway and still
		like felt and feathered burghers
		dependent on his lordship’s
		words.

		In glowering times
		they cloak themselves in mist,
		hiding like fleshless nerves
		from courts and kings
		and the kings’ best choristers
		the birds.

Came the Knock Upon My Door

'Twas the night of hallows eve
Outside I heard screaming,
Children were trick or treating,
They were happy halloweening.

Came the knock upon my door
Loudly, it rapped twice.
Sweets in hand I opened it,
To be greeted by a scythe.

A grim reaper, I said "I love it
Your costume's such a blast,"
A voice said "fool, I come for you
For tonight you breathe your last."

Laughing I cried " brilliant!
Your voice is scary too,
Hold out your goody bag
For I have treats for you."

He reached out a fleshless hand
I smelt his fetid breath,
This was no trick or treat,
In his eyes, I saw death.



Entry for
Halloween Night Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
21/10/18

The Orphan and the Whale

Of the rescued orphan was the last he wrote;
twas a very fine end, till he boarded his boat.
Relishing in triumph of a tale well told,
he set out for some fishing in the salty cold.
Through coastal fog to the open sea;
of the hellish nightmare he rowed free.
His euphoria tho, would be cut short.
He was taking on water and miles from port.
A garish screeching as the sun was blocked;
a cloud if seagulls swooped and mocked.
He knew in an instant what this meant.
The devil was close; it had caught his scent.
Déjà vu as his craft was sinking;
of the hellish nightmare he was thinking.
Then to his dispair, the tiny boat was gone;
just he and the devil on the barren sea alone.
Then it lifted him up for one last ride;
Ahab's bones still lashed to its side.
Plunged to the abiss where the Pequod lay;
a phantom crew lommed waiting for this day.
The crew complete, they could sail once again;
a ghost ship manned by fleshless men.
And there the devil where it would forever be;
just ahead of the Pequod on the mystic sea.
The tale never ends for the orphan and the whale,
but could never be written by Ishmael.

Earth At Night

A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks chased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover, 
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a straylover,
Rustling forests fanned their chastity, into earth’s soothed solitude,
Only courting birds would through the soulful stillness intrude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance
The night, suitor clad by fleeting flirtations of splashing romance,
Demulcent breaths of pulsating night, inducing like zephyrs opiate,
Fleshless caresses of moistless touch, evoked tranquility tunefully satiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty astral,
Earth at night, an idyllic paradisiac mirror, of vistas ephemeral.

© Maverick Nyambu

A Shining Soul

sipping early morning dew
tasting emotions
as feelings brew
drawing behind 
the eyes
a star gleaming
magically shooting arrows
Cupid's every wish

inside enchanting beautiful 
sparkling  a soul
golden delicious
dancing fleshless
magic floating purity
warms the heart 
of dreams

treasure of all treasures
inside the deepest cavern
this place reserved
in crowning 
a jewel
one dream princess
more than a fairytale

you came from the stars
lighting up darkness
who gave a heart wings
one shining beauty
who became 
my angel
loves light
embraced deeply
sighs within

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