Long Lipogram Poems

Long Lipogram Poems. Below are the most popular long Lipogram by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Lipogram poems by poem length and keyword.


Open the Borders

... Let's use our logic to determine  

       - - It's long overdue - - 
We need to open the borders
It's time for business to thrive once more
Tourism definitely experienced suffering enough

        - - Let's lobby for this - - 
Lots of people will be reunited with loved ones
Schools now functioning in full force
Simple shopping trips completed quickly

     - - Government, Get it done!! - - 
Trucks no longer need to pile up in queues by the border
Goods delivered more quickly to distributors
Citizens smoothly flowing from one county to the next

      - -  We're without much sense - - - 
To think the virus won't return in some dimension
Undoubtedly it will worm its hideous germ in further from here 
Possibility of complete suppression is ridiculous! 

     - - The cure is nigh, don't worry - - 
Together, our country will see brighter horizons 
Indeed, the entire World will see heightened benefits 
Of the sensible policy to reopen closed borders



         * *  'A'  Lipogram * * 
        


         27th August 2020


Premium Member Rain Today

Rain today I must say,                                                                                          the clouds look dark and gray.                                                                              Clouds up high as you lay,                                                                                    looking as if rain may stay.                                                                                     It must rain and not spray,                                                                                    for all must drink away.                                                                                          Sun no play,                                                                                                            I want a cool day.                                                                                                    No rain and it is doomsday,                                                                                    playing in the sandy dry clay.                                                                                Rain rain this way,                                                                                                  looking as if it is a bay. 


(Rhyme /Lipogram No “E”)                                                                                    Date Written: 7/11/2020                                                                                           Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest                                                                            Sponsored by: Emile Pinet                                                                                       Checked: https://www.rhymezone.com/
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member September Time

S eptember is for me

E leven cute flying bees

P ick the fruit from the big green tree

T he sunflowers need to flee

E verything to be free

M e I now need to pee

B e wise is the key

E ven if I sit with my brie

R unning little squirrels up the tree

 

 

T  he story is told to flee

I ce is coming let's ski

M onth of December will there be

E ven snow we must see

 


Date Written  8/27/2020   
Acrostic Rhyme                                                 
https://www.rhymezone.com/                                                                      (Acrostic/Lipogram No Letter "A")                                                                 "A" Lipogram Poetry Contest                                                                   Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Term of Birth - Lipogram sonnet

In the term of birth, fields begin to mend.
Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber,
Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end.
Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber.

Virgin trees rock gently in morning breeze,
yellow snowdrops greet tulips with bluebells.
Fresh flowers entice butterflies with bees,
seducing senses through hypnotic spells.

Sweet chorus of robins, trills through blue sky.
Their songs echo in golden morning hues.
Clouds hover in puffs of ivory dye.
Sun glows, inspiring my poetic muse.

Cherry blossoms look so perfect in pink
but their brief life, ponders the mind to think.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member I'd Find Nirvana

I'd find nirvana, if I could,
  on distant coast by lapping bay,
  far from all strain of daunting day.

Sustain no drama, as I should,
  an ataraxis of my mind
  that is a spot I'd wish to find.

If I ask you to join, you would
  find full placidity flows not
  from finding an idyllic spot.

Unlock this truth that long has stood:
  it's good to know tranquility,
  pursuing kind civility.

Concordant harmony is good;
  it's worth our diamonds and bankroll
  to own it in our inmost soul.

I'd find nirvana, if I could,
  sustain no drama, as I should.
    If I ask you to join, you would
      unlock this truth that long has stood:
        concordant harmony is good.

Lipogram
A lipogram is a composition from which the writer systematically omits a certain letter or letters of the alphabet (in this case, the letter 'e').

Constanza
Created by Soup's own Connie Marcum Wong, a Constanza consists of 3-line stanzas of 8-syllable lines, where the first lines of each stanza are monorhymed and combined to form the final stanza. The remaining lines of each stanza are rhymed couplets.
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Those Little Words

THOSE LITTLE WORDS

I don’t know why I spoke those words;
They seemed to come from nowhere.
She seemed surprised, of course she would,
We’d never sought to go there.

We’d lived next door since childhood,
Close, like brother with sister.
But, until the night in question, 
I’d never even kissed her.

The scene, our school reunion.
In the middle of July.
We didn’t go there together,
I don’t remember why.

But, when the evening ended,
With the lighting turned down low,
We found ourselves together
In the Viennese so slow

We were gliding, not too expertly,
Over the polished floor
When, out of the blue, it hit me,
The feeling I couldn’t ignore.

Body to body, cheek to cheek
Quite suddenly I knew.
I whispered quietly to her
Those three words, “I love you.”

4th September 2020
A Lipogram contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Falling, Falling


                           I catch a soft murmur,
          in my night hallucination;
  placid words and articulation of Mom,
               as if standing within my grasp.

                      I want this so much,
  I hold no angst, no horror or panic;
        my mind is ajar, and wildly staring,
            toward a ghost,
              a contour-   a shadow familiar;
       I so want my Mom.
 
   My vision murmurs, calm and still my darling,
       and I am falling, falling into a hush;
            to grasp this soft murmur,
        again, again and again . . . .

_______________________
July 13, 2020


Poetry/Lipogram/Verse/Falling, Falling
Copyright Protected,ID 20-1268-122-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France  


Written for the PREMIER contest, Lipogram
sponsor, Emile Pinet

Second Place
Form: Verse

Premium Member Omitting a Vowel

I kept passing up that contest, realizing its difficulty.
However, sometimes I do enjoy jumping into challenges,
but this one proved to be beyond and above mere difficulty.
After jumping into 'this river of cold water poetry', I was prepared
to hop out of those rapidly-flowing currents just as easily as I jumped in.                                                      

However, I reached a point of such uncharted waters that I decided                                                               
to master this feat of omitting the "O" vowel as if it never existed among
the 26 alphabets of the English language.  I wanted out, but pride kept me in.
I proceeded as cautiously as I possible could, and after 20 lines and repeated checks for the "O" vowel, I thought that I had achieved my goal.  So I submitted my poem to the contest, and after submitting it, I continued to check for any "O's" that I might have missed. 

I tell you, I never realized that my sighting for the "O" vowel was so impaired.  This is without doubt one of the most edited poems that I have ever written.  I think that I am "O"-vowel-free in that poem, but you can be sure that I will continue to check, hoping that all the "O's" have disappeared by the time the sponsor finishes.  Anyway, win or lose, I am a certain and proud winner in that Lipogram contest.  And another thing, ......

061121PS
Form: Verse

Artistic Night Sky

As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that rock and roll
Through gray-black, myriad dazzling stars so 
Idyllic, and artistically spilt sparkling stardust 
Charm the sky as if shiny pompoms and buttons;

Night sky lights up my gloomy mind:
In its artsy glory, I savour a tick of tranquil clock;
Glowing bright, stars and moon transmit rays of
Harmony. Aw! tiny drops of opals and diamonds
Thrown arbitrarily at pitch-dark canvas as if

Showcasing splash liquid art - so bright and brilliant;
Knitting a charcoal-black fabric of captivating stars and moon, 
Yay! our night sky is shining, inspiring my bardic pupils.

Date: 01/13/2023
Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Form: Acrostic

Beyond the Sun's Dominion

In fretful sleep I weightlessly drifted   
hours beyond the sun's cosmic dominion
where I perceived the entire world shifted
ten degrees off course, in my opinion

I glimpsed violet glimmers of twilight
while I seemed to be suspended in time
Clocks ticked in synchrony during the night
Whispered words were uttered in perfect rhyme

High flowed the tide of moonlight's procuring
as I wrestled the sheets for serenity of sleep
I tossed and turned, while tiresomely enduring
the unyielding baas and mehs of leaping sheep

I surrendered, then tumbled from my bed
with listless body. My eyes, bloodshot red



September 12, 2020
A Lipogram Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Form: Sonnet

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