Short Sapped Poems
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With our soul’s valleys
watered with God’s wet spirit,
and his healing love,
be as trees of divine sap
sagely rooted in his work:-
Written: October 18, 2023
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Oh, what joy to be embraced after a sapped day, to hear all is well!
I clung, yes, clung
To that alien stupor
Sapped that suave subastral quintessence
That makes us
Cry…
And seldom
Laugh.
And I woke up
Rabid
As familiars quirked:
“He will bite them,
these racists!”
Crinkling hands, outstretching for last comfort
Rusty speckles, sentience all soaked up
Trunk limbs sapped veins on close up
Scented leaves bow before court
Autumn curtain falls, a seasonal sport
The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive,
never wavers a moment to lacerate
the endangered dormant psyche unwary.
Contrived by passion dream of pale possession,
sapped by nascent sunrays curtain pores suck in.
Restful to the eyes.
More peace, lends the heart.
Old track, lead on!
To those realms of gold
Dusk's place. Down-shone.
I do not glare at
Each child, spurts counter
To my sapped need.
See myself! And oh
Hear. Hungered speed!
Joy like a hot springs geyser
Springs from deep in my soul
Love like billows over me rolls
Eternal joy that in time grows
Life tries to close the geyser cap
Sometimes energy is sapped
But the joy renews and bubbles
From its deep abode to overflow
Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!
Written: August 6, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Checked by HMS.COM: 7/7/7/5
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By those amber depths I'm bound,
Crimson sparks on gauzy ground,
Phoenix-wheel sings in my blood—
Sapped, I turn to night.
You could afford a refurbished pink bathroom
yet you had a frayed t shirt
you sapped your Bitter
and had mechanical 70s Whispers
like your clock building,
But I'm interested in your mind
I am quite listenable
I want to share your Thunderbird wine
and be sanguinely addressed by you
So gross is the scene
Scattered tears of bleeding heart
Heart stabbed and deceived
My strength of bearing pain,sapped
Lurking in oblivion
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Empty handed life
Drags me on a fiery path
Smiles snatched from the face
Destiny showed no mercy
Engulfed me in a dark shroud
for PD's contest
This is a poetic response to Colin Mitchell Williams's poem, Broken Back.
The opiate for the
Mass.
A promised rebirth
Sapped the
Life
Breath
From
Beggars and Kings alike.
She died once again
And will
Continue
Dying
Death
No fiend
Romanticism,
Ibuprofen for
Broken
Backs
Bewitched by Madonna assay to last
The grief once felt was hard to past
And drew her innocence with tone
To never leave a sights inside frawn
For an art no similar exist, will never
Leonardo have loved a prise not any
Hied he to win her, petals never late
Love then sapped his past long greif
Manifested art hence in every belief
I am locked out.
My hope is in a cage, no doubt.
My family is trapped.
On the other end of the phone, their energy sapped.
As I turn down that hall.
Filled with zombies, they stumble and fall.
My memories redacted.
Because of how I reacted.
To being turned to a teardrop.
That falls from my mother’s face onto the blacktop.
Like prayers adrift
In candles’ glow,
Our whispers rise,
In reverent tones:
Soft coos of love
And futures guessed,
A treacly void
Of nightfall words
While, sapped, you lie
With weary face,
Our newborn son
Upon your breast—
Hush, you whisper …
He sleeps.
November 17, 2017
Whisper Sweet Nothings Poetry Contest
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor
I walked three miles this afternoon;
My energy was sapped.
As soon as I got home, I crashed
And hit the bed and napped.
Though not a napper normally
(Its virtues leave me cold),
Today I couldn’t help succumb,
A sign of getting old.
Where once I’d walk for endless blocks
With energy to spare,
I tap into that reservoir,
But nothing’s waiting there.
Sweat-drenched heat victims crank up the AC’s.
Temperate weather has bid us adieu.
Energy is sapped; for some, optimism grows dim.
Alleviation follows the occasional rainstorm.
Many rely on swimming pools for brief respite.
Yesterday was hot; today will be a record-breaker.
Youngsters scrutinize upward at the moon
Convey a ray of hope to your sapped soul
Shades stalk a dim ear and doubt lingers soon
Youngsters scrutinize upward at the moon
You're curls and whimsy even weeping croon
Sweet ones, you aspire to be a bright pole
Youngsters scrutinize upward at the moon
Convey a ray of hope to your sapped soul
Written: April 27, 2023
Now your crown lays broken
And your scepter duly snapped
Your feet so fleet now leaden
Your might of arm too, sapped.
Yet cling you to times due passed
And vainly hope for morrow bright
Your paltry breath would scarcely last
Sustained you still your burning pride
So quick to kneel and grind your head
To dust, so rightly blithe
Your noble soul demands be fed
Its wretched lust for life.
Deeper
I felt the deathly depths cower over me and I suddenly turned mad
The curtains hung darker now and the clouds looked grey and drab
This feeling made me think of loneliness and loneliness was oh so very sad
The emotions sapped me like the Sun sweating me till there was droplets streaming down my back
This is the time of nothing and the blackness is deeper than the deepest colour black.
Form:
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Life-sapped,
in late afternoon heat,
felt and dried straw-tongue
emancipates from dehydration
slurping on the creamy smooth
Plush richness of fuchsia dome
Lush in blushing strawberries
Elevated hydration soothes
Added coolness so sweet
Served in a crispy dish
Upon the taste buds
Races life anew
Exquisite vice
Stimulating
Ice cream
!!!!!
6/29/2022
The weeping canvas
drips it's wordings
o'er the upturned chins
of the thinning mind.
A diet;
not of health
but of nutritional void;
sapped of logic and heart,
to warp priorities
and starve it's principles.
Where a mass of ignorance
and complacency takes hold;
lavishing in it's own corpulence
as it ruptures the arteries
of the light of young minds;
unto a paint brush without a color,
to remain adjacently dry forever.
Form:
A flame sparked by heat of passion
Went wild with mutual motion
One versed with words, one with beauty
First sight, sapped the fruit of bounty
But love's spark is complicated
Some limbs bruised, some dislocated
Where true faith is the test of love
Some hearts can go wild like a dove
The heart must make its rightful choice
It must listen to its true voice
Regrets can't make the time come back
For, day is bright and night is dark
Stewing o’er surprise storms?
"Crying's not for me."
Wringing peace from panic’s plea,
welcome water’s whimsey.
Let the rain soak in…
revive sapped energy
restore grass to green
relax the worry-warts.
"Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying me." B J Thomas
Absolutely sapped out
I will unfurl
my flag today.
It was a raw wound
of nuanced statements in dark
when the moon fell in lake.
Talking to butterflies
as I take on the genre
of brainstormed hibiscuses.
It rained again in my
courtyard, wetting the
marbles and my eyes.
Take away the roof from
over my head. I have
come to meet the frozen tears.
The enormous guilt now
haunts the vacant eyes, why I didnot
accept the voluptuous breast of death.
Satish Verma