Best Brail Poems

MISDEMEANOR 

A soft lisp runs through blonde summer grasses,
shoving at kites or the hems of long skirts.
Umbrellas and hats stir as it passes, 
jumbling at picnics, it teases and flirts.  
It picks up speed while playing with Marty, 
and takes his land legs as...

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Dancing With The Devil




Black postered silence as the shadows lights dance
A dark and sadistic waltz with evils romance

Unscented dead roses, bouquet of dried thorn
Grave ravens site the night sounds of drifting mourn

Underground dark chamber the evil buried listens in
A world obeys in silent decay as...

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Amidst the stress and strains of life rejoice
Don't fold now, you still can play the hand
Forget old rules, make a new paradigm for choice
The brail and vang is in your will's command

In your heart, just know your cause with God is right
The stakes for all...

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You came on a winter's day
tried to take my pain away
your gift of love and desire
you tried to light my dead fire

I was cold to your embrace
my heart had turned a blank space
days are now a grayer veil
that hangs on my heart of brail

seen the...

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Quote by M Rose: If love had a thousand faces they'd all look like yours 
Your visage is what I'd seek first in my lost and found box.  

I'd feel for the corners of my box with nimble fingers 
eyes closed I'd  brail...

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Nigga my fade be the meanest this nigga been hot since a foetus                                ...

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Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know) 

Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light 
on the Word:
Truth—

I hear 
said the deaf 
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—

I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word: 

blinking
thinking
scratching 
tearing
echoing
in every way—

What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!

Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I...

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And I disappeared back into the books,
Whirling in a seamless stream of context,
By whose scarlet blood I assumed some looks,
Forevermore ready for what was next.

From this moment on I could not assume,
That what I had become was not a dream,
That the changing nature of words...

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In a universe far far away
There lived a penguin, whose thoughts did weigh
Heavily on his mind.
He thought of a vast array of things big and small
But there was one facet he thought of most of all..
Love.
Love being that for a penguin
See he had a lot...

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Part 2 of 2

.........eclectic mangling with each dextrous touch, fine lines begin to smudge, 


reality blends with fiction, body becomes an instrument, instantly switched on, fingers-the intimate, 


high octave tinkering, pursed lips to the sky-the vocalist singing,


 just how I want her to, sweet like...

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Our poetry...
A thousand times been read
Syllables contort tumbling 
Under covers
Free verse unfettered 
Beneath hot breath
Brail symbolic softens 
As soon as alabaster wets
Lips’ reciting merely, what is 
Or should be heartfelt said

Our poetry...
Sapidus is to taste
Licking walls 
As licorice moisten
Is the dark, chocolate
Bar shadows cast
Through blinds...

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No words, no expression just pure devastation
Here I am stuck sitting at square one 
Thinking back, only because small conversation
Thinking I was problematic constantly reminding me how her needs weren't met emotionally 
I was...Emotionally intertwined with someones emotions for their convenience
Living trying to please you,...

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Your tongue forced like clothes pins
wetting cinnamon lips,
gnawing at the barrier of one another.

Sketching, Sketching,

Hands shaping you, catching you drawn paper
filed with the note no one left,
a skilled architect,
slowly tracing across your torso.

Dog- earring the pages of your book, inner knowledge;
pages written with pearl droplets...

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on his deathbed
he stares up at the ceiling---
a stale, supposedly calming
light blue, basks down upon
his now disease ridden body &
with all the tubes pumping
painkillers & poisons into him,
he’s finally fallen into submission,
giving up the last remnants of
resistance to the belief that the
doctor’s have been right...

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The Braille of Cobblestone

 
Keeper of darkness,
of auras reaped from high seas,
vast is your harvest
of earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard glass.

Such reflects primate-memory
once clamored upon by man and beast running,
dodging blade and spear
as wash water dumped from windows high
added slippery...

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