Best Braille Poems

Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty mountain hiding in the fog.
He looks for a crimson fireball hiding in the ember.

Wriggles out of the cocoon, 
in swirls...

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Here’s a short poem for the blind among us, 
A poem that’s written in braille,
A poem that hopes to enlighten the world, 
A short unique, beautiful tale,

About a blind old wise man, who lives all alone, 
In a house on the far side of town,
With...

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how can you remember
every word, everything I've said
when you are looking at my lips
still moist and swollen from your last kiss
the whole time we are talking

oh, but honey I remember
everything that you have said
cause you are talking with your hands
your fingers doing the enunciation
reading me...

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Within the days,
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Your Braille Writer

I’ll write from right to left
while you read me from left to right
our hearts meet and we’ll never say goodbye
you are my precious  gem  in this world of change
remember, I am your hope and strength whatever happens
I’ll show you the light
a...

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Adorned with momentus meaning ,
darkness can be a terrible and scary thing  -
For some- a time of nightmarish convening
Yet to others - divinely rich beauty abound

To me it is a story to read  one of
my favorite things - lying on the ground ...

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Blind; six dots helped others "see".


For Raul's contest...

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I remember seeing
rich, chocolate eyes that invited me in
with hospitality and comfort like a hot chocolate
on a particularly cold fall day.

And that
the sun turned your skin to gold and
it was still soft and
sweet smelling.

Your delicate
crown of hair a
halo
of abandoned beauty a
physical form of the words
'reckless...

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For long i longed to meet in greetings
the sight of the morning.
My eyes with glasses to hide from the harm
of the darkness of day.
As i saw no faith in my last hope,
cometh was  the braille.
And my hands started to see more clearer,
beyond wishes of...

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A tiny scar that marks a 
long-ago mishap or misdemeanor. 
A slender ridge left by an 
ancient scalpel. 
Faint dots and lines,   
barely more tactile than a tattoo,  
in the shadow of a breast, 
the lee of a thigh, 
the curve of...

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The tiger moth
Wingless flight
Camouflage stripes
Sitting patiently
Waiting in the
Tall thick grass
Reading the braille
Stars of night
Asking the Lord
To bring back his sight...

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You see with your hands,
you think with an intuitive cane
taping before your feet
Trusting your dim instincts,
to lead you along the right path
Emotional blindness
is your spiritual infirmity
You step on 
other people feelings unintentionally
Wandering about with your best friend,
your loyal, seeing-eye dog guide
Friendly sniffs
drawn to sympathetic eyes
Someone...

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eyes wide without
trying to blink wanting
to see every thing paraded
before her always asking what

her nose in perfect symmetry
equally distributing everything
to make the whole complete and
through this she doesn't even snore

leaving her lips finding her jaw
not clinched at all actually slightly
opening to my fingers as if...

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As an appendage to my life's story as I sail 
Will certainly be a very long tail (oops... tale!)
Also climbed Mt. Everest
Got to the top, beat my chest
Then fell to the bottom, now read braille...

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Had Been Using Braille

had been using brail
when he did write much email
out window would sail

had been bold and brash
very vile was city of Nash
there his dough did stash

Jim Horn...

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