Best Plexiglass Poems

Dog food? What crime did I commit towards the Gods that as Tantalus I must exist inside this 
cage and be gawked at by my...

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I move with stealth, assurance 
Muscles taunt beneath striped coat
Footpads softly caress the ground
My home
My sanctuary
The grasslands and forests of India
Men refer to me as...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed...

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Poems about the Coronavirus I


yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse



yet another iffy coronavirus haiku...

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A Red Rose sticks out from between two stone,
So bright this Rose that's blossoming here.
Reaching between two great stones for a trickle of light,
Pleading with...

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The red kings,
And the black kings,
And the kings of garnet and jasper,
Lie silently behind plexiglass
While the population
Is petrified.
Yet the red kings,
And the black kings,
And the...

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We need better plastics,
To hell with the bakelite saints 
That stand silent inside,
The great wheels,
 of the grand vehicle. 
Forever sleeping behind visqueen, 
Covered plexiglass,
 hiding themselves...

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he sits so smug 
       and condescending there

in his ergonomic, black
       leather chair

behind...

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I can’t make it, I can’t make it
I’m dying without any of my loved ones around me
Becky can you drive any faster
Hit the gas already
My...

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Panic


At a young age I was given eyes to see something I could not comprehend.
Given ears to hear things unbelievable. Unimaginable.
Things that exist in movies,...

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slate

my slate is written on
i’m whole inside
with gaps and things

to please
the imperfect

with dreams sewn on
with seams and borders
zigzag quilt lines frown
and chuckle

they even do battle
exciting...

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The General is a bit of an authoritarian.
He says, Breathe! And you say, how much?
Twilight is much more chill; she just says, “See you ‘round!”
But...

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Fair is a word tossed between us,
quick breaths across wet teeth—
a fleeting agreement that nothing ever is,
except for our burning complexions
beneath the relentless, arid graze...

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I love spending nights on the lake.
Once the oven-like sun disappears,
things get suddenly quiet, except for
the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs
and the soft...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the...

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