Best Sightless Poems

Sightless eyes do cry. 
But not because they are blind. 
But for what they miss. 
They will not see past "I want", 
to see "This is all I need"...

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I reach for you in this darkness and find you gone,
Budless bloom of a forsaken thorn,

Nectarine of my life, song of my night,
Conjure thyself once more to bless my singed sight,

Search me now and see my grief,
In you lieth my only relief,

Water my withered roots...

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Tow my burdensome feather of essence,
And ignore the ghost of my regret,
Watch the trail of unseen and broken tears,
Stain the dust sapphire with vacillating reluctance. 

Stretch me; rip me towards one poison or the other, 
Sit, reflect—agonize,    
Confront the demon who damaged...

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Lowing fog horns
shake scales from rooftops.
We see the seawall drowning,
the surging waves rising
unfolding spume and brume
into mountains.

From the pub on the harbor front,
we can hear the buffeted gulls feeding
on the sluice of passing squalls.

"Look out the window" you say
(the window is a hundred pieces
of sky...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there ‘til the day he dies
and keep him in a darkened...

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though sightless, she sees the world-
screens covering her optics reveal
a chimera universe.
she was just a wandering girl,
who craved to write an 
inspiring verse. 

                  blindfolded by deep obscurity, 
                 ...

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How do a Christian baby walk?
Only by faith,
not by sight
And how do a Christian baby see?
Through a dark veil
in comes the Light
Now how do a Christian baby talk
Giving glory to God
for fighting the good fight
How do a Christian baby hear?
With ears open to obey
the voice...

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The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage 
Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. 
A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly 
We know not what this...

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Wooden figures
Held together by iron hinges.
A bit of glue here and there
But you wouldn’t notice it.
They’re all the same,
But that one with the crack?
You hate it.
It stares at you from the shelf
With an empty glare,
Always wanting to get closer.
But you leave it there,
And there it...

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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart"    Helen Keller

In deepest darkness I wander the street.
Sounds looming, people rushing, don’t feel weak.
Bravely stepping. Child’s laughter makes me smile.
I...

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The sightless man & the heartless woman both blind & walking alone. 
Will they be able to mirror each other, so they are not swallowing in this world and atone. 

A true connection cannot be seen but only felt by the soul. 
It may only...

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Chocking fog horns
shake scales from rooftops.
We see the seawall drowning,
the seabed rising,
folding spume and brume 
into mountains.

From the pub on the harbor front,
we can hear the buffeted gulls feeding
on the sluice of passing squalls.

"Look out the window" you say.
The window is a hundred pieces
of sky...

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At times a distant rumble rattles things
a voice within a hidden cavern pit
of darkness and loneliness it sings
reverberations punishment it brings

for I am he who left that voice to die
fearful of the truths it spoke to me
denied the tortured tears I now must cry
for neither...

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Can't see COLD DARK BLACKEN EMPTY SOUL  I call you out of suffer, first;
Can't see  I placed your flesh upon this earth;

And for all, in awe your worth;
You're birth in unrighteousness you're cursed;

Can't talk  So you redeem, you dream in oceans;
Can't walk...

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He moves through realms where silence speaks,
Where light and shadow never meet,
A man whose gaze is bound in thread,
Yet sees the cosmos in his head.

Not in the dance of sun and star,
But in the pulse of what is far—
The world, a script with braille-laced lines,
Where...

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