Braille Poems - Poems about Braille

Popcorn poetry Wordy feast for eyes to eat Beautiful in 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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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 to suck feeling her face in the dark wondering do my fingers lie to...

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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 of slow steps, tiptoeing in twirls, shriveled and fragile, the butterfly...

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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 a poetic dog, who faces the moon, And howls a...

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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 a hip, that startle my hands because they are...

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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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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 who has yet to be trampled by you, plainly see the...

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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 abandon' and I remember your skin under my fingertips your hands in...

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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 my eyes. So i writ a note with suicidal thoughts, 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 All the stars are braille as I reach out...

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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 great assurance that you’ll be alright, like a bright lamp just carry...

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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 like I was braille...

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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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Blind; six dots helped others "see". For Raul's contest...

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