Glass Poems - Poems about Glass

You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a...

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I spoke in glass, so fine, so thin each word a thread of fragile sound. You touched me once, and cracked within the walls I'd built to stand my ground. You smiled like spring-like sudden thaw and I, all frost, began to break. You carved your name inside my flaw and called it love for memory's sake. You said my silence made you...

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looking glass magic murky message barely seen who is the fairest threatening message from spirit or ancestor i wiped it away...

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She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me, A dance of shadows and glimmers on the surface of my cracked heart, Perhaps I wasn't the purest altar, for something in me always resisted, Trying to mend her, to hold her, but shattering her fragile outline. Her light scattered into shards when it passed...

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Georgia’s Tybee Island; titillatingly rained. photographer’s giddy: within frame, behind glass, photo with shades of gray …a fogbow manifests. Some Kind Of Misty Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: 7/6/2025 ...

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Amidst all the maylay we emerged like growing seeds immune to the harvest Time spent in darkness bought us things we needed during the purge Missing the past is absurd for it's just a memory of retained but forgotten words A grain of sand in an hourglass clearly shows us the material isn't meant to last What we do take with us are lessons of the past that mirror reflecting...

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Life is a starburst gift conceived in the gilded soil of angel hearts. Living on the other hand thrives in the salty eyes of swells and troughs needles woven into bike bells and ice cream cones. Living breathes to bend you into and out of its will from valley to mountain to the misty hills it bends you into...

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Lift the champagne glass for a toast, Make the night sparkle with delight. Neither of us will sleep till dawn— On our bed, love waits patiently. Please, let’s not break the vow we made. ------------------------------------------------------ Name: Maclawrence Famuyiwa Poem date: June 11th, 2025 Contest title: Abecederian In Five Poetry Contest ...

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You stood there unsteadily at my bedroom door, holding your glass eye in your palsied hand and asked me if I’d ever seen one before. Can’t say that I have, Aunt Mary. You held it like an offering, moonlit and lidless, as if it might see me better than you could that night— or remember what time had stolen. They said you once owned a bordello in...

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Caution around that window, my friend! What of it now? It lets you see outside and reflects in. What of it, then? Some things once seen must be exhumed. Why the fuss? It musn't break for it is strong. Strength will not cherish it. It musn't break for it will cut. Blood trickles as tears. It musn't break for it shows truth. Truth outside will...

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A Kaleidoscope, my best toy! Hours flew as new colors emerged, A cascade of abstract-colored joy Myriad patterns of colors surged. Colorful glass in serpentine slides, Slithered across an imagined sky. Is there a lunar planet that hides, in colored glass as time hurries by? I pretended the colors were stars, I could travel on one of my choice. I would sing songs as we...

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The Bottom of the Glass Where do we go when we need to escape? Moving forward, who do we blame? Sometimes we go to a place to hide. From here on out we don’t let anyone inside. We live a lonely life. While we leave the past behind. Apart from another, There's no going back...

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When I think of food and drink, it's no surprise the question does arise, with booze some choose to let it breathe and defer their bottle of wine, I prefer to savour the flavour and give mouth to mouth to mine. (Que Syrah, Syrah!) Some say, “The glass is half full,” with accent on the positive, some see the glass half empty, and focus on the...

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She scrubs the floors with hands that bleed, her heart, a brittle thing beneath her chest— a reflection of the shattered glass she once danced on, believing love was a crown meant to fit anyone. The prince's ring, so smooth, is a shackle, and his kiss— not a promise, but a contract with the devil’s own whisper. Her stepsisters wear their cruelty like fine silk, while her smile fades into...

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You don't have to rewrite the story of your life, you are not a broken glass, waiting to be glued back together, but just a being in search of a corner of the world, where you can sit without being strong, like a flower letting the rain embrace it, without the fear of wilting under the weight of...

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