Glass Poems - Poems about Glass

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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The jar remains still, dressed in its glass mantle like a snow globe of silent forgetting, each broken part of me lies there, floating in my warm and crimson waters, a lake of lost memories, a mirror of the soul seeking to find itself again. I open the jar and try to fit each piece into the deep...

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All was lost after the effort Now tired, for he fought Like a god's son, perhaps Zeus' And the struggles despite no vows. All he ever wanted was to be a son, Respected by all—now, respected by none. For his parents to boast with pride aloud, Saying, "He’s worth every struggle allowed." He longed to raise a daughter someday, To make her proud in...

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Chess Ahoy! Upon an ivory-blue ocean, oil pastel paints the canvas aboard the deck floats, buoyed surfing foamy shores a blurred realism hoarding its cargo— cobalt sea glass squares in place, chiseled chess pieces ride the tide ebbing and flowing Sent are your gallant knights lowly pawns the King decrees— God save the Queen! ...

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A vase, simple, elegant smooth symmetrical, with only one side, surface no inside nor outside, only in between a narrow neck extends up from the bulb twists back on itself to meld back into the vessel with no perceptible seam, join or mark at the intersection moving over its surface tracing, seemingly left and right, is not feasible the vase, no flower bears,...

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mother, I’ve been twitching in your sky with chains masturbating to a blood shot stain you crawl like I want to melt to bone and blue you float like angels do when I touch for ecstasy and bleeding truth if I ever lived death wouldn’t sound like orgasms and light I wish warmth wouldn’t scream contort when I lie in glass...

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mirror, mirror on the wall are you just another contest talk to me, is my call help me in my life's quest where is my destiny “it is within but also without it is in and roundabout” this is a riddle “yes and you're in the middle” you're no help at all “then you must set your stall” “don't be a fool listen with your heart clever ain't always cool” well...

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Cracking Glass Your mind fills like a glass Always taking never ask Never asking questions and never drawing lines Never turning forwards, just staring far behind You crack and break and bend and press You chase and burn and scratch but yet Walls crumble and never stand They’re built of rubble and pure clear sand You’re pushing and you’re turning Clear as shiny day You’re shoving...

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I did not leave I'm behind the glass That you cannot see And you cannot pass I did not leave I'm still so near But you cannot feel And you cannot hear I did not leave I'm next to you But you can't tell And you walk right though I did not leave I chose to stay Please don't think That I went away I'll wait for you Just behind...

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You wrote me in scars. You’ve made me like this. You tell me I’m not the same as my old self— That I am something you pay for. Am I something to be paid for? I am torn apart by the way you treat me. I am crushed by the comments you pass. Am I not good enough? I’m weighed down By your words. You’ve...

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cold moon… trouble me not with your naked eye dark tears of light you liquefy and bathe in blood slow western crawl capture breath upon god’s wall a winter’s river sweet black as stone in me your darkness flows alone dispossession life is war an unsound calm defines your core so out of place we wander wane the scent of...

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Special reasons roll with the seasons Influence flows in silent confluence Reach for the sky then breathe a sigh As dreams ascend and hopes ride high Power glides where thought resides Creativity ever so gently confides But in the shuffle we lose our way Overlooked voices quietly stray Feathers get ruffled, nerves unwind Only the numb seem not to mind Anger bubbles a storm inside… Act...

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