Glassless Poems - Poems about Glassless

...I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away. There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertaine......

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...This is my modern English translation of a French poem by Voltaire, one of my all-time favorite writers. The poem is followed by two translations of epigrams by Voltaire. Les Vous et Les Tu (“You,......

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...Yesterday night I saw Moon! yesterday night the moon was gazing at me through a little section of my window. the white lacy curtain was draw......

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...Sometimes I don't wear my glasses, Sit beside the window, the glasses on my lap, And the familiar world looks unfamiliar! It's dawn right now, it's almost Fall. The sky is cloudy today, very......

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...I glimpsed our horizon echoing Sun Voluminous sets of waves whispered crest Neath, its silent swarm's hushed sealife possess A sullen saffron lens rise slumbered some Dualities of g......

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...Down on one's luck Down to my last food stamp The luck of the draw, As luck would have it - I have no luck at all! Don't draw lines in the sand Draw funny looking mustaches On the photos of ......

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...Hungry cry of waking baby challenging the staccato of small arms fire. School bus honking over the droning hum of I-phone ear-buds. Wood fire banked against searing desert winds rattl......

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...I crave for peace and love I crave for peace and love Not chaos and destruction Not chaos and destruction I need construction... I need help...God, I want help... I'm ushed in the margin......

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...The Breakup The weight of the world falls upon my chest with an unassuming heaviness. It fills my lungs with bubbles, popping at each gasping breath I attempt to draw into my heaviness I......

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...Winter creeps forward As I struggle to look presentable. None of this helps. The writing, the window, the bed, As my bank calls me again (and again) Requesting me to pay the overdraft Fee they ......

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