Short Braille Poems
Short Braille Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Braille by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Braille by length and keyword.
zoologist richard gale
meets an old thief reading braille
demanding he steal
an elephant seal
instead rich gets a narwhal.
Blind man's bluff braille
notes of a thousand pictures
keen lipped DNA
(The first song I heard by Little Stevie Wonder, early 60's.)
your
sonrisa
blinds me
happily asking
to read your body
in braille to see if i can
tell if the bumps around
your nipples spell my name
Form:
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans
Together they sang 'Happy Trails'
Posthumously sentenced to P.C. Jail
~ Their song not available in braille
Which Do You have
Haiku: by Tom
123/27/2020
Foresight looks ahead,
Hindsight is twenty-twenty,
Sightless requires braille.
will the world vanish when I die ~ or just to those who opened their eyes
said the blind man touching his braille mirror ~ sensing a life he despised
When I feel you
Emotion awakens the braille
Hidden within my body
Thoughts are embossed
Left behind are sounds of you
Like sheet music
That I never want to end
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
Every bump and bruise
Scars are your stories
Tell them to me
I read your body
Your skin is my Braille
My favorite read
Imperfectly flawless
The novel of the century
My fantasy
Like braille
In the depth of darkness
Feeling her way to my heart
Like the light that I was searching for
She pierced through that darkness
Lifting me high to heaven
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
Traveling the mountains of Disneyland
Much higher than those found in Ireland
When you’re drinking ale
It’s like reading braille
And doesn't much matter what car you're in
You're completely
a stranger;
but if you ask me
if I know
your whereabouts--
it's quite ironic
because
I'll gladly say yes,
I'll let you feel
my chest,
to braille your name
that is deeply engraved.
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
Fanciful musings written in challenged braille scribbles
midst reveries' graffito on stone-cold deafening walls,
like Greek hieroglyphics for the poetically deranged
awaiting symmetry's reflectively critiqued paroxysms
i needed
to take
my
glasses
off to
take
a closer
view of
who
you were
before
me
at first
a blur
but
blindly in
braille
my
fingers read
your face
then
seeing that
you too
were
wearing
glasses
Form:
she took her last farewell, laid a token;
"With God All Things Possible"
braille fingers pour over
4/2/2017
Poetry Contest: Form K - Kimo
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Syllables checked with how many syllables
The man was blind in love,
and she became his Braille
But how could a blind man
see the true colours of the pages?
They were all revealed when the light
of her friend's car fell on his eyes
On the passenger's seat, his book was on fire.
Braille is read too
Knowledge gained through the finger
I wanna learn your soul
And may my touch there, linger
Written April 26, 2020
For the Rithimus Divisa" poetry contest
Gregory R. Barden, Sponsor
From my poem "Books are Read"
I stammer,
as you are the beauty grammar,
Let the silence murmur,
You are the rain in summer!
Pay me the tax called smile,
Hold my hand and let's walk thousands of mile.
Don't leave me alone even for a while.
When I'm blind, be my braille!
Drops fall
Gather like Braille
Inside the smooth wall
Unexpected hazel eyes
Striking Light
Lets the darkness rise
Dancing heart
As the rain Glistens
Let it impart
Fill the seven seas
One calm beat at a time
Impressing me
No compass
No Map
Just oneness
Stitched in braille from life's mishaps
the horrors and the pain relapse
Even on the quietest shores
his haunts invaded evermore
Long ago, the peaceful dreams
buried deep by sirens' screams
Transports rushing through the night
the ghosts of war, never white
i pressed on
the paper so
hard leaving
an imprint
but not
the
intended mark
i had wished to
have left written
in ink but then i
thought perhaps
she would have to
squint or have to
try to read it as if
braille to tell what
i intended to say
as her fingers
figure out it is a
heart
Form:
What's the purpose of the tail
on the squirrel who's
practicing his Braille--
his body hidden by the tree
with only a tail visible
to me?
Sends he Morse code
with that appendage
to other varmints of his lineage,
that he's found a tree that's
rather fine, grace a' someone
who protects her Pine?
Books are read
Palms are too
I see you in my story's future
Could you see me in yours too?
Words are read
But the cover is first seen
I want to venture past yours
You beautiful being
Braille is read too
Knowledge gained through the finger
I wanna learn your soul
And may my touch there, linger
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