Short Glass In Poems
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"A broken promise is like glass in your toes...
it always leaves a scar."
Date: September 19, 2016
CUT
Stitches
Big needles
I ran and I fell
The jar broke and cut me
Thirteen stitches in my hand
"Never run with glass in your hand"
the tea glass was within his reach
his call for help made the people screech
put the tea glass in my hand
at pool side he was ban
for being a plain old, lazy leech
I pour a glass of water.
Then another.
The glasses turn into the Ocean.
Yet you remain, one glass in hand.
And as I jump into the icy water
You remain, one glass in hand.
Lights out
No one about
Alone we stand
Object in hand
Silently we move
Ready to remove
Items of wealth
With stealth
Window breaks
Glass in flakes
In we now go
Time for the show
Glass
Slivers
Broken chards
In the kitchen
We are all barefoot
Daddy’s eyes are not sharp
Baby wants to help of course
Big sister takes baby upstairs
Mama heads for the broom and dustpan
Like syrup
in a bottle neck
sticky
and slipping slowly along the side
This sorrow is
like the thick
silvery sludge in the thermometer
sliding to the boiling point
breaking through the glass in a poisonous burst
In County Cork prowls a cat, David Kavanagh
Bellies up to the bar with Gilbey's glass in paw
Drown the shamrock, sound the alarms
Lassies abound, his lucky charms
Blaring cheery shout outs of Erin Go Bragh!
Sitting round the table with my glass in hand,
Thoughts come into my ear
I sense that world out there and go,
Foot places set, cleared and fair.
Oxen, lambs, bird and song
Time places things in front of us
And we have that moment to expound.
Dear afterthought !
Written: May 21, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Checked with: howmanysyllables.com
3rd place contest winner
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dragonflies hover
wings glint as glass in the wind~
pond mirrors the reeds
It's black and muggy....
a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue
A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor
I sip and swallow
cough and puke..
A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat
and an unquenchable thirst...
You have the face of an angel
But your heart is cold
And there's glass in your mouth
The day I gave you my heart
You wrapped it in what I thought was lace
But soon realized it was a chain
You left me with nothing
Not a heart
Nor a mind
But why
Do I want you to complete me?
summertime blazes
a large, grumpy goat jumps
betrayed by bottle
which he tried to eat
crunches, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch munch
got glass in his teeth
all in his mouth crunch
in the field and the meadow
yet he spits out glass
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
The snow mountain past the plain,
Brings memories of a lasting fight.
Glaciers shine, like glass in a silver frame.
Shadows cast ,by the fading light.
Snows move, on this mountain slope,
As shadows dissapear and pass.
Distant plain light, may offer hope.
While ice descends like frosted glass.
Bubbled glass in green
lit with tongues, electric hewn
now sit empty, brought down from the sky
in line on his antique armoire
The sun still remembers them
and kisses their skin
their insulator breath like a fire within
Breaking my walls
in reflections electric
passing the days with no purpose.
Beautiful View?
Through the transparent glass in my window I stare,
Among flatlands, the sight of a hill is quite rare.
At last, in my view, a small mountain, no stump...
Magical still, though it’s the city-owned dump!
Contest Name: “Your Best Four-Line Light Verse, No.2 Poetry Contest
I open and close all day long
Can't someone stop messing with me for once!
I keep good conditions in and bad ones out
Am so proud of the beautiful glass in me
At least someone knew what they were doing!
One side has a flower design; the other a cross
How long before I get replaced?
Hope it's a long, long time!
Form:
The house still sleeps,
Coughs, rustles, creaks
scuttle under my closed door.
The truck grumbles into the alley.
It used to be a barmaid
trashing bottles near
the house where I grew up
making pops and clinks.
Now it's trucks collecting bins,
dumping glass in their broad bellies
huffing away down the alley.
My heart’s a grave, don’t wake her, wake her.
Her laughter stings like glass in the veins,
If she's poison, let it break her.
Nights fall heavy, shadows dance,
If love’s a joke, just make her faker
I’ve chained my soul to her absent touch,
If I’m the sinner, drag her further.
Hey God, if I can’t take her, take her,
Lullaby 1
to the sailor of gentle soul
soft feathers cross night skies
and all brief moments of tenderness
spent like pennies in an arcade
he afloat, as a curl of wood rests on glass
summer has flown
the owl calls and she waits
a woman alone with fireflies
tilting her glass in fond salute
to the green wandering sea
dedicated to the Victims of the Holocaust
Dark is the night
I hear your heartbeat
In the room there is no light
Fire in the night
I hear them marching
Your boots are brown
Glass in my thoughts
Hear the fear in this night
Shrill screams shattered
I do not hear your heartbeat
Why is the light so bright in the room
I should have risen above the clouds
I should have jumped from mountain to mountain
I should have walked down from Mount Everest
I should have risen from the oceans deep
I should have seen the butterfly touch down
I should have thought; big
I should have had a glass in my hand
I should have been sitting next to you
38.6°C
I lined up my words
one by one and
locked them in a glass case
so that you can see
them on display.
WARNING: BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF EMERGENCY
Until then, they remain
confined
so they don’t get out
into the real world
and run around
recklessly, in circles,
chasing your name –after all,
according to the world,
my words have no business with you.
pull the camera back
see more than just one act
does world seem less real
do you no longer feel
how many times can it be done
weapons violence death by gun
your lulled into belief
dulled like glass in the sea
watching willing fully
dim lights
and darkened nights
no more room for growth
blisters and moans
when the bomb tones
Form:
Outside my widow
All the strange sights to see
Can't overwhelm me
With panes of glass in between
I open the shutters
To glimpse all that's outside
I take in the great wonders
From my safe haven, inside
Content to admire from afar
A nature I'll never know up-close
A whole world in a sheet of glass
Outside my window
September 13, 2015