Sightless Poems - Poems about Sightless

Sightless, he moves through realms where silence speaks, where light and shadow never meet— a man whose gaze is bound in thread, yet sees the cosmos in his head. Not in the dance of sun and star, but in the pulse of what is far. The world, a script with braille-laced lines, where every touch a truth defines. To him, the air is not...

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The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly We know not what this is they echo in chorus; mouths voicelessly ajar at the...

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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart" Helen Keller In deepest darkness I wander the street. Sounds looming, people rushing, don’t feel weak. Bravely stepping. Child’s laughter makes me smile. I come to the road with cars whizzing by. Sun’s rays upon...

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Lowing fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the surging waves rising unfolding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the buffeted gulls feeding on the sluice of passing squalls. "Look out the window" you say (the window is a hundred pieces of sky caught in a fish-eye). "No boats will fish today," I whisper, but...

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The sightless man & the heartless woman both blind & walking alone. Will they be able to mirror each other, so they are not swallowing in this world and atone. A true connection cannot be seen but only felt by the soul. It may only appear when left completely alone & free from this world....

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At times a distant rumble rattles things a voice within a hidden cavern pit of darkness and loneliness it sings reverberations punishment it brings for I am he who left that voice to die fearful of the truths it spoke to me denied the tortured tears I now must cry for neither of us now can e’er be free. I sought the soothing...

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He plays throughout the house at night a braille touch for his lack of sight and dreams of all the crippled things with broken legs and shattered wings. The bandage on his wounded eyes will be there ‘til the day he dies and keep him in a darkened place with just a wet grin on his face. The attic...

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Can't see COLD DARK BLACKEN EMPTY SOUL I call you out of suffer, first; Can't see I placed your flesh upon this earth; And for all, in awe your worth; You're birth in unrighteousness you're cursed; Can't talk So you redeem, you dream in oceans; Can't walk Watered down passages desert sands; Opened minded Open up hopes...

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Chocking fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the seabed rising, folding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the buffeted gulls feeding on the sluice of passing squalls. "Look out the window" you say. The window is a hundred pieces of sky caught in a fish-eye. "No boats will fish today," I whisper, but...

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Wooden figures Held together by iron hinges. A bit of glue here and there But you wouldn’t notice it. They’re all the same, But that one with the crack? You hate it. It stares at you from the shelf With an empty glare, Always wanting to get closer. But you leave it there, And there it stays....

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though sightless, she sees the world- screens covering her optics reveal a chimera universe. she was just a wandering girl, who craved to write an inspiring verse.                   blindfolded by deep obscurity,                   wrapped in a heath of insecurity-          ...

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How do a Christian baby walk? Only by faith, not by sight And how do a Christian baby see? Through a dark veil in comes the Light Now how do a Christian baby talk Giving glory to God for fighting the good fight How do a Christian baby hear? With ears open to obey the voice of the Lord Jesus Christ...

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I reach for you in this darkness and find you gone, Budless bloom of a forsaken thorn, Nectarine of my life, song of my night, Conjure thyself once more to bless my singed sight, Search me now and see my grief, In you lieth my only relief, Water my withered roots and sire another tree, Entangle thyself deep inside of me....

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Tow my burdensome feather of essence, And ignore the ghost of my regret, Watch the trail of unseen and broken tears, Stain the dust sapphire with vacillating reluctance. Stretch me; rip me towards one poison or the other, Sit, reflect—agonize, Confront the demon who damaged me, Or stay as unspoken as my intact existence, Let the...

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Sightless eyes do cry. But not because they are blind. But for what they miss. They will not see past "I want", to see "This is all I need"...

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