Quotes about glaring, page 4
Mourning Sickness
Your endless aching prayers
In the middle of the night
To the unseen God
Bring no peace to your heart
And no respite
To a spirit sickened with grief;
The day comes round the same,
The streets, the shops, the glaring light,
People in the day-centre, mouthing empty words,
Dead babies wrapped in newspaper
At the bottom of the garden.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Soft Coat
On the rapid asphalt road
bloody fur, a rabbit caught
in the glaring headlight of
a speeding car.
Poor creature don’t cross
the road at night, do not
cross it at all unless you’re
an angel and can fly.
No one loves a rabbit less
it is a child’s pet and lives in
a tiny cage. Run free rabbit,
run on the forest’s floor.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Man 4
don’t be sad
my dearest sun
the moon is here
to share your light..
night looks forlorn
lack of glaring shine
billows appear gloomy
warning of a lonely night..
when hope appears doubtful
and your feelings are hurt
no one listens, no one cares
just wait till the morning comes
i will bring all the hopes
reveal the unspoken words
and untie your worries...
poem by Lady Grace
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The Son
My liars are even on my brow
Where my eyes are situated.
I see their glaring and staring
When soft and hard collide.
The sight of a candle and cupboard
Appears in my mind,
But it is really there in my room,
My very bedroom, breathing is good.
I ride my body into this considerable sight,
The world is my son of course.
The liars of my sight are like nations
In my world, the son of joy and sleep.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Safe at Home
Glaring down the man
on the mound
A dogged head likened
to a hound
Gotta reach first
my goal is there
a hit, a bunt, a bean ball
don't really care
So I look
I took
four straight pitches
my jock and my poison, down there
truly itches
I reach first in a hurry
steal second in quite a hurry
I glance at third
as I start to scurry
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poem by Matt Mondschein
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Pace The Beach
This house, this place I call a mansion,
Was rippled with disgust as the rains turned;
Cupboards vibrating, pots dismounting,
The earth was shattering in the hoses.
Quite close we ran into discomforts,
Astonishingly above the horizon the rain came.
It had shared a slight triumph so glaring,
Confirming character of a walled dispute.
My house is a mansion so early and polite,
To pace the beach is my command.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Too Much Poetry
so much light
so much of this feeling light
bouying lightness of being
flying lightness on dancing steps
on the clouds on this night near the stars
so much poetry to write
and read and spread
too much feeling and life
pulsating to my veins
this love
this poetry tonight
even without the wine
even without the full moon
like what Li Po tells me
this world on this glaring monitor
alone with my fingers and thoughts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Audience With Thor
my eye
is caught by a photograph
flashing the reaches
a once barren sky
crowding
my ear
records a voiceless cry
whispering brilliant streaks
fine hairs all quivering on
my skin
raindrops pelting
crystal teeth glaring
teary distances bridged
my tongue
forms a quiet reply
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Together
Kicking dirt and rocks we walked
All through the city with lights glaring
Music assaulting us out of hip places
That we'll never fit into.
Wine on my breath and beer on yours
We opened our eyes and drank each other in
Something clicks, we burn.
Flint on flint and we decide.
Wasted time before us
So much to do after us,
In this way we're connected and
We'll grow in the most happy, pain-filled of ways.
Together.
poem by Rachel Stapleton
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Survival
Glaring like a field
covered with new snow,
this incipient page waits
for my typed letters
to alight
like raucous grackles,
foraging, finding
no tender shoots,
no easy meal.
These are hard times
for those who stay close to home
never winging it
to southern lands,
these dedicated black birds,
scratching the page
for another metaphor.
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poem by Steven Federle
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