Best Glass Poems

He sees the rose in her cheeks
She sees the wrinkles of time in her mirror

He sees the long, flowing brunette of her shining hair
She sees wisps of grey, dull hair that she can't manage

He sees shine and twinkle in her blue eyes
She sees her reflection...

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Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.

As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest whispers to me;
soon the branches will be bare bones,
the crows...

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At high noon mass
	thru colored glass
		a playful sunray dances
	for blessed sunday glances
reflected stained mosaic
hardly looks archaic
	when the rainbow’s set afire
		by heavenly orchestrated choir
	the congregation rejoices
moved by angelic voices



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.

I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from...

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You don’t know me…
You don’t know my past…
If you did would you 
judge me for my pain so vast? 

Did you hear about 
that one baby girl?
No one was there 
to save her faded world 
The one who was forced 
to do bad things
A child...

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Glass Throne – A Poem Collab with Ink Empress

Note:- Before diving into my Multi-media, Music video “Glass Throne”, I encourage you to first read the Lead Up poem below which is a collaboration with the popular Ink Empress.

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Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov

the thunderclap
   of breaking pane,
  frightening.
splintered shards -
     remains
of jagged lightning.
those tears I bleed…
  my fist is raw.
blackness crawls
   ...

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Glass  Memories

How fragile are the things we see so clear?
With passing time, there is no dim of view.
Its frank acuity often fraught with fear,
these mind photos of faces we once knew.

The looking glass of memory’s crystalline.
Translucent veil from there and there to here.
But it...

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with bitter winds of sand and spray
and flecks of rain against my face
how different this land looks today
a drenched, vast, unforgiving place.

as turbines veiled in mist offshore
first fade then vanish out at sea
the sun, it seems, shines here no more
with frosted air surrounding me.

yet how...

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Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

                —Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest 2006

ALONE IN...

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If ever beckoned by the broken glass
I offer instantly these scarred hands
And bleed
	Embracing sharpest, cruel edges,
	most exquisite lines
And bleed
	upon piercing, jagged, penetrating points
	brilliant with dancing sunlight
And bleed
	poured out into a universe benign, hard surfaces
	warm in crimson puddles of all I was 
And stand
And bleed
And know...

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Inspired by Victor Buhagiar’s romantic writes.

GLASS SLIPPERS

He sees their shine -
on his knees, he’d kiss
her glass slippers.

The ballroom floor -
first date jitters,
diamond waxed.

The newness of their faces,
skintight with anticipation -
illumination of the mirrors.

The crystal chandelier,
like a tall tale;
simply a fairy tale.

Arising like the North star,
he...

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Walking along the beach's sandy shore, 
I witnessed the ocean's mighty roar. 
Sea weeds with seashells and sea glass, a tangled mess, 
Hiding a treasure, a glass bottle's caress. 
 
Within its confines, a time capsule's plea, 
An 80-year-old message, a desperate decree. 
A sender's...

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I tried to fly without white wings
I cried inside with soul dying
Broken spirit broken dreams
Can you hear it my black heart screams

I was asleep and yet awake
Nightmares so deep they escape
The well in me the hell in me
Tormented spirits keep jailing me

I hide my heart...

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I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances

sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose 
lurking in shadows.

I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of 
the ocean's essence.

I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.

I glance out and...

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