Glass Poems

Glass poems bring the best collection of short and long glass poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great glass rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these glass poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on glass are here for you.

Glitters of glass

Glitters of glass short poem

My life is like broken glass in my hands What was once a beautiful ornament, now is shattered pieces of glass The terror that came in the night Has become the terror of the day It’s like I’m in a

Looking Glass

Looking Glass short poem

Seeing me in full in the looking-glass Is a stranger with new and senior tasks Not recognizable to me are the long gone years of the past Now with loss of hair and exaggerated features not recognizable to me or

The Man In The Glass

The Man In The Glass prose poem

Looking in the glass I saw a fine young man Was it him only I was searching for a long span He never laughed at me when I cried He always smiled at me when I smiled He stood with

The Glass House

The Glass House short poem

Not yet, the courage will wait for the curtain to fall, will then disappear in awakening; the crucial thing was the love of absence the scythe of eclipsed moon. Suspense hangs from the tall image in slow turn of thighs

Glass

Glass short poem

the first is touch losing touch sense of touch losing softness losing abrasions… in dark amputation… this is how it was, my mother did not die, just detached, gradually less tenuously linked to life, until there was no link… now

Broken Glass

Broken Glass prose poem

BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me

Glass Bottle

Glass Bottle prose poem

The beauty of the world is captured in a glass bottle,all the good,the bad, and the ugly. On one side it storms and love is a lost art form shipwrecked on the coast of loneliness. It’s where guilty pleas are

Glass Bottles

Glass Bottles short poem

Egos, like glass bottles, Always on edge; Of precarious ledge; Into a thousand pieces break when touched; Prick and poke the puerile mind; Until time heals the Bottle, and Back it goes to the edge. Man, slave of identity: glass

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass long poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Spotted In Glass

Spotted In Glass short poem

Perfect bridges for a fading light taking you to dark caves like fireclay in fake sorrows. The superstition of a race pool and unearthing the sacred temple under a mount of lies. In vitro a baby god sleeps waiting for

The Glass

The Glass short poem

It is quiet now Only sounds of startled breath The glass lies quiety, soundlessly now, shattered upon the stairs Shining in the moonlight An impression of diamonds from rain It is dark You are unable to see the tears, the

The Glass Sea

The Glass Sea short poem

The tide stroked at my toes. It reminded me how… gentle Your touch used to be. A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea, Glistening; the way your Eyes lit a darkened room. Waves, Crashed. Semi-translucent images Come and go on

Empty Glass

Empty Glass short poem

I’ve felt much worse, but when I realised how long I’ve been staring at this blank white page without having my fingers moving, tapping on alphabets like it does before when I want it to, I saw a man who

Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass short poem

Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers short poem

(America, following a landmark agreement) Dear Mr. President, Was it worth it? Was it worth Selling your country’s freedom, The liberty it is so famous for, For a few extra bucks in your pocket? Was it worth Strangling the creative

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A Small Glas Of Water

A Small Glas Of Water short poem

One small glass of water. The waiter said, “THAT WAS THE ORDER”. In the pantry the man looked at me. We have no water, LET IT BE. What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY ! OFF WITH MY HEAD !

Poems containing references to : Glass

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces short poem

How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in

Waiting At Crossroads

Waiting At Crossroads short poem

I’ll be waiting my friend, at the street corner pub. Waiting for happy hours to end. Waiting for the waiter to Take the last orders. I’ll be waiting for My glass of wine to Concoct the image of you At

Mr. Mischief

Mr. Mischief short poem

There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in

A Noseless Woman

A Noseless Woman short poem

“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass

A million little pieces

A million little pieces short poem

Why do I do the things I do, and why do I feel bad after doing them, It is as if I have a constant desire to desecrate all that i thought sacred once want to be a man with

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Through the frosted glass windows The bright streetlight … …sweeps into my room ..in a diffused spray!!! A night lorry lumbers up the lane Chugging its engines In full throttle… Rattling the room …. shattering the silence of night!! silence

Transliteration from English to Hindi

Transliteration from English to Hindi tips and tricks

“Kuch aisa likho, jo sab keh jaaye. Kuch aisa likho ke dil bhar aaye.” “कुछ ऐसा लिखो जो सब कह जाए। कुछ ऐसा लिखो के दिल भर आए।” Even before you ask the question ‘Why transliteration?’ we thought of giving

A Painful Memory

A Painful  Memory elegy

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Memories Of You

Memories Of You short poem

I call your name A thousand times I picture your face Memories hauntingly linger Of dusk, a falling veil, masking the harshness of the day The golden hue of a beautiful sunrise Lazily awakening, like the opening strokes of a

Hollow Halls

Hollow Halls long poem

She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace

Cancer In My Veins

Cancer In My Veins long poem

An earthquake in my hearts’ kingdom Peaks and troughs,patterns were random Nurses making the fastest moves Trying to fill my cancerian grooves Blackening my last scarlet blood drop Weakening my smooth breaths’ rope I felt the cracks in closed,transparent, glass

For Rain I Shall Applaud

For Rain I Shall Applaud ode

O Every Single Tear, Adventurous and wild! Lyrical to my ear, You bring out in me the child Who wishes she could hear Your voice in every day, So she could make some room, For you, as guest to stay!

Sonnet 130-A

Sonnet 130 A sonnet poems

My love, caress me only with thine eyes, And not with hands, so bare, where corn now grows, Or call to me as of brisk wind that blows, With thy damp breath which always brings the flies; Now, pour me

I’m Not Dead

Im Not Dead short poem

A new twilight I see each day, Through the echos of broken mirrors, The whites are all blood stained, The lights are getting dimmer The wounds are fresh and open, The glass so clear and sharpened, As they pierce through

How To Kill The Soul In 10 Years

How To Kill The Soul In 10 Years long poem

My mother should be an author She carves her soul into millions of pieces Leaving it behind in all of the family photos When I see my mother I see a woman Who wants to hide her soul in a

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven

If You‘re Thinking of Going Up to Heaven long poem

Up there, the mind of saints is telegnostic And thought is superluminally telepathic; Via sensorial communications anomalous Gnosis and mind are venially synonymous. All is public fare; the personal life is dead And every thought you surfed in your head

Semantic Hide n’ Seek

Semantic Hide n Seek short poem

Granted that I say, What I always needed to; That the words on which I play, Might not seem like a game to you. That the lyrics my brain And tongue spit out Should not come to strain, And I

The Tempting Dance

The Tempting Dance short poem

There she sits waiting with wine glass in hand And so demure, but for the place and time So, I whisked her out of this drunken band ‘Take me home,’ she said, as our watches chime Her room is furnished

Framed

Framed short poem

I stand by the mirror, And lo, I stand framed, till my breath Moistens the glass And I live again To face up the inadequacies That fall in line for me To adorn one after the other Over a sheepish

Windows

Windows prose poem

(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no

Broken

Broken short poem

Broken into a hundred little pieces broken hope broken lies broken highs.

Funeral Of The Lamp

Funeral Of The Lamp long poem

I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years

Scarlet is the color of choice

Scarlet is the color of choice short poem

scarlet were you when I saw you scarlet were your eyes scarlet was rage in you scarlet was desire scarlet was the passion the blood that gushed was scarlet too

Loves Labor

Loves Labor short poem

Marinated Sole, fragrant grains of rice A glass of golden orange with shards of ice Fresh green salads tossed with the desire That the spark of attraction is set on fire The table set with lace and flowers Sparkling crystal

I Don’t Know Why

I Dont Know Why long poem

I already know Me and you, together we belong But if you want to let the others know About the rise and the fall About drunk night beatings because of telephone calls Of emotions and emptiness Yes my mind is

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar long poem

With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die

The Girl At The Lagoon

The Girl At The Lagoon short poem

I watched her as she swam across the lagoon And her smile much brighter than the moon. The clam breeze in the air whispered gently, As if a marching band played a loving tune. I was quickly invited into the

Street View

Street View short poem

Standing at the side of the street, I witness the changes through subsequent visits. A glass tower, built some days back, stands tall, Gobbling away space, around the nearby corner shop, that avoids fall. The corner shop was built few

Find Yourself!

Find Yourself! long poem

There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment.

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment. long poem

‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that

I’m Turning Fifty

Im Turning Fifty prose poem

Oh My “I’M Turning FIFTY” I remember as if I was just a little girl and did not have a care in the world. I saw myself and said gee I cant wait to grow up! I went to middle

Glimpse Of Horrors Untold

Glimpse Of Horrors Untold elegy

Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the

Reflections Of A Life

Reflections Of A Life long poem

Gaze into the mirror at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time or place?

Cattle To The Slaughter

Cattle To The Slaughter short poem

Full to the burst, then some more; mass tending to infinity, space shrunk to a bore. Milked by human greed, coerced by animal need; bodies cursed, souls crushed, cattle to the daily slaughter. Past imperfect, future tense, Tomorrow = yesterday;

Their Reward

Their Reward elegy

Smoke billows and mingling with the dust rises, a solid choking mass that coats with dirty grey the shapes that lie so still. The silence, broken only by a tearful moan, uneasy on the waiting ears of those who stand

Withstand This Gruelling Summer

Withstand This Gruelling Summer short poem

Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear Ere we reach the end of this world. Seasoned love of us that has been shaping For twelve years long Is no more left with hope of fancied ripening And is turning fast to