Laurence Overmire


Laurence Overmire Poems

41. The Black Glove Of Anger 2/25/2006
42. Aurora Borealis 2/19/2006
43. Curtain Down 2/19/2006
44. Frankenstein's Little Heads 3/22/2006
45. Who's Glad To See Me? 3/23/2006
46. Unplugged 3/24/2006
47. Dark Theater 12/21/2006
48. Old Stones Never Die 12/23/2006
49. Stuck 12/30/2006
50. Less Than Infinity (October 12,1999) 12/30/2006
51. Unfinished Symphony 12/30/2006
52. Doctor In Spite Of Himself 6/16/2007
53. Alaskan Farewell 3/2/2008
54. Ancestor 3/2/2008
55. Illuminata 3/2/2008
56. Zip-Locked 3/22/2008
57. The Famous Cocky Paul 3/23/2008
58. Step Inside A Poem 3/23/2008
59. Sequoia (Haiku) 3/28/2008
60. Cowboy Balladier (Haiku) 3/28/2008
61. The King (Haiku) 3/28/2008
62. Ago (Haiku) 3/28/2008
63. Moondream (Haiku) 3/28/2008
64. Every Waking Day (Senryu) 3/28/2008
65. The Iranian Girl 3/28/2008
66. Message In A Bottle 3/29/2008
67. Not It 3/29/2008
68. Omega On Alpha 2 3/29/2008
69. Parched (Haiku) 3/29/2008
70. She Walks In Sadness (Haiku) 3/29/2008
71. Tidal (Haiku) 3/29/2008
72. Om 3/29/2008
73. Ghostly (Haiku) 3/29/2008
74. No Turning Back 4/1/2008
75. Ode To A Lost Soul 4/1/2008
76. On The Bottom Shelf 4/1/2008
77. Once In Camelot 4/1/2008
78. Card Game 4/2/2008
79. Cold Driving Rain 4/2/2008
80. Colorado Dreaming 4/2/2008

Comments about Laurence Overmire

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/7/2014 6:55:00 AM)

    nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation

    1 person liked.
    1 person did not like.
Best Poem of Laurence Overmire

Quasimodo: To Esmeralda

i look into your eyes
and see the stars
burning quietly
in a midnight sky
and i am humbled.

what hope have i
to rein a winged foal
dancing on a distant cloud
chasing the maiden moon
as she scatters her delicate veils
of luminous dust
on the sleeping earth below.

what hope have i
disfigured and alone
who cannot speak
and dare not feel
you will not hear the silent voice
that clamors in a trembling heart
you will not see the man
imprisoned by the shackles of his soul
you will not know
me.

i leave you now
lift your ...

Read the full of Quasimodo: To Esmeralda

Bards In Arms

Poetry is the last bastion of free speech
The people's pure unfettered voice
We shall defend it at all costs
Against the numbing multitudes
The clamoring adversaries of the free word
The dull-witted patsies, posturing poseurs and
Picky pedants who would
Clamp our verse in chains

[Report Error]