Laurence Overmire


Laurence Overmire Poems

201. Broken Compass 4/19/2008
202. The Attic 4/19/2008
203. Blows To The Head 4/19/2008
204. Thine Own 4/20/2008
205. Poetry Is Dead 4/20/2008
206. Word To The Latecomer 4/20/2008
207. When Flora Opened The Door 4/20/2008
208. Willie At The Foot Of The Bed (An Ode To Mary Todd Lincoln) 4/20/2008
209. Dangle (Senryu) 4/21/2008
210. Infernal (Senryu) 4/21/2008
211. Back Turned (Senryu) 4/21/2008
212. The Dark Side Of The Moon 4/23/2008
213. Skin Deep 4/23/2008
214. Nuclear Age 4/23/2008
215. Unable To Label 4/24/2008
216. The Warrior 4/24/2008
217. Pop Goes The Bubble 4/20/2008
218. Et Tu, Camus 4/20/2008
219. No Shield For Perseus 4/20/2008
220. Once A Year 4/21/2008
221. A Garret In Arles 4/24/2008
222. Drift 4/25/2008
223. Distinction 4/25/2008
224. Deuces Wild 4/25/2008
225. Dying Breed 4/25/2008
226. The Warning Of Tombstones 4/16/2008
227. Another Cup Of Tea? 4/26/2008
228. Arrivals And Departures 4/26/2008
229. Castle Loch 4/28/2008
230. Bernhardt On Her Knees 4/29/2008
231. Begin, Begat, Begone 4/29/2008
232. Chomping At The Bic 4/30/2008
233. Elvis 5/7/2008
234. Et Tu Brute 5/8/2008
235. Eulogy 5/9/2008
236. Excuse Me, Mr. Pranklin 5/9/2008
237. Elegy 5/10/2008
238. Expo 2020 5/10/2008
239. Extremes Of Right And Left 5/10/2008
240. Famed 5/11/2008

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

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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 ...

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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

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