Laurence Overmire


Laurence Overmire Poems

241. Family Portrait 5/12/2008
242. Father And Son 5/12/2008
243. Let's Be Blunt 5/12/2008
244. Faust On A Cell Phone 5/15/2008
245. Fear 5/15/2008
246. Fingers (Senryu) 5/16/2008
247. Fireside Flicker 5/16/2008
248. First Snow (Haiku) 5/16/2008
249. Fool's Gold 5/17/2008
250. From The Ash 5/22/2008
251. From The French 5/22/2008
252. Black Jet 5/23/2008
253. Funicular (Haiku) 5/24/2008
254. Generation X? 5/28/2008
255. Give It To Me 5/30/2008
256. Glass Houses 5/31/2008
257. Spider's Web 6/1/2008
258. Good And Bad 6/5/2008
259. Gunslingers And Mudslingers 6/5/2008
260. Gypsy Heart 6/6/2008
261. Gyroscope 6/6/2008
262. Gauntlets 6/7/2008
263. Hamlet At Wittenberg 6/10/2008
264. Hang It, Dang It 6/11/2008
265. Hiding Under The Covers 6/13/2008
266. Alternate Universe 4/27/2008
267. Another Birthday 4/27/2008
268. Day Dream 5/1/2008
269. Droplet (Haiku) 5/4/2008
270. Drum Solo 5/4/2008
271. Dull Revenge 5/5/2008
272. E.E. Cum C (A Tribute To E.E. Cummings) 5/5/2008
273. East Side Ladies 5/5/2008
274. Don'T Interfere 5/2/2008
275. Forgiveness 5/18/2008
276. Formation 5/19/2008
277. Homestead 6/16/2008
278. I Asked (Haiku) 6/17/2008
279. I Want To Be 6/18/2008
280. Dowdy Won'T Doody 11/15/2004

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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