Laurence Overmire


Laurence Overmire Poems

281. The Making Of A Man 12/9/2006
282. The Amish Girl 12/9/2006
283. Ode To An Endangered Species 12/18/2006
284. Still Life With Knife 12/23/2006
285. Seven Set Free, Jan.28,1986 (A Tribute To The Space Shuttle Challenger) 1/15/2007
286. Deadly Truths 4/14/2011
287. Clarion 4/22/2011
288. Last Card 4/28/2011
289. Anti-Gravity 5/4/2013
290. An Actor Prepared 5/4/2013
291. Candle 5/4/2013
292. Caliban In Moonlight 5/21/2014
293. All A Blur 7/8/2014
294. In Times Of Trouble 5/2/2015
295. In A Tiny Room 6/23/2008
296. Weird Emily 11/15/2004
297. The First Taste Of Beer 2/25/2006
298. Techno Man 4/4/2008
299. Imprecision 6/19/2008
300. Free Speech 5/21/2008
301. Equal Opportunity Knocks 5/3/2008
302. Hieroglyphic (Haiku) 6/14/2008
303. For A Loaf Of Rembrandt 5/17/2008
304. Elusive 5/6/2008
305. Daybreak (Haiku) 5/1/2008
306. Differences 5/2/2008
307. Filler 4/26/2008
308. Winners And Losers 4/18/2008
309. Chasing A Tail 4/19/2008
310. The Wall 4/16/2008
311. Self-Fulfilling Prophecy 4/12/2008
312. The Smoke Of Gallipoli 4/16/2008
313. Minimum Wage 4/8/2008
314. Lost Masterpiece 4/8/2008
315. Interlopers 4/7/2008
316. Bitter Sweet (Senryu) 4/6/2008
317. Mt. Rushmore (Senryu) 4/5/2008
318. Eight-Year-Old, Learning To Skate 4/4/2008
319. Asleep At The Switch 4/3/2008
320. The Lost (A Haiku In Memory Of Jfk Jr.) 3/28/2008

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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