This is our responsibility

More and more blind People are coming online with special programs. I heard it through the grapevine they're coming mostly to poem websites. They're looking to be told how the world is from poets. Nobody makes poems for the blind if they do you know we could do it better. So the competition is: Described this world to someone who can't see : warning if you use a visual to describe a visual then you and your poem will both be stupid. Let's try to avoid this please

You can choose to lie to them and tell them that the world is a shit hole or you could tell them the truth that's its beautiful.

All new poems
one entry
Extra points given to poems of erotica(I think they would like that)

Why is it lying if we write it's a shit hole?  (with some beautiful people in it) ... but none the less a shit hole.

SUMMER WAVES (haiku)

blind date describe me the weather

a rainbow looks like the sound of a gay pride march
the clouds look like the taste of ash sprinkled on ice cream
the houses look like the feeling of falling
and they stretch away forever
all the people are white unless theyre not
and beautiful unless they have personality
i am a goddess
and i made this for you

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TAKE MY HAND


Take my hand and come with me

On a walk to the ocean

Take your cane and hold on

I will not let you fall


Can you feel the breeze

Against your cheek?

Breathe deeply now

And you will smell the salt in the air

Be careful now, there is a crack

I see you found it and we go near

Some fragrant flowers

Here, take a sniff, isn't it intoxicating

There is more sand as we approach the ocean

Do you want to take off your shoes

We will walk barefoot on the shore

How does that feel

The cooling waves and the soft wet sand

Can you hear the surf pounding away

Relentlessly, all the long day

If you want to swim, hang on to me

We will not go in so far

Just take off your shift

We are in our bathing suits

Hang on to my arm


I see the smile on your face

I see the wind blowing your long hair

Is this not a wonderful thing

To be two mermaids in the sea

Dear friend, I am so happy that you are enjoying

The magic of the ocean


Now be careful of the undertow

We can paddle around a bit

When you  want to go back, let me know

My friend swims remarkably well

I am at her side, she can tell

In this watery world she knows she is a queen

You can swim, sight unseen


We dry up and go home

Tomorrow we go to the rose garden

Then out to lunch

Get your taste buds ready

For your senses minus seeing

Can heaven touch.

“Shooting Stars”
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Breathe deep
my Earthly-friends
and take my hand,
we’ll walk this great-land,
side by side,
you
and me,
us,
together in perfect-harmony.
You’ll feel the wind
running
through your hair,
smell the cool air
coming down
from the mountains,
it’s so refreshing,
majestic.
We are true children of the universe,
all of the miracles
of the heavenly-cosmos
are right here
in our fingertips,
in the palms of our hands.
Spread your arms
bask in total-joy,
face the warmth,
(called the sun),
those feather-touches,
the falling leaves
from the swirling trees
surrounding us
kissing the breezes.
Shout at the top of
your lungs what
you have to offer,
(which is much),
ask for strength,
go to great lengths
to explore the bounds
of your own realities.
And remember,
do not allow
infirmities to
keep you back,
hold you at bay,
it’s one foot in front of the other,
the world is waiting
for you to bloom,
it’s whatever you want it to be,
release your inner light.
Oh, my blind-friends,
there’s room for
each of us
every day
to be shooting-stars,
flashes across the dark sky
for posterity,
you shine-on.

I have had a report from the mother of a 24-year-old blind woman. She was moved to tears of joy. She loved all of them so far.She told me to tell you all that you are beautiful people.WoW I agree.

Thank you for running such a creative competition!
Kitty

West Texas

My favorite part of the day
Is when the sounds of city fade,
Deep in the country of Texas.

When the oven heat
That turned the ground brittle,
Like toast,
Has cooled just enough to breath.

I like to take off my shoes
And run my toes in the dirt -
Dry, brittle, little crumbs of dirt.
For underneath, having awaited all day,
Is the cool, refreshing ice,
Of soft, sugar like sand.

A wind howls by in a painful moan,
Even he cannot escape the heat.
He bring with him,
A dry, dusty taste.
That laughs upon my tongue.
For there is no water to get it out.

A joyful day when I feel the grass,
Desperately trying to grow.
Her hair is soft with prickled tips,
That died to fast to know,
The cool of summer rain.

A dog barks slowly,
Far away from me,
A warning of a coyote,
Or a fluffy twitching rabbit,
Who met a natures fate.

Sound is magnified,
Though it labored in the heat,
Touch is something desperate,
When all things try to melt,
Taste is not necessary,
For the dust never seems to leave,
And all I can smell
Is oil and cows,
Blowing their way past me.

My favorite part of the day
Is when the sounds of city fade,
Deep in the country of Texas.

I have GOT to get in on this, I will be back for sure!

Hmmmm to describe a world to someone who will never see it makes a heart as cold as mine burn hatred for the dieties who make it so
I am the luckiest bastard alive because at 25 I realise how perfect the world is,
The world is fucked and sometimes the touch of a womans skin with your eyes closed is you only salvation
I have seen everything from entire coastlines made up of hexagonal rocks and very old shell
To a waterfall with a drop down to hell
And at the thought of you never beholding these makes my heart ache and break and swallow itself to deletion at a world so cruel to be just behind a human with bad transmission
So listen to me when I say that some of the most beautiful things even 20 20 cant see like the smell of the sea
Step outside into the sunshine you cant behold and remove your shirt or shawl or robe and feel it
Fuck the world for all to see but caress it for how it makes you feel
Breath even if its a foul stench because what you are seeing in the darkness Is life carrying on with its most beautiful sights and sounds at your mercy
But remember the next time you frown from not seeing the ground that compared to us you are lucky
For you hear the beauty, you taste the beauty, you smell the beauty and you feel the beauty,
The poor bastards who can see are the ones who behold what we have let such a beautiful place become
The world for what it was meant to be is truely only a place the blind can call home

The Journey Through a Wicked World
At the age of seventeen
I am realizing rather quickly
How much darkness surrounds us
This world is not as it is said to be

I want to see the oceans
Stand on a cliff over looking the vast waters
Closing my eyes
Feeling the wind blow the hair from my face
The oceans mist kiss my cheeks ever so lightly
The call of the birds and sea lions to their partners

I want to climb the mountains
Feeling the cold seep through my layers
As I stand atop the world
Staring at universes creation

I wish to journey to the north
To see the Northern Lights
As well as
The un-polluted star blazen skies

I hear that the Northern Lights
Are like rivers of different colors
Dancing with each other across the heavens
No one to tell them no or where to go
They move how ever they wish
No plans, they just move as their hearts command

The star blazen skies
For me is like the warmth of the sun
Multiplied ten fold
But it is a pleasure for only the eyes
If olny I could describe it
All I can say is, I would rather die than never be able to see their beauty

I want to backpack across eastern Europe
I want to experience the thrill of Ireland
Listen to the accents
Hear the folklore
I want to see the rolling planes
Like oceans of green grass

But most of all
In this lifetime
In this messed up wicked world
What I want to experience
Is the love
Of a woman that will be with me through everything

If I do nothing else in this world
Except find my match
Then I can die
With no regrets

Live for today
Because you may not be here tomorrow

That is my fourth and final attempt at it haha.

Loving Life

I'd never seen the world the way he had
Never seen it at all
Yet he taught me what others were afraid to say

He told me one day
Stand straight
Tall
Mighty

Placed something on my arm
Asked me what I felt?
Tiny tentacles tenaciously traced and tickled my skin
It was a caterpillar

He told me
He is you
And you are a mountain, and there are many mountains.
Do you understand?

Yes, I said

Lean back your head
Open your mouth
Cup your hands in front of you

He slowly poured water into my mouth and told me

Don't swallow

Within my hands something was dropped
Frantic fluttering flesh floundered within

He said
It's a goldfish, what will you do?
Remember you are the mountain

Gently I bathed the minnow
My breath became his

The mountains feed the oceans
And the oceans feed us
Understand?

Yes, I said

Next he placed a rock in my hand
This I knew, but he asked

What is it?

I didn't understand

Is it
Gold
Silver
A diamond

His voice now cutting and impatient

I almost started to laugh
When I felt him grip my throat
Hardened heavy hands in harsh reproach

I was gasping
Heart pounding
Crying

Give me the rock
was all he demanded

I dropped it

How could you ...
Why'd you do that?
I screamed

I'm the mountain!

I am the mountain!

You said I was the mountain,
tears washed words sputtering from my lips

I
Am
Man

Do you understand?

Vary good all of them.