The Beauty of An Eye

Piercing through the blank of an eye, You can see the encrypted true intentions, Every truth and every truth’s lie, Strain and tensions. Vehement emotions come and leave, And the iris shifts sequently. A myriad of colors break and weave, Yet unchanged frequently. Each one has a different tale to tell, Love, hate, war, grief, The window to a forsaken hell, Behind the revealing motif. What do yours have suppressed in the deep, Coiled in the eye’s phantasm? The thoughts ablaze, Covered in cold glaze, All seep through the pupil’s chasm.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Georgieva Avatar
November 2, 2019 at 1:16 AM
hmm well i am not sure if eyes are always honest..sometimes people can say something untrue and their eyes be completely still without being able to tell they lie. but even so, I also have passion for eyes as they are so different and mysteryous:)
Loaifhshfasjkh Avatar
November 5, 2019 at 10:58 AM
Well I'd say there's always some truth to what they say, but you have a point.
Georgieva Avatar
October 30, 2019 at 2:31 PM
Wow, amazing and touching poem!
Loaifhshfasjkh Avatar
October 31, 2019 at 8:43 AM
Thank you, in art and writing I've always had a strange love for eyes. It sounds a bit weird, but I think they're the only part of a person that's always honest.
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