Best Cornea Poems

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play...

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The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find...

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Once upon a time
Distant memories 
Dawning of morning crystals
Glittering reminder of starlight tears
 
In sunbeam's brilliance
Lighting jewels shine
Songbirds break into chorus
The smallest fragment of a...

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I awake in your dimming eyes

your graying cornea, I feel your pain

through dark lenses I venture to you

even if I can't see you or you...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding...

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Beautiful music warms my cochlea
Awesome footwork amuse my cornea
The spectacle dazzle my cerebrum
Oh splendid scenery,feed my Organs...

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Witnessing the extraordinary commands a special type of eye.
 A boundless saffronic type with cavernous titanium hues
 and puce, indigo, sapphires will only scratch the...

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A token flash from your azure eyes so fair
The snapshot did my ingratiated lids snare
Your sharpened stare did my focus pair
My singed cornea was left...

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I have always been told that some eyes
carried labyrinths in them,
which of course the skepticism in me made
me laugh at the idea;
retina, cornea and optic...

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A time when nature puts a request
everything else stays on hold no matter the quest.

Letting go of the unwanted, already conceived
affecting all even if you’re...

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Once whence the setting sun had sewn her brilliant seams into my eye's horizon,
I received a call from an unknown number on the phone I...

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Brenda planned to survive in pulsating poems
Existential conflicts she resolved beautifully
In her deathbed told her husband to see to it
Needy patients should be handed her...

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We dance across the heavens, like shining stars,
to the never ending beat of our universes heart.
Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey,
aches of...

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If I cannot dream in any other hue,
Then stretched upon my eyes sticks a blue film,
Therefore my cornea cracks and shatters
Because irises trick both the...

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a little light in the eye searches for the illusion. 

grain alcohol filled apparitions stumble through the cornea
 seeking asylum from the light of day....

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