Best Eye Socket Poems
French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale
Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For dabbling in Black Magic, this madam was burned
A century passed with the curse’s power unlearned
The diamond was then bestowed on Marie Antoinette
For wearing it with boastful pride, Marie lost her head
She lost respect from the commoners of her nation
This gem has since been linked to the French Revolution
Cut far smaller, the gem resurfaced, 1830
When a London banker bought the rock of infamy
Henry Thomas Hope survived; the curse appeared to break
For 70 years the Hope Diamond’s wrath lay in state
A Hope heir’s marriage collapsed; his wife evoked the curse
As she foretold, subsequent owners’ fates would be worse
French broker Jacques Colot went mad, suicide his road
Sultan “Abdul the Damned,” insane after being deposed
Then to an American the Hope Diamond was sold
Washington Post owner Maclean watched horrors unfold
Other household members died, but it was Maclean’s son
Ten years old, struck by a car, his Dad’s mind came undone
Ultra-light ray tests caused the mystery diamond to glow
With safety in mind, Hope’s eerie stone found a new home
It remained locked on display in the Smithsonian
Could it be to blame for all that’s wrong in Washington?
Tragedy also tied to raiders of King Tut’s tomb
Perhaps lessons can be gleaned from those who met their doom
Robbing temples, burial sites, outcomes always bad
Greedy souls’ quests for wealth can leave them totally mad
So don’t expect me to purchase a diamond in the rough
Considering this gem’s history, a sandstone’s quite enough
Categories:
eye socket, history, mysterylost, hope, lost,
Form:
Quatrain
Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future
Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex
A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age
I love you mom
My son KJ often asks of you
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother
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I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....
Categories:
eye socket, family, mothermother, mom, love,
Form:
Free verse
The heat of your breath hitting against me
Firing up my insides...seethingly sexy
Against my neck fascination begins
Bearing your silken Latin mocha skin
Wanton chocolate eyes melt me again
Dozens of synergies and elements connect
None I have had ...ever had this effect
Feeling like a kid :) ...hands in your pocket
Pressing your cool nose against my eye socket... :)
Silly me ....enjoying the simplest fun feeling
Slowly I exhale ...soothingly healing
Cherry wood pops in the fireplace tonight
You craving my passion lust takes it's bite
Complete and rightous I invincibly smile
Kiss me again love, let's mesh for a while....
Take me in the room walk me single file ~
Categories:
eye socket, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, people,
Form:
Rhyme
DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.
There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane,
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was narky to the neighborhoods children,
Including me,
We discovered this human was woman with
One large bosom!
She lived on her own, no children or husband,
Or even a pet,
She always wore the same apron, her hands always
Hidden in this grubby apron,
My friends decided on a bet,
That she had a gun and would should shoot,
Us all dead
Why else would she always keep her hands
In her apron we said!
We could never have guessed the truth
About this apron.
One day we saw two young girls laughing at her
She was furious, fiddled in her apron
And immediately,
Upon doing this, the girls fell, and each
Broke a leg!
We couldn’t believe what we had seen, I noticed a
Hairpin on the path, going back, very sharp,
And then another and another,
Each one, a different color.
Obviously someone was throwing the
Used pins away,
In a very careless way!
I have to find out what is in her apron pocket,
I said to my friends, so early the next day,
We all met
Behind her house, I was chosen to be
The pickpocket,
So I crept along the bushes outside her house
Waiting for her to have her afternoon snooze,
I saw a locket around her neck which was open
And from it peeped bright colored
Hairpins, she was asleep,
With one eye open, I thought I could see
Her eye socket!
Terrified I stretched out my hand, put it gently
Into her apron pocket,
And pulled out a tattered faceless little doll,
Home made from potato sackcloth,
A voodoo doll, screamed James,
He was certainly not wrong for he played
A great deal of TV horror games!
She obviously pricked the voodoo doll
With colored pins,
Every time someone annoyed her, she would one
Day pay for her sins!
As quickly as we could we ran to the nearest drain
Down the street and dropped it in, it fell silently
And disappeared, gone forever,
That woman was not sane!
The next day early we walked towards her house,
The house was empty and the horrid old witch gone,
We breathed a sigh of relief as we watched
A new morning dawn!
Contest: Down a storm drain, gone forever,
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date entered: 2019/03/02
Categories:
eye socket, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Old Death is a scar,
an empty eye socket, a lost limb.
It has been grieved and we leave it alone
most of the time except on long drives
or sleepless nights.
New Death is a police siren behind you,
a baby crying for you in the night
in a house on fire.
New Death is bright red.
Old Death is brown.
We can pick it up and put it down.
New Death picks us up and
puts us down when it wants to.
New Death is a mugger in an alley
on your way home.
Leather jacket, whiskey breath,
fear smell, switch blade at your throat.
That's New Death.
It mugs you and steals your life
for years or forever.
Old Death is a tight uniform you wore,
you try it on once in a while.
You were drafted in the Regiment of Pain.
It doesn't fit, you don't wear it
but you will never be the same again.
You have your memories at that private war with Death.
You are a veteran now.
But the Private Pain mellows into General Acceptance
and the poignancy turns to peace
and all New Death will lose it's sting
with time and God's help forever.
Categories:
eye socket, death, faith, loss, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
A bullfrog jumped into my eye socket today.
Pushed my retina aside, and was clearly on his way.
I can feel him jumping around. My sight is blurry.
Doctor, please come quick, as if you are in a hurry.
Categories:
eye socket, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Light Verse
I am standing
In a line scene
Cuz my body
Needs its caffeine
And in front of me some dink
Orders a confusing drink
Now he’s changing ‘round his order
With our patients growing shorter
And a sword from
Someone’s pocket
Now sticks through the
Guy’s eye socket
Du du du du
Du du du du
Du du du-du du-du du-du...
Categories:
eye socket, anger, angst, giggle, music,
Form:
Lyric
The Ones I Love
THIS HURTS
I've been run over by a jeep
I’ve smashed in the mouth with a bat
had a fractured eye socket
multiple face fractures
whole left side of my face fractured and swollen
nose crushed, broken, and broken again
BUT THIS HURTS
my heart is breaking
all my life has been on the roads less travelled
I've met hundreds, I dare say thousands of people
only a handful I've called friends, kindred souls
the ones I love
why
why
why do i lose the ones I love
lose them forever
I always lose the ones I really love
THIS HURT IS TOO PAINFUL
run me over, shoot me, shove me off a cliff
anything
just stop this heart hurt
it's gonna break for good someday
a heart can only break so many times
This poem was inspired by, and is dedicated to Larry Gibb
7/22/51 to 12/13/11
He possessed the National Defense Service Medal as well as the Vietnam Campaign Medal
Also dedicated to my sister Renee Keller deceased 1/24/12
And now I’m also dedicating it to my Brother-In-Law Key Standlee deceased 6/19/2013
He was a Navy, Vietnam War Veteran, and retired Corrections Officer, and new proud Grampa
I had to open a new account and can't get to my poems unless I Google myself.
Categories:
eye socket, dedication,
Form:
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Ten
Of late dying yellowing orange rays glint through the turret
Where neither muezzin nor mullah bids the sun to set
Lyceen lassies in threes swear by a ghostly figure
A gaunt gray-bearded lean man with hollows for the eye-socket
Amble past their school his eyes fixed past the lake’s horizon
Not one amidst the believers chanting on Fridays the orison
Decked in white djellabas, black gilets and leather sandals
Vollschlang women in wobbling overalls shuffling by their men
Some say there he stood the Bard lone long at the swimming pool
Others, nay, he passed oblivious the Boating Club’s rowing school
His glazed eyes as in a mystic Sufi opium swirl
The mad red poison coursing his veins for a long-pined girl
He wafted through trodden paths of dark red cranberry bushes
Passing as though through the unsuspecting strollers in bunches
Sometimes he’d tarry to gaze at the waters along her supine spine
And just as duty-bound waft towards where dipped her eye-lashes
Alas! Not for Khayyam the chant of the murmuring masses
Nor the bouncy cadences of West Indian steel band noises
Nor the drunk-driven drumming of the marathon stompings
Only the eerie wailing the Maiden of the Main voices!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
eye socket, allegory,
Form:
Quatrain
Dum de Dum
I play all day long, while strumming my black and grey tented guitar into a funky tune
A vibration of eagerness and excitement fills me, inside the pit of my stomach
My black painted smooth lips lift off of my face, and into an upright motion
Already spread across my face in awe, I listen to the beat of the highs and lows
Stop,
Turn the music off
Play the guitar,
I'm mimicking the exact movements and sounds as Benjamin Burnley
As I sit strumming the guitar in a fast paste
Think,
I slow things down with my mind
I'm now at ease
Dum de Dum,
I sing along with the thrum of my guitar
I'm jumping up and all around, screaming and shouting
I'm on my knees kicking and enjoying this feeling I have right now
Stomp,
I stomp all over the place, letting all the anger in me flow into my music
Ahhh, I bark with enthusiasm
An evil grin spreads evenly across the yellow platform, just below my pierced nose
I'm enjoying this and a tear is forming inside of my eye socket, near a scar underneath
Oh' yes, it's about to happen
Here comes the bridge
Thump,
Clump,
Strum,
De boom
I'm near the end, now I'm lowering my head
And as I strum the last string that leads to a last beat
Bam, it hits me
I just played my way through this painful day of my aunt's death
I know my calling
Categories:
eye socket, death, family, inspirational, loss,
Form:
Petrichor is practically visible.
As the sun breaks rain, taste buds evaporate memory.
Profound liquid circumstantially accumulate round eye perimeter.
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints.
Always locate how normal you are.
Lie about where?
Sniff some evaporated rain water here; mind you.
Point your nose holes up, there.
Roll some eye socket joints.
Always locate how normal you are.
Lie about where?
-Ironic Zinc
6-09-16
Categories:
eye socket, allusion, deep, memory, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
Categories:
eye socket, anti bullying, bible, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
We stumbled down the bar last night
for a couple of pots and a fight
We started on Beer, just for good cheer
and then Brandy for good measure
she sat with us at the end of the bar
and said her name was Treasure
Some bloke said he was off to bed
and asked, could he take Treasure.
Now Treasure happens to be the wife
of a chum of mine whose doing Life
in a Central Prison somewhere
I said I would take good care of her
He pulled out a knife and said he'd do life
and it would be a pleasure to cut my throat
He was only thinking of his mate "The Goat"
and looking after Treasure!
I knew his motive led him to bedding Treasure.
So I bought him drinks and let him think
that he'd got the better of me
and when he was well and truly oiled
I said I need a pee and did he?
He agreed with me!
I smashed my glass, that made him blink!
We strolled out into the dark backyard
he was really taking his leisure
He smiled and murmured under his breath
as he fumbled with his fly.
He thought I didn't hear, but I did
I heard his sigh as he murmured "Treasure"
The bottle I'd hid in my overcoat pocket
broke on his face and took out his eye socket
All for that small sigh of pleasure
while fumbling with his dick
he would have to die quick
because no one messed with Treasure
Categories:
eye socket, abuse, addiction, africa, anger,
Form:
Free verse
The blue horizons growing blacker by the momentIt is like fading away into nothingnessno place to go and no one comesThe future is smeared by raindrops from these bluesI would still be crying on the floor but angerwelled up changing it to something else Denying the deep pains release,trapped in a fiery red lie of discontentMeanwhile I anxiously await the blackened wing of deathOppressed with cheerless days or was it just one long dayI would still be crying but the dark confusion stealsa little more, as for the hurt, healing is not allowedWhile you limp upon your crutches,around and around Golgotha’s hillOnly looking into the fractured eye socket,for you cannot lift your head any higherWallowing in your self-loathing, as the thick mud dries and hardens,then clawing at the empty space, that lies in you bosom,without hope in a sad world of disillusionEmpty bottles break, as you sit on the cliffAlthough spiraling drunkenness never easesthe twilight or was it the dawn Then more troubles gather like vultures,to pick at your fragile skeleton of soulYou watch with utter horror,then with rotten jealously as they feedbut I would still be crying;I have too much to declare.
Categories:
eye socket, anxiety, art, betrayal, dark,
Form:
Free verse
australian numbat is cuter than a chipmunk, monkey or cat.
with deep claws that know how to dig out food so fat.
tiny brown eyes and shiny nose remind us of the snout of a deer.
his striped eye socket is chipmunk-like, and crystal clear.
termites are the numbat’s diet of choice of course.
never a poetic subject of Poe or Joyce, like a horse.
but he devours termites twenty thousand strong.
not yearly, but daily. I do not think this is wrong.
reptiles and raptors – pythons and eagles too….
try to catch and devour numbats as foxes do.
numbats sense of smell is overly developed, keen.
at Yookamurra Sanctuary they can easily be seen.
mumbats' caves and cottages are actually hollow logs.
where he can hide from feral cats and dogs.
george moore recorded his first one in 1833.
“Looks like a squirrel, weasel or striped cat to me.”
Categories:
eye socket, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Rhyme