Best Eyeglass Poems
Hope and
Hold the dream
Or you will die fast
Life is the name of-
struggling frantic procession, chaotic crowd,
lunatic tsunami of the ocean, scream on the
broken coast, scorching sunlight, ghostly
thunderstorm, corpse lines for covid-19,
war face of country to country, scenery of poverty,
where you can lose yourself unanimously
So, hold the dream fast or you will die easily
Life is the name of-
winter shawl of father, prayer-mat of mother,
morning tea time of spouse, child’s undue demands,
beautiful dawn of dewdrops, songs of flying birds,
autumnal sun, Buddhist full-moon, love at first sight,
elopement flight, honeymoon night, smiles in bridal bower,
where you can lose yourself without a true life’s fair
So, hold the dream fast or your will die with vanity care
Life is the name of-
a poetry, mixed up poetry morning, sipping tea through
the gap of poet’s eyeglass, benumbed body of the newspaper
on the corridor’s table, banded together bathing of ducks,
velvet touching of blooming flower, reddish sky canvas of twilight,
lights of the evening lamp, prayer of crickets in deserted room,
where you can lose yourself in self-indulgence dome
So, hold the dream fast or your will die without wisdom
They say, "poet lives in future, the reader in present and critic in past"
I say, "live in truth with hope, hold the dream and care the dream fast"
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/11/2022
Categories:
eyeglass, dream, hope,
Form:
Free verse
There's a false chord in the lullaby.
There's a dagger in the hand.
There's a stinger in the butterfly.
There's a scorpion in the sand.
There's harshness in the laugh.
A fist in velvet glove
A dead bird in your path
Contempt behind the love
Crushed eyeglass near your car
Banana peel on the floor
Bent nail gives you a jar.
Omens you can't ignore.
Some say you must be kept down.
They see no need to tell you why.
No tossed rope to those who drown.
No effort to tell truth from lie.
Some wish to force your view.
Some wish to mold your mind.
Back in the clamor, who rings true?
Who is wicked, who is kind?
There is no art as Shakespeare said
To know the mind from the face
In some hearts all good is dead
Extremes make up the human race.
Sure, they'll use every soaring phrase
But their hearts are full of hate
They'll follow any political craze
You'll see through them, but too late.
Categories:
eyeglass, anti bullying, betrayal, evil,
Form:
Lyric
Early in the morning when the air was lying still
A ladybug was right outside, on my window sill.
"What the hell you looking at? I hope you get your fill.
Get on you little redhead, go find a daffodil".
Now I'm drinking at the pool and soaking up the grass,
Here comes the ladybug again and landed on my glass.
Shining like a ruby with a little bit of sass
She flipped her wings looked at me and then she made a pass!
"You wanna have a date?", she asked, her spots about to pop.
I cleared my throat, then I asked her if she was a cop.
She scoffed and looked away with a dramatic drawn out "Noooooo".
"C'mon" said she, "were wasting time. How about a go?"
We moved into the bar, she acted like she knew the game.
We bellied up with awkward chat, the barkeep knew her name!
"A mojito, hold the juice and ice? With aphids on the side?"
The lady gave a nod as if she had something to hide.
She climbed up on my shoulder and tickled on my ear.
She played along my eyeglass frames, said "Let's get out of here!"
We settled up, then settled down in the comfort of my room.
Turned on the air, brushed my teeth, Judge Judy on the tube.
In the mirror she buffed her wings, and tired from the booze....
"These heels are killing me" she said, slipped off a half-dozen shoes.
But in the sack, looking back, though my Lady was a pro,
In passion's heat, I was puzzled why she referred to me as "Bro".
I bolted up, she crawled away with a disappointed sigh.
Got outta bed, picked up her shoes. My Lady was a guy!
So if you ever visit here beware, you need to be more shrewd.
The ladybug that works this place, could might just be a dude.
Submitted: Naughty Yet Innocent Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
3/3/22
Categories:
eyeglass, cute love, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Ballad
Something was moving in the grass
I couldn’t really figure out what it was
It looked like a creature with mustache
I could barely see with my pair of eyeglass
It just kept me guessing and wondering
I just wished it was such a lovely thing
Not something that’s so ugly or terrifying
Poisonous or critter that bites or stings
It never created any single sound
Until my dog went sniffing around
In the grass, I saw movements abound
Looked like it was going to mound
Suddenly my dog barked aloud
So brave like a hero making me proud
But the grass was so thick to shroud
My dog pulled it, my joy reached the clouds
It was an adorable chubby guinea pig
Spots on head made it like wearing a wig
Front paws were holding a green twig
I held it in my arms, I swayed with a jig
March 28, 2023 9.12pm
Categories:
eyeglass, care,
Form:
Rhyme
One cold, stormy and dreary night
While I was long lost in my musing,
There came a knocking, faint and light
Yet startled me from my dozing.
In the grim glow of a solitary candle
I got out of my old chair acreaking
And to the front door I did waddle,
Through the eyeglass began peeking.
Except for the road with such bleak a plight,
As was snow dust drifting and swirling,
There was but not a soul in sight
So much so, my heart began racing.
Frozen to the ground I stood still,
Deep into the darkness I kept peering,
In the grip of fear and weak of will,
Who might be? I kept wondering.
With a rush of uncommon valor and insight,
I nudged ajar my dwelling door
to explore this mystery of my fright --
Lo, merely darkness there and nothing more!
With a smile and back in my chair;
Once again I heard now a loud tapping,
To confront the intruder, clear and fair
And unravel this behavior beguiling,
I marched emboldened to the door
And opened it wide now unfearing,
Hoping only darkness there and no more
And forever stop this irksome rapping.
With cold sweat welling on my brow,
Perched upon my front porch railing,
Emerged from darkness a carrion crow
Where it appears to have taken to roosting!
A stealer of soul, messenger of death,
With its beady black eyes kept at me looking,
Brooding over to let me live a few more breath
With a sly smile on its beak amocking.
With a choking dismay I crumpled to the floor,
Drenched in cold sweat, shivering, fluttering;
When I raised my head the crow was no more --
A close encounter or was I just dreaming?
~For Kelly Deschler's "My Last Contest"
~ Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven"
~ For the contest: "The Raven" by Kelly Deschler.
Categories:
eyeglass, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Take a pure shot from where you stand
and print me just the way I am
with no added colour of admiration,
3D effects of willingness,
or glossy prints of encouraging stimulus
For where I stand,
has no milky waterfalls, nor honey forestry
but
Silky anger and honey foretaste of the sweet stress that lies ahead,
coated with muddy sand and dry season
Take a pure shot from where you stand
Please, don’t add rainbow gestures to the picture
because it’s been a while I have seen nor said hello to the vivid rainbow
This is because
the eyeglass of the lively rainbow is cracked
So it can’t see me either,
this has swallowed It’s speech
and rendered it,
emotionally heartless
I don’t blame nor judge its sudden lippy disrespect
for I know,
it doesn’t want to damage further,
blench or bleach itself into my loopy shoes
Take a pure shot from where you stand
Please, don’t print me in coloured
because I am left in a monochrome mood
wondering in an unrealized lessened globe
Take a pure shot from where you stand
don’t take the shot with the camera flash light
so that you shall have a real feel of the darkened purity,
which possesses the surrounding of where I accusingly pose
Don’t conclude my picture
or exclusively judge me as a loser
For I am not!
If you think I am,
try posing a second in my picture,
while I take the picture from where you stand
Categories:
eyeglass, dedication, me, me, rainbow,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
burn the eyeglass for a remedy.
knowing now that the leaves have died before.
A northern winds swollen eyelids cast little doubt.......
that there will once again be a skeleton diagram.
that there will once again be a linear vertebrae.
a little persistent recollection of the bosom unravels
in the wind and says that he is walking upright.
looking down at his foot steps science tells him
that it will be a late spring.
Categories:
eyeglass, allegory, change,
Form:
Ballad
Chariot trail of
diamonds discerned through a
Jewelers' eyeglass.
A. Green
Categories:
eyeglass, imagination
Form:
Haiku
The eyeglass store’s brand new; it moved
From just across the street.
The stock is current, fresh and cool;
Displays are nice and neat.
But unlike some establishments,
Its style is from the past.
The frames are under lock and key,
Although the choice is vast.
So every time I saw one
I’d consider for myself,
A store employee with a key’d
Unlock the drawer or shelf.
He’d watch me as I’d try it on
And wait for my decision.
My interest waned beneath the weight
Of constant supervision.
In other shops the customer
Is left to his devices
To try on every single pair
That possibly entices.
I left the store with my old glasses
Perched upon my face.
My search will now continue
At a far more trusting place.
Categories:
eyeglass, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
Ur smiles are like waoh,
I can really shout loud,
Mere gazing I just can't help it,
I see the truth in ur smiles,
I see U I'm satisfied.
Feeling alrite seeing you 4rm afar,
Shhh it make me fly nd high,
Elevated like an arranged brick,
You what I see wen I see,
The mirror I see 2rugh.
U re all ve being 2rugh,
The words of my heart come 2rugh,
U re one of my dreams come 2rugh,
D break2rugh I ve being 2rugh.
The lens of my eyeglass,
The stars of my stars,
D soft part of my heart,
All this in. Ur smile,
Awesomely awesome smile.
Of urs. I luv them all.
Categories:
eyeglass, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Epic
The globe rotates like a clock
where it is coated by a glass
I am in the midst of globe
and clock like a sun
I look the world through my window, the eye,
Rotating like a clock and seeing the world
hidden secrets in the air,
Where it reaches my ear.
The globe, neither a volley ball or football
its my eyeball rotating ever
and living in me ever
its coated by glass, my eyeglass
The globe, neither a radio nor television
it's wandering hidden secrets in air
and reach my ear soon
the secret, coated by the world , the people.
U.s.Aurrobindhan
Categories:
eyeglass, nature, world,
Form:
Free verse
"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land,
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam,
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass,
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation,
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal,
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism,
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism,
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism,
Great time in new testament holding grace!
Categories:
eyeglass, 3rd grade,
Form:
Personification
Don Key the Donkey
Was a silly ass
He had big donkey ears
And wore an eyeglass
Looking very dapper
And extremely smart
It was his day off from pulling his cart
He liked going out
And enjoyed a laugh
As I mentioned earlier
He was daft
He dressed up
And looked like a Toff
He tried to look trendy
On his days off
Don wore a bow tie
Red with Yellow dots
He wore a patterned waistcoat
Of which he had a lot
He collected waistcoats
All in many hues
He had a penchant for clothes
Flash jackets shirts and shoes
To cap it all, a trilby
He tipped when ladies passed
Hoping she would have a chat
She walked very fast
Don was this donkey's Christian name
Key was the other
Not much thought went into that
He blamed that on his mother
Don sauntered down the Road
And Up and down the street
When out of nowhere
He spied a pretty mule
Her name was Muriel
They went to the same school
Muriel came over to talk
After they had a chat
They went for a walk
Categories:
eyeglass, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
J-anuary twenty-fourth morn
E-rases the lonely tears;
A-s you wake from sleep,
N-ight cold chill disappears.
G-et up from the bed,
L-et the sun warm your heart;
O-pen your eyes to light,
R-aindrops and chill depart.
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday, the breeze blows in the meadow;
A-s you wear your eyeglass, embrace your soft pillow.
Categories:
eyeglass, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Some may not see the word
Needing new eyeglass per Scripture
Blind and deaf unable to see or hear
From the beginning to the End
Their light becomes weak and dim
Walking through life with a white Cain
Un-Able to see death of man
The tree of knowledge is over grown
Weeds surrounding it with evil
Now all of man have become Eve
Our creator sent down to walk the earth
UN-believed by man
He left soon after his birth speaking his word
Leaving a trail of blood for man to follow
Some colorblind unable to see red
My Bible is Giant Print
No longer color blinded, I now can see the Red
Categories:
eyeglass, bible,
Form:
Free verse