Best Eyesight Poems
Have you ever woke up in a rush,
And realized you couldn’t see.
You look in your usual spots,
And think where could they be?
I always put them right here,
But where did I place them last night.
All I know is that it’s hard to find,
A pair of glasses with poor eyesight.
I have searched my entire room,
And my glasses are gone.
Now my cluttered room is a mess,
I must have slept with them on.
You throw stuff around and ransack
Possible locations in your head.
Then like nothing ever happened,
There they are right under the bed.
We hang on hints or clues to see what's to come next;
I'll cite examples as proofs from a well-known text.
He that crawls in fours when rooster gleefully calls,
Walks in twos like the blazing sun, but soon he falls;
Here's a hint, clue or foreshadowing to foresee
His fall from a life's precipice … and it's a key.
One comes in, blooming and wearing a laurel wreath,
And this bubbling signal, we know, should stop him breathe;
He fights a fierce fight at a place, where three roads meet;
And so soon, we raise the blanket and hear ... three tweet.
A man comes with no eyesight to solve the riddle,
And predicts that sinner stands boldly, right middle,
And he that mocks him for his ill-fated eyesight,
Would leave the city ... groping wearily ... at night.
At last, that man with the clearest eyesight we see
Leave the stage and us in threes as a beaten bee.
12 syllables in each line
A 1st Place in the following contest (judged on Feb. 10, 2021)
Feb.9, 2021 (Originally posted on Nov. 25, 2020)
The Gem That Slipped Through The Cracks Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
A 2nd Place in the following contest (judged on Jan. 8, 2021)
Podium Placing Promise (5)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Through the Eyes of Love
I see you in your morning prayer -
Look as you raise your hands in praise;
Overhear your voices sing to God
Ev’ry hour of the day;
Watch you hold a dying hand
Feed the hungry and the poor
Then witness you visit prisoners
Welcome strangers at your door.
In the silence of the night
You lift up heartfelt prayers;
You clothe the homeless wanderers
Shoeless and threadbare;
Give a cup of water
To the sick and thirsting souls
Then carry a companion’s cross
Clear eyesight - their pain enfold.
Mindful as you teach the children
The all seeing love of God;
And, in the face of blindness
You make choices to choose love;
The visions of these miracles
Fills my sight with awe -
How could my heart not feel gratitude
For this love without a flaw?
I thank my God
For the gift to see with eyes of love
All the blessings your hands create
Reflections of our God above;
A servant’s heart on display
Profound revealed in simplicity
Priceless gifts to frail humanity
Wrapped in your humility
Based on Phil 1:3
Contest: The Eyes of Love
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
7-13-21
the sky is gray and gloomy
trees stand still, they cannot sway
small birds chirp looking for their mum
they also long for the brightness of the sun
the scenic spots I usually perceive day and night
am I now blind that they’re out of my sight
the squirrels who give their biggest grin
I think they’re all busy looking for the best cuisine
looking at the ponds and lake outside
they are so stagnant that no one likes to ride
a sound of one cuckoo seems has a message to impart
does it want to tell me that you’ll finally depart
so now, as I lay down on my bed
I close my eyes but dread creeps my head
I just hope I only have a nightmare
that my eyesight is lost or my vision is not clear
again, I want to close my eyes for the second time
hoping for another dream that tomorrow will be mine
a dream full of hope and joys which will forever abide
like in the past when you and I stayed together side by side
Jan. 13,2012
(A depression poem)
7th Place
Contest: Under the Influence
Judged: 3/12/13
Poet Sponsor: Poet Nathan A.
"In Eyesight, Earshot And Arm's Reach"
When it comes to seeking nearness to you
by closing the distance in between.
With desire to quicken the beats of my heart,
my yearning is for you to be seen!
So I take pen in hand and let the thoughts flow.
On paper my words become speech!
For I know to gain and my heart's desire to attain
it must be-
" In Eyesight, Earshot And Arm's Reach!"
*
To hear the love call of one thousand voices
and know clearly which one was you!
To withstand this deafening pounding of my heart
from this desire I wish to pursue,
I shout out.... "Love take me as your student!
Please give me every lesson you teach!"
For I know to gain and my heart's desire to attain,
it must be
"In Eyesight, Earshot and Arm's Reach!"
*
In the embracing circle of these loving arms,
it would be as if Heaven I were to hold!
I know now what is meant by this expression
that says it all
"After you they DID break the mold!"
And so to you, I disclose this too,
Love compels me to one and each!
For I know to gain and my heart's desire to attain,
it must be
"In Eyesight, Earshot And Arm's Reach!"
WTA-IV
3/14/2016
sunlights colourful reflections -- embellishes the gift of sight
1/ 2/ 2018.
"From being with you I have found plenty…
but the one thing I have lost is my eyesight to see anything else but...you"
One Quote - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Date Written: August 29, 2016
My husband cannot see the fog rising.
Smiling, he takes a picture
and the fog dawns on me.
hubby’s cell phone image: no fog in sight
his photo rightly clear
then the fog dawns on me
With Playful Eyesight
With playful eyesight he became a peeker;
Through tough times which were bleaker;
When we had read,
What newspaper said,
We realized that the source was a leaker.
Jim Horn
A knight needs a sabre to fight
His Lady wins with her cute eyesight
Place: 4
is there something you've found
that you're hiding from me
this thing that makes you glow
your eyes now sparckle, you changed, and i can see
it's like something made you
twenty-four-seven happy
is it something someone said
something someone did
this changed even your voice
not something easily hid
you've found a new joy
in a secret, please tell me
you seem so happy
out there for everyone to see
you float on clouds when you're walking
sound as if you've seen an angel as you're talking
it's like i'm a child
dipping in it's foot into a body
of water, but one foot isnt steady
afraid to fall in and die
so i decide not to even try
yet you're way out there
swimming with the fish in the sea
and left on the grassy ground
is all alone me
this pond is my true loves eye sight
and this girl is me
and she's quite full of fright.
Charles had his visits resumed,
Thrice eating what he consumed.
We were all by him deceived
And readily was received!
Charles, who had false names assumed
And that we had not presumed;
He had had it all conceived,
My present folly perceived…
Now, A Case of Food Shortage,
I plan to One Room mortgage;
It can’t be Steady Porridge.
For Vegetable Mere Cabbage…
Starvation knocking hard:
I wish I’d play My Best Card;
No pretending to Holy Fast:
The look of clouds overcast…
I now watch for Parasite
With My Clean Pair of Eyesight
Yep: could kill New Parasite
Venturing into my site.
the third floor of a six-storied building,
silent room of three family members,
father, mother and a son
the son corporate job holder
in this populous city,
punctuality, sincerity, responsibility
makes him busy in his daily job
in the parent's room
crystal eye-glasses on the tea table,
Dainik Janakantha on the easy chair,
cigarette ashtray full of burned ashes.
on the tea table empty teacup,
mother comes in this room for betel leaf
though busy in the hassle for the lunch,
well the charmed picture of the great leader
hanging on the wall,
the father of Bengali nations
seeing silently all
three-four footsteps ahead of the balcony
the far around full with city drainage garbage
with floating lichens and mosses,
crows coming with crowing,
dogs coming with barking,
some wayward street child coming
with an iron made thin stick
to finding something
for surviving best,
on the small city garbage mound
sometimes ambulance of unknown medical
comes there and discharges some black polythene baggage,
dogs and crows run to these
as if competing for these mystifying baggage
are there any palatable dishes for them?
nobody knows without the wayward street child
-Tuesday, July 2, 2019 Chattogram
I can only conclude,
That you are suffering from temporary blindness ,
And that you will recover your eyesight,
Before you find yourself alone for real and for keeps.
I pray every day that the recovery will give you,
Insight into the fact,
That others are close by,
With the same needs as you,
The same headaches as you,
The same excuses as you,
And who need help just as much as you,
But still manage to recognise that there are others in the same boat,
And are frantically manning the pumps,
To keep us all afloat.
Not blindly rushing about,
Unaware of the damage they are doing,
To structural integrity,
Or the potential cost in time, money, and lives,
Their blindness can cause.
Looking forward to a time when you,
See us,
The way we see you,
As the alternative,
Is downright heart-breaking.
Reflections on the Loss of Vision
by Michael R. Burch
The sparrow that cries from the shelter of an ancient oak tree and the squirrels
that dash in delight through the treetops as the first snow glistens and swirls,
remind me so much of my childhood and how the world seemed to me then,
that it seems if I tried
and just closed my eyes,
I could once again be nine or ten.
The rabbits that hide in the bushes where the snowflakes collect as they fall,
hunch there, I know, in the concealing snow, yet now I can't see them at all.
For time slowly weakened my vision; while the patterns seem almost as clear,
some things that I saw
when I was a boy,
are lost to me now in my advancing years.
The chipmunk who seeks out his burrow and the geese now preparing to leave
are there as they were, and yet they are not; and though it seems childish to grieve,
who would condemn a blind man for bemoaning the vision he lost?
Well, in a small way,
through the passage of days,
I have learned some of his loss.
For, as a young boy I endeavored to see things most adults could not—
the camouflaged nests of the hoot owls, the woodpecker’s favorite spots.
But now I no longer can find them, nor understand how I once could,
and it seems such a waste
of those far-sighted days,
to end up near blind in this wood.
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