Best Ocular Poems

Vacant but for
minute shadows,
I’d mistaken
for clouds

our sky has lied
again; it is
only blue;
chastely blue.

No longer do you
wait secretly 
behind celestial
skeins of dust.

You are only in my...

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When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
     of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea...

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Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes...

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Charcoal Sheep

Watery eyed thoughts came,
Zap! Pow!  a short circuited brain.
Inward turned burned ocular pain,
too many thoughts to restrain 
I’m a cheap sheep making my...

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Th’ night sky dyed a berryblue hue,
Beneath th olive river blackening,
Her breath rich with grape nectar,
Her hair a nebula of lime & pumpkin.

Orange peels by...

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it glistens …
can you see?
do you see that little drop -
the tiny streak that
writes your name upon my visage -
that etches it’s damp and
dour reality...

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I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as...

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Your ocular perceivers are the most resplendent ones ever kenned to mankind, they are as abstruse as the ocean and yet so captivating, The word...

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CLEAR    VISION

In a distant crowd innumerable
Our friends  -  like stars  -  look rather similar.
Their very sameness seems immutable:
Bland...

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Can u take boy me for what I am or do u need to fabricate an ego estrogen entity 
to fit yr fee fakemale forum...

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Teeth clutched in furious fists,
Miles high above the mists,
Eyes thrust on identity’s this,
A smile wandering far amiss.

So this is the face of a simile,
Resting peacefully...

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chipping and hacking
sawing and sanding 
this is the life of a creator 
these are his sounds
a cacophony of hustle and bustle 
a primal link to...

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the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise

the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface

the pulmonary sponge expands its...

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"CHILD LABOUR "
Please do me a favour ,
Ruin the acts of child labour;
Soft hands which have to take pencil,
You classify them under worker's council;
Let's pump...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed...

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