Best Sclera Poems

When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
     of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea of blue-green-gray,
   photoreceptors painting post-Impressionistic explosions of colors,
       fibers and dilator muscles...

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Appaloosa Horses ( Poem )


Bloodlines have influenced breeds
For beauty and performance needs

Native American horses on t.v.
Used decades in western movies

Identified mottled skin note
Colorful leopard spotted coat

Emphasis in the muscling thick
Strong physical characteristics

Defined vertical striped hooves
White sclera eyes have looks improve
						
Establish an easy cantering
Well behaved, high...

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Her Eyes
Have you seen how ravishing is a pearl
Inside the mouth of a shell?
How it illuminates underneath the sea,
Imagine if it had a pupil and iris as well.
Her Eyes!!!!
So big they could see right through your bones.
A glance into her eyes I could feel my...

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Brittle Bones Break

It is heartwrenching to read today of a grotesque medical anamoly…
When a cute little girl of four suffers  from a cruel bone malady…
The medical journals have identified it as Osteogenesis Imperfecta…
A dreaded enough disease that begets in a baby at its mother’s...

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Magnificent gifts
Equals luminosity
Of one called the Sun

Red rivers run smooth
Flowing to mesh with life's pool
Gifts reservoirs cool

Sclera of twin orbs
Posing where the whole world looks
Foes surface like crooks

Blue veins quiet streams
Where the heart is, you have been
Though obscure you're clean

Blue skies white nimbus
Red silent sun...

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I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you
  yet I remain a student of your sclera
     a pupil of your pupils
       a Vincent of your irises


An excerpt from the poem "A Strange Galaxy"...

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I see 
the radiation is rolling off my eyelids
right into the sclera
white to red
I can't remember how to pick grapes
with arthritis of the mind
going north towards
the wanderings of the crows
that found that the cows
have had all their ticks picked off their hide
with smiling teeth 
so...

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THROUGH THE POET'S EYES

The soul that can speak through the eyes
is the thought that execute it infinite mastery
with a passion like a refiners fire,
unquenchable by roaring waters.
Just like the window to the body
where the soul is housed,
In the in-depth eyes of a poet,
unique light strikes...

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See the full moon's bright eye,
Use her as guide.
Imagine her sclera, pupil, and iris
Capture in colors you see fitting on a clear evening.
Cut out her yellow yolk of an egg
Reveal just albumen as if to mix in potent drink.
Look at the moon, it is a...

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The smell of an iris flower is like
A clean whiff of Gulf breeze,
Independent of clinging debris.

The iris is prissier than a rose;
More colorful than carnations
It is guardian of the pupil in you,
Ask the sclera.

*...

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sclera scared of
protecting the pupil ~
rulers citizens


23 December 2021...

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Said the pea of pupil, "I don't like the eye"
And so like faith, the universe implored, Y?
Does not the eye herald pupil?
Does not the eye look after pupil?
Be it bulging, eastern, wide, or otherwise -
The eye, like a rainbow in the sky memorizes...

For the pupil...

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You left. I’m not full of anything but nothingness. 
It’s an interesting feeling, nothingness. It hurts so badly you’d think something was there. But when I check, it’s empty. There’s nothing there. 
I wept. My eyes burn like a thousand blazing suns, full of dust...

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It wasn't sleep 
Those supine hours
I felt the levels, stacked
Existed in two

My teeth ground, skin now waxy
Sclera peeled to leave red eyes
Bones cold 
Airless heat surrounds me, limiting breath

Upon waking my hand goes to my mouth
Lays heavy on my face
Stitches shut my lips beneath my...

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• Blue eyes with a red sclera
• Lashes as yellow as the sun
• He always saw the world differently
• I figured he was just having fun
• He would jump the fences of school playgrounds
• And spend hours on the swings
• There were even instances where...

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