Best See Eye To Eye Poems
"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."
This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution
I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.
Testament verses
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning
There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders
I was surrounded by shovels
Ransacked
For the sake of digging louder messages’ trench
While I
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics
Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…
…
…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath
Simply
Searching
For B-rated serendipity
Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Turning away from windowed afflictions
Ready
To step towards gratitude’s breath
Outside,
No longer looking in
How good it feels.
Yet, I still miss my friends.
©Drake J. Eszes
Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don't like what you see?
that I'm from a different race?
Why can't we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don't wanna be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?
Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I'm a disease?
you don't think I have desires?
that I have needs?
We aren't from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I'm nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can't judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the color on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can't judge me,
for I didn't choose to exist in the first place.
I, too,
wish to carry a bullet
for the ducks flying through snow.
I, too,
want to live under neon lights—
blue light still my closest friend.
I, too,
take cold showers
until my hands stop shaking,
snapping red like nerves.
I, too,
clasp my hands after killing a mosquito,
even if blood and genes mean nothing.
I, too,
walk through mist,
loving the snails that move slow like me.
I, too,
carry an apple in my throat.
If the mic drips with honey,
I’ll recline and listen in silence.
Do we truly see eye to eye, or merely pretend to align?
A prayer-like wind passed through me.
If only time can solve this,
how could I not
I, too,
want to type without thinking.
If I press the TAB key,
maybe summer and fall will appear.
I, too,
bury my face in my frontal lobe,
whispering “today, for sure,”
until it stops being a lie.
I, too,
wanted cherry blossoms.
Who swept the petals away before I arrived?
I almost asked aloud—
but there was no one to answer.
You may not like my being
You may hate my appearance
The way I dress up and the way I smile
Don’t humiliate me, don’t insult me
I am one of God’s image and creation
Cannot please your standard of perfection.
You and I may not see eye to eye
You may not like what I believe in
My faith, my values and point of view
Please, don’t stifle me or reject me
God has blessed us with many talents
I don’t need your personal judgments.
We may not be friends
You may hate my background
Where I come from and my history
Why taunt me? Why bother me?
I want to bring glory to God’s name
Cannot dwell under your standard of shame.
You may not cherish who I am
But perish not yourself
With your hatred and your prejudices
Remember, God’s world is so vast for us to enjoy
You are free to go your way
And please let me go my way.
The feeling that i have
is the feeling you should know
falling in a dark hole
wishing to see the light
and come out of this hell hole
ending thoughts come and go
seeing dead people is a norm
fighting spirit is almost gone
so i'm standing here all alone
wanting to pray goes through my thoughts
don't know were to start so i leave behind
feeling like god has left me
so i fall deeper in his demise
hanging, cutting, and mutilation he tells me to do
but i know i am better then that
so i act like i aint got a clue
dark power and thoughts lark side by side
if anyone can hear me
help me kill it
so i wont see eye to eye.
In blindness there is no peace
I walked in blindness
Upon the earth in darkness
For I only served myself.
I walked in ignorance
Upon the road of arrogance
And I never saw your stance.
I walked in judgment
Upon the law of confinement
But I never saw your detriment.
I walked in doubt
Upon a land in constant drought
Longing for a water spout.
I walked in fear
Upon a path quite unclear
That brought me to my knees.
I opened my eyes to see
Upon a wish to make a plea
And I saw your eyes full of tears.
I opened my eyes to read
Upon the look of an anguished sea
And I understood your story.
I opened my eyes to stand
Upon the will to hold your hand
And found we can both mend.
I opened my eyes to learn
Upon the light of knowledge earned
That a friend gained is a priceless return.
I walked into your path
Upon the hand of destiny’ s cast
And I entered the garden at last.
We walked into divine light
Upon which our heart soars high
Now we can see eye to eye.
By CarolineCécile, Nov. 12, 2007.
there is a fellow named saul
who loves to play basketball
can run shoot and pass
always scores so fast
and only stands three foot tall
saul lives in the tallest tree
high as a person can be
not afraid of height
sees the stars at night
a life so happy and free
saul loves a fancy lassie
beautiful long and classy
no matter to them
she stands six foot ten
they see eye to eye you see
Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
3/2/22
P.S. Syllable Counter
why will men fight and suffer to advance the interests of their masters, who fling them aside when they have no further use for them?
Arthur Findlay
The black king and the white king, well they didn't see eye to eye
A war was looming, but not them; it was the pawns that would die
They placed them up to the front, with their cavalry at the rear
No side had any notion of backing down, and no side showed fear.
God is surely with us, the bishops on both sides proclaimed
Anyone saying otherwise would have been publicly shamed
A white pawn was the first to move forward, ready for the fight
But in just a couple of moves was struck down, by a black knight.
Two white knights moved forward in a blazing counter attack
The black pieces managed to hold the line and didn't fall back
Then a white bishop moved forward in a straight diagonal line
Black King told his pawns to move forward; everything will be fine.
The black queen wanted action and urged her pawns to be brave
But it wouldn't be her or the king that would be digging their grave
One by one her pawns were slaughtered, like lambs on the battlefield
A ceasefire was out of the question, because neither side would yield.
But the proud white king was about, to meet an agonising fate
When the black queen with her knights, declared a checkmate
But there were really no winners or losers, in this senseless war
Supporters on both sides wondered, what the hell it was all for.
The two main players in the background escaped without a scratch
And were already preparing to meet on the battlefield, for a rematch
Both sides exchanged their battered pieces of the injured and the slain
And maybe tomorrow or the next day were preparing to do it all again.
Meanwhile the arms manufacturers, were making big monetary gain
Whilst the landed gentry ate caviar and sipped on their champagne
Victory parades were held in all the towns, with all the pomp and flair
Hollow platitudes read out to mourn the dead, but do they really care?
Written on 6th June 2022.
Ted Smith was a very tall guy
His girlfriend, a mere four feet high.
But love went astray,
Ted called it a day;
They just couldn't see eye to eye!
02/07/19
Bite Size Poem #35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
She's too skinny. She's too fat.
He's too white. He's too black.
She's too pretty. She's not hot.
He wears stripes. He likes dots.
She's too peppy. She's too sad.
He's too cheerful. He's too mad.
She's too quiet. She's too loud.
He's too humble. He's to proud.
She's too much a lady. She's not enough.
He's too weak. He's too tough.
She's too lenient. He's too strict.
I can't have a conversation without pitching a fit.
It's too old. It's too new.
I want more than one, but I'll hate having two.
It's too original. It's too much the same.
I don't care if you say it's awesome, I say it's lame.
Too young, too old, too short, too tall,
I have standards to uphold, and you'll conform to them all.
Although we don't see eye to eye,
And our opinions are as different as whole wheat and rye,
I won't unfollow, I won't ignore.
I'll shove my opinions through your front door.
I'll shame you in public and criticize your name.
It's not "just a movie". It's not "just a game".
Your misery is my happiness, unless I get what I want,
And I'll get what I want through threats and insults, hatred and taunts.
You will confirm until we agree.
This is all about me, me, me.
Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See, My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever
Concorde...
COMMON Faith
In faith, I do have and see with my eyes
From sunset to sunrise beauty in the skies
It’s my heart that loves
While the heaven moves with wooing doves
Old and dote a foolish heart
Memories no longer a part
Only my plaque thus far I count my faith
For He despite of view His light I bathe
4/12/2018
Faith
We might not see eye to eye
And write the same way and fly
I was never a nerd, or never in a convent
Lost a friend at a young age suffered a bereavement
Your love for dance under the disco ball
Makes you love the arts and tell all
I don't know if your Spanish or not,
But your last name makes your verses hot
Your faith is strong when it comes to our Lord
Love and joy of people no matter color you have always stored
Your kind hearted and believe
Make a great afford to conceive
4/12/2018
Love
I see before me a world filled with despair.
Yet people turn their backs and refuse to care.
I know there are many things that truly aren’t fair.
You just can’t give up and choose to live nowhere.
People take their fingers and point to blame,
While other feel sorrow that fills them with shame.
Why can’t we understand we are all not the same?
Instead there is conflict as we call each other names.
Why can’t we understand and all just get along?
War drums are beating that same old sad song.
Tears start to fall for all those who are gone,
We seem to survive but just for how long?
We have to learn to put our differences aside.
When all is gone it won’t matter which side.
We all need to learn that this life is a gift.
To reach out our hands and help to uplift.
The alternative is that we all shall die.
I think this enough reason to learn to try.
Though we won’t always see eye to eye,
When it all gone who will be here to ask why?
I see before me a way to make amends
To reach out a hand rather than to defend.
Peace should be something we all can afford.
We shouldn’t have to live and die by the sword.
There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where collective colourful characters reign
The residents of Rainbow Village
Are a creative colourful bunch
Who meet every week religiously
At the local Village Inn for Sunday lunch
Mr Red is the local policeman
He is driven and a natural born leader
Decisive, firm but fair
Authoritative while following police procedure
Policeman Red married Miss White
The villages well loved librarian
An independent calm gentle soul
A compassionate revered humanitarian
Together they have a daughter
A little girl called Pink who is ten years old
A playful ,sensitive, loving child
Adventurous and bold
Dr Brown is the villages doctor
A warm natured, comforting, reliable man
Who is married to Dr Blue the local veterinarian
A kind ,caring dependable bloke who will help anyone he can
Miss Purple is the towns local artist
Beautiful, talented and unique
Unbelievably imaginative and creative
Her colourful creativity is displayed on every cobbled street
Mr Green is Rainbow Villages resident gardener
A young man totally at one with nature and harmony
The village is abound with happy, bright colourful flora
As far as the eye can see
Mr & Mrs Orange are both school teachers
Both are optimistic, enthusiastic and love to teach
Energetic ,cheerful and passionate
Learning and education never far from their minds reach
Mr Grey , l should say Mayor Grey
Has the village and residents best interest at heart
Always calm, composed and diplomatic
Supporting locals with their creativity, colour and art
Miss Yellow runs the village general store
A lovely outgoing lady with a heart of gold
Always trying to accomodate all the residents wants and needs
Her produce is quality so be quick or it will be sold!
Mr Black is the publican of the Rainbow Inn
An intriguing powerful fellow
A somewhat mysterious man
Who is secretly and hopelessly in love with Miss Yellow
Rainbow Village is a wonderful place to reside
Full of incredible interesting and varied folk
Not always do they see eye to eye
Yet come Sunday all gather and unite over lunch and a joke
President Donald Trump Is On The Precipice Of Starting A Global War
Trump has said that if Iran doesn't open the Strait of Hormuz by 8 pm Eastern Time, “A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
The darkest words on the darkest page of the darkest chapter of Trump's darkest book are being played out today and being read with possible grave consequences. With every minute nearing the deadline, I feel like a knife is stabbing my heart. Because if Iran and Trump don't see eye to eye, it will be a very sad ending if Trump carries on with his plan. If Trump lights the match, it may prompt America's enemies, namely Russia, China, and North Korea, to side with Iran and martyrdom. But I think it will go deeper than this when all eyes of the world's population are watching on and see America wipe out Iran's whole civilization (93 million people), our country is going to pick up a lot of hate, collateral damage, and enemies.
Unfortunately, Trump is digging a hole when he didn't have to.
What would George Washington do? He probably looks at the other 80% of the oil that doesn't transport through the Strait of Hormuz and other energy sources, or even drills at home instead of committing genocide (which is the direction Trump is going towards). You see, some Presidents can think and don't suffer from an inferiority complex or narcissistic behavior.
Upon hearing all this, I'm very upset and sickened. Trump's ultimatum is a ticking time bomb. He's put America's way of life at stake, where our future livelihood and safety are very vulnerable to being attacked by our mounting enemies. Even as we speak, our allies and NATO are giving Trump the cold shoulder and are reluctant to assist in forcing Iran to open the Strait of Hormuz.
Normally, I'd pray for a windfall in my direction--good health, good deals, good catches, good friendship, and good wealth, but today I would trade all those prayers and pray for the Iranian people, their families, their cultures, and their way of life. I can empathize with them being pawns under their government's regime during this war and being under extreme duress as their country faces Trump's ultimatum today. I pray to God that there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel and that Iran is saved.
connie pachecho
4/7/26 430pm EST