Best Spectacles Poems
The broad picture viewed..)
Showed deep.." (many faults)
To look longer with.." close eyes..?
Categories:
spectacles, allegory,
Form:
Senryu
SPECTACLES GRANT SIGHT TO EYES WHICH NEED A LITTLE HELP
OPTICAL DEVISES WHICH ARE WORN ON THE FACE FRAMES REST ON NOSES
GIVE PERFECT VISION SLIPPING FROM
TIME TO TIME ONLY TO BE LIFTED
BACK INTO POSITION AGAIN
WITH A QUICK PUSH SIGHT
GIVEN BY A LENS GLASS
SHAPE BENDS LIGHT INTO
PLACE GRANTING VISION TO THOSE
WHOSE EYES STRUGGLE TO SEE THROUGH THE BLUR OF
THE WORLD THAT PASSES THEM BY
Categories:
spectacles, visionary, time,
Form:
Concrete
Thick frame, thin glasses,
an old spectacles,
a keep sake,
a rarest inheritance
from my dearest dad.
Crises, tensions, frustrations…
Struggles, triumphs, delights…
Life had left its imprints
on my dad’s spectacles.
It betrayed him never;
guided him always.
It’s a mate of his eyes;
nothing could part them
except an attack on heart.
Once he saw me,
now I see him-
all through the same spectacles,
black and white.
Fabiyas M V
Categories:
spectacles, life,
Form:
Verse
The spectacles of any poem
Shall be deciphered through
A flurry of lights, flying
Like loose Boron particles
That you ride without rockets
Into old and new worlds alike.
Here are faces chiseled into canyons,
Here you hear the moments swaying, swaying.
Your dreams have dreams of their own.
Then everything invisible rises,
And you feel the rising.
And the rising is good.
And you are good.
And so is the poem.
Categories:
spectacles, on work and working,
Form:
Free verse
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Categories:
spectacles, abuse, africa, age, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Facts we look upon,
And the apparent truth we observe,
Depend upon forgone,
Opinion that we reserve,
And is perhaps not what’s deserved.
Sharon Bell
Categories:
spectacles, life, visionary, perspective,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Spectacles of perceptions.
Yes, exactly in fact.
I'm quite skeptical.
Even if there exist recollections, seems
As if there were a mirage you see in an oasis.
But a mirage is NOTHING but an HALLUCINATION
IN THE SANDS.
YOU SEE life here does EXIST or do we only IMAGINE
OUR selves as living BEINGS.
Well, me? I'm only exactly a perceptive being.
AS WE ALL ARE TO SOME DEGREE.
It's my percept that we do EXIST, PLAINLY,
Plausible we do this eventually to persist.
Representing the human race.
With this REPRESENTATION comes amazement
With the ideation of how FAR WE HAVE COME.
This is SENSATIONAL QUESTIONING.
Do we truly exist as we think, we ponder and
Replicate? Then amuse one another with QUIZZICAL AND
Qualifying discoveries. So let's rethink this. We claim to
Be human BEINGS.
WITH QUESTIONING EXPLANATIONS about our own
Existence and tendencies.
We need to feel we need to breathe, simply. We need to
Breed. We have stolen natural substances to be deciphered
In LABORATORIES. as if we're thinking we have this GOD
Given AUTHORITY and we are who we are. We are worthy
To conduct such trials. We are worthy, with CUNNING
SMILES.
We are worthy BUT..... we are specks in the GALAXIES AND
BENEATH THE MICROSCOPES OF GODS.
Categories:
spectacles, bible, blessing, change, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Spectacles
A blurry word is a pest,
a missed meaning a chore.
But lost specks are best,
when never found ever more.
And not spotted by my darling
perched up high in my mane
after an unrightously load roar
and a heaping pile of disdain.
Specs not found by my love
sitting atop my fuzzy head
is a gift from the heights above
That I pray for instead.
Categories:
spectacles, funny
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Thoughts floating, surrounding reality with its own unique voice. Keeping your focus distracted from the on goings of this life. Little spectacles of imagination & words, images, meanings of today's, yesterday's, and tomorrow's constant reminders of little clouds of thought .....
Categories:
spectacles, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Today as I got up and climbed down the stairs
Suddenly I tripped, and went upside down
Received minor bruises, some splits in my hair
But what’s more important, I looked like a clown
Suddenly I noticed all the world gone crazy
Men looked like kids and kids went busy
In patting their own backs, and sneering at others
While adults fought over candies and snatching their brothers’
Young ladies basked in neck-ties and collars
They had their curves flattened using road rollers
Meanwhile their boyfriends sported latest bikini range
Why belles didn't leer at them, they found it strange
Traders rushed madly to pay up their taxes
Celebs attending funerals, their tears ran excess
I rightfully felt aghast, because all a nightmare
I put off my specs, and that gave me a scare
My specs were downwards up, looked incisively hopeless
To set its focus rightly in this urban wilderness.
Categories:
spectacles, humorous, irony, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
A closer gaze
Yet they see not
A keener look
Clarification not found
What is to be
To see this bleakness
Cataract covering up their eyes
They couldn't see
What traitors around
Spectacles!
Spectacles of the mind
Let lenses be attached to their eyes
All they need is spectacles
Categories:
spectacles, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
The Science teacher told his eager class
"Alas, I can’t read without my eye glass
In rest room, left my testicles"
What he meant was ‘spectacles’
The children broke into laughter en masse
Categories:
spectacles, class,
Form:
Limerick
there's a bloke in this cafe wearing
heart-shaped spectacles
they're a mauve slash purple colour
but they're not your franklin bi-focals
john hegley said you could trust
a man in glasses (big time)
harry angstrom felt naked
wearing glasses
his posture is overblown
he's sampling his tea genially
with an extensive face
he's immersed in his smartphone
like that horse that needed lenses
rothschild with his zebra carriage
there were no heart-shaped glasses
on the hill in calvary
my four-year-old-son told me
he wanted to eat my glasses
Categories:
spectacles, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Spectacles, tests tickle, a wallet and a watch...
"never leave your house, without such...
Remember the rhyme, little sister of mine..."
This was said,
when we grew up.
What I read, in my head
is that a test tickles...
On the wall et,
that egg is fickle.
Did it fall? Did you watch?
And I never left my house
without such...
things as my eyes.
"A test tickles"...
"An egg is fickle and
a cat was jumping the mood!"
Was she rude?
Did the cow say wow?
Or did he think it crude?
A spectacle? Yes,
through fret and pickles...
A test....
yes,
An egg is fickle
when the pieman tickles,
the spoon... is it noon? Yet.
Where are my glasses?
Oh... just on my head.
Is that the test?
What brother said?
Categories:
spectacles, adventure, fantasy, friendship, funny,
Form:
The morning sunlight flooded into the room,
From far away a cuckoo could be heard -
Heralding the advent of spring
When flowers would bloom.
The sky was a bright blue,
The fields were lush green,
And the colourful houses
All of varied hues.
At one corner of the room lay -
A pair of "Painted" Spectacles,
In the shadow of an almirah
Throughout the day.
Oh! What a thing are the Painted Spectacles!
When the sky looks gloomy, it seems so blue,
When the fields are barren, they look green
Really, they cause such miracles!
However, life is not SUCH a spectacle -
It is instead the decision whether,
We want them or not,
Whether, we want to get rid of our obstacles.
And then comes a time,
When life is pulled away from life;
And we, reduced to certain despair -
Life becomes nothing but grime.
So, although the jolly day inflicted no pain,
But the mind could not find any hope;
At a corner, the Painted Spectacles lay,
Perhaps never to be put on again.
Categories:
spectacles, bereavement, emotions, philosophy, sorrow,
Form:
Rhyme