Deep Set Poems - Poems about Deep Set

...my deep set self doubt means I take myself away in shame and shambles......Read the rest...

...steel clouds once more freeze bare trees comfort each other ripped trunk holds it together the sun shields its eyes its flames dying in Winter the core feels the biting chill it is in my bo......Read the rest...

...A living poem, not yet written, not yet visible, haunts the periphery of the inner eye. She is as light as a feather, though she has a deep-set gravity, her presence impels my mind toward her.......Read the rest...

...Time with you, so treasured I'll take all I can get A love that can't be measured In my heart deep set I knew from the beginning The inkling I had grew From a question to a statement Now for......Read the rest...

...I have no empathy, Rip me open, and inside you will see, the reason I despise the emptiness ,the lies, the tears I can’t cry the look of isolation deep set in my eyes. I’m praying one da......Read the rest...

...In the skull of the scuttle she comes to me between the stretches of a sunken moor it is not alone those deep set eyes shall guide me keeping safe from an unwanted storm......Read the rest...

...She was a willowy creature, lithe and svelte. Her fangs were deep set and hardly showed but once in a blue moon. Her beauty was un-stunning, though acceptable in the glare of the stage lig......Read the rest...

...It was said that he had overlarge hands, laborer's hands, yet when he played eagles swam up waterfalls. No one knew where the music came from or the dexterity of those thick fingers. Slavic ......Read the rest...

...I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising; And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising. My days were a flurry of manicures and ......Read the rest...

...I watch a golden sun slowly rise above the eastern sea and my thoughts naturally drift to her. I wonder what she is doing, and if she ever dreams of me. A southern breeze gently caresses my skin ......Read the rest...

...An withered crone in a park where the young play. Her eyes are deep set but the blue within them is clear. Her flesh clings to crooked bones, yet she is a vision there among the youthful, a m......Read the rest...

...I watch you go quiet in mid-chatter. You look up and inward, your eyes deep-set and native, I glimpse you, not as that Irish girl brought up in the projects but as an American legend, a promise ......Read the rest...

...Experience is fleeting —memories are forever (Dreamsleep: April, 2023)......Read the rest...

...Saint Patrick's Day Musings I feel lucky on this Saint Patrick's Day Perhaps my muse has something to say As I'm decked out in my holiday green She's painting pictures of a cozy scene A that......Read the rest...

...I long for my island Asleep in the sea A perfect location Made just for me Far from the rat race The fear and the dread No shop for my cravings No milk and no bread I travel there often ......Read the rest...