Women Eye Poems | Examples
These Women Eye poems are examples of Eye poems about Women. These are the best examples of Eye Women poems written by international poets.
No other pair; compares beyond
Beauty lashes out; to seduce a smize;
I looked upon; two magic wand
Brown is the color to which is most yawned;
But it is Earth's deepest well of hope; I surmise
No other pair; compares beyond
Blue of grey shade; mirrors all that are spawned
As sapphire gems; adorning cloudy tearful skies
I looked upon; two magic wand
Peridot shines, as planted fields, are lawned
Green; like newfound blades; of springtime ryes
No other pair; compares beyond
Found together; yet self-disguised, in bond
Hazel wins, versus, softest, ambers, tries
I looked upon; two magic wand
Direct through them; my love had to respond
Seeing her; that's simply when; all sadness dies
No other pair; compares beyond
I looked upon; two magic wand
The spring awakens
From beneath frost the earth warms
As sun rays alight on the rocky surface.
Dormant and waiting, so patient,
Just biding time until it's right,
Embryonic shoots break through
Blinking in the bright, clear air of revival,
after winter's stark fingers laced the land with ice.
Petals punctuate the burgeoning grasses.
Soil recovering from frozen depths,
As winter's kiss becomes a distant memory.
As our ancestors 'afore,
the women who fought with
The purple the white the green
And at her centre, in the image of the weak sun.
Our star cimbing across the southern sky
Brings hope to the eye of the day,
Widening, following and closing,
As the day ends so the daisy closes her eye
Once more to sleep, yet tomorrow comes soon, And her eye once again shows the soul of the earth,
Her window opening through the petals.
Please come she urges me; I have attended before.
A high school class reunion which I have never enjoyed.
I will not be enticed to attend another.
The last two were busts, taking me away from my loves.
Poetry, painting, cartooning, and family.
At my age, my exit ticket could get punched at any moment.
How unsatisfactory would it be to get it punched
After spending four hours on the road to and from
people I would not recognize or say “hello to” on a New York street.
I will not be there, I tell her. I have a life to live, minutes that are expiring.
I will utilize every second of my spare time to uplift and nurture myself.
I will miss you she says.
I scoff.
The last three times I have texted to ask when she can talk
she has texted back “I will have to think about it.”
This sweet doll has caught my eye.
Do they allow women to exist that look this fine?
She has my attention and I can tell you why.
This goddess has an appearance that looks divine.
Just like many other guys, I want to make her mine.
Generations of original women
praying for critical embodment
of manly resources
ultimate relations
absolutely attachements
constructed by beasts
angels testify to
emotionaly criminals
invading famale places
egyptsion neptune's
training division
of brocken hearts
eyes do, tears eye cry