Eyeballs Poems - Poems about Eyeballs

Sometimes this creature looks at you. Those eyes can be so piercing. Or are they kind, sympathetic? He or she is fur – and even that is artificial stuff. But with eyes. What were you thinking when you gazed at him - or her - in a shop window? Whose eyeballs were created with coloured plastic, glass or affection? (20 Jan 2024) ...

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At times I've been under the influence So since I growed up it's no coincidence That when I indulge My eyeballs bulge And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous...

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At times I've been under the influence So since I growed up it's no coincidence That when I indulge My eyeballs bulge And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous...

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At times I've been under the influence So since I growed up it's no coincidence That when I indulge My eyeballs bulge And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous...

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Toads are in your eyeballs! Wow! Let me see. They are invisible, he told me, glaring. Okay, I agree. But they are there right? Not now, he says, with a huge scowl. You scared them off. I have five minutes, I say. Tell me how it happened. His arms are crossed now. He stomps off. What did I do? I...

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A tarsier's eyeballs are as big as their brain Mine too when seeing a gorgeous filly in chains Another part flip flops Making my buttons pop But not to worry, I'm not really in pain TARSIER: A small nocturnal primate from the Philippines having extremely large round eyes...

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At times I've been under the influence So since I growed up it's no coincidence That when I indulge My eyeballs bulge And my pulsating body becomes conspicuous...

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I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs Are packed away in a lock box Somewhere in New York City Under golden key and lock I can't help but wonder About what it is he sees Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box For all of eternity Do they pull them out and dust them off Every now and then Let them look around without a sound A wink...

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I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs Are packed away in a lock box Somewhere in New York City Under golden key and lock I can't help but wonder About what it is he sees Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box For all of eternity Do they pull them out and dust them off Every now and then Let them look around without a sound A wink...

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I beat back the shadows all day long for I know now the right from wrong a master student rightfully so this light disciple expects to know the way of a broken soldier when the load is too much to shoulder the back gives in from all the weight am I'm left sitting in that familiar dark place I greet the doorman who lets me in shake his hand with a...

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Your raging hot poems are so very nice. To prevent eye damage and not pay the price. I have to use "shades" if read more than twice. The screen starts to smoking, when I click up your work. And when I start drooling, I feel...

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I already saw many things Through my own precious eyes Vision is really a great blessing Thank God for that privilege I saw many things and heard a lot I didn't grasp them all completely But I tried to defend them always Because they were my own views and judgements I tried to build up my life Based on my self-made philosophy I never listened...

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