Eyeholes Poems - Poems about Eyeholes

...Demon of The Shadows In darkness looms a shadowy figure, A demon theif of joy and delight, It slinks behind our backs and whispers sinister word, Bidding us to see through its eyeholes instead.......Read the rest...

...I was chatting with a friend the other day when I suddenly realized I’d missed a good chunk of the conversation. My brain jumped off the focus train without my being aware of it and went on its own l......Read the rest...

...Love hearts and scabby knees. Dead flies and stinging bees. Dirty nails and sweaty lips. Fishnets with ragged slips. Eyeholes in a hessian sack. Pimples on a tattooed back. Toys that she just c......Read the rest...

...Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number. I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood, Conniving w......Read the rest...

...Based on a poem by Tim Gunderman Fight to breathe, fight to cease our endless warring broken for the chaos we call peace. I do believe, but will concede that the battle doesn't mean ......Read the rest...

...Love... it took away my sight for life unheededly, it rooted into the eyeholes of mine till it reached my core of life; the heart I already gifted to you. You see, I placed it upon y......Read the rest...

...Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber, Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number. I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze, Of conniving shadows ......Read the rest...

...Revealed When busted Behind the mask False bravado slowly disintegrates ......Read the rest...

...For Jerry T Curtis ~ This is a fun piece to accompany "Up Into The Blue" by Jerry...AKA Mondo Blue. In jest he asked me to name the super hero in his poem...so here he is. If you face gre......Read the rest...

...The heather caresses leather As across these hills I tread The boggy ground it squelches Moving like a water bed Don’t stop or soon the eyeholes With bog water they will fill Put pace in step......Read the rest...

...I used to think the night swallowed us, Took away our pain, and spat us out again Whole, mended like a darned sock. I used to say, go and rest now. You’ll feel better in the morning, I promise. ......Read the rest...

...when caucasians talk about spreading iodine & baby oil on themselves in order to sit out in the sun and burn themselves to a different color, it makes me think of those girls who mi......Read the rest...