Eyes Poems - Poems about Eyes

effortless synergy attentive presence abrupt broad smile spark in the eyes as they meet loud racing of the heart as it beat soften touch of holding hands youthful affectionate giggling passion conveyed from tender kisses generated warmth from hugging sensual coded body language tantalizing yearn for togetherness giddiness of knowing ...

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The fly swatter is out, Bugs are all about. How could that be, What I see? Has many legs. Not a spider, Or a fly. But something fanciful on the eye! Swatted quick...

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Today I’m grateful for having eyes that as I walk in nature or just along the street Look for the beauty in everything I see and everyone I meet ...

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Keep caramel hope in your sweet heart Let it guide you despite days so dark The Statue of Liberty may shed a tear But we shall not be moved from here Salty smiles vile white wicked words Try to knock down what you heard Content of chocolate character on display Never mind the hate be you you’re great If you weren’t why...

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His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away, Falling in love with him was an inevitable crime when our gazes met in a moment of eternity, Those sparkling gems express unspoken feelings, unwritten stories, promises yet to be uttered, I lose myself in their beauty, remaining motionless, a...

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I have seen falling stars in the eyes of shadows, dancing on the dark sky of unspoken words. I have stood in ballrooms filled with sculpted smiles, hiding glass daggers in velvet pockets. I have shaken hands that seemed like contracts with forgotten spirits, promising loyalty that evaporates into subtle betrayals. I have seen good men bend under the weight of...

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. viewing life through the fingers of a facepalm an unhealthy obsession to broaden the mind with the ...

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"When I know your soul, I will paint your eyes*" ~ til then you wear a disguise * Amedeo Modigliani ~ Italian painter and sculptor ...

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Sometimes they may appear, As though they have thick skin, But little do we really know, All the demons they fight within. They constantly try so hard, Not to let their family down, So they hide away their truth, And try straighten up their crown. When it never rains only pours, The days are long and cold, No matter what may happen, They don't give...

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Through the gentle stirrings of the night Your laughter flows And I smile I remember the love Through the morning’s mirrored silhouette Your eyes emerge And I see I remember the love Through the muted billows in the sky Your song arises And I hear I remember the love Through the soothing breath of God upon my face Your heart remains And I feel I remember the love...

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The Sun will rise a high command, God’s firm detailing -- Moon will carry-on then night, a borrower of light; up-close we have our planet near star imagine worlds each distant gleaming… trillions of eyes attempting to look-in while our own eyes far away dreaming...

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Trees are uncommon things in the desert The common color you see is white brown Where you account it as dried granule bones For a long tedious pounding and eroding of time Once upon a time lush green valley of lively hope Now hopeless, devoid vast hot, empty valley of mirages Its agony bring sandstorm and whirlwind to human Telling as the...

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When home becomes a ring And rivalry serves as supper With the winner becoming lord By a blow below the belt Leave to live When the bed becomes a field Hosting rival players And a goal is instant defeat When respect is flushed down the toilet And love is on life support Leave to live When 'Good Morning' is a burden And going home...

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Deprived of your love, I carry the burden of deep shadows under my eyes, with crow's feet drawing the story of endless nights on my face, where each lie was your illusion, born from the confusion surrounding me, elusive and fragile, a dance of amorphous metaphors unraveling in the wind, subjected to your disdain, your words mercilessly cutting my...

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It is said that beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder, then my lover's eyes must be infinite galaxies, for his gaze transforms me into a breathing masterpiece, he not only sees me but contemplates me as an expanding universe, as if my chaos were art, and my scars constellations, etched into a sky deserving of unconditional and eternal...

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