Eyes Only Poems - Poems about Eyes Only

campfire flames flare bright licking high into the night fingers seek mirrors to show the utmost delight the fire wants to share tonight your eyes catch that glow— reflecting in afterglow like rose under chin shows a warm red glow on skin a token of love aflame out beyond what's near I see blazing stars mirrored back through time and space quivering constellations pulsing with light's energy flames carve your...

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The curve of your eyes envelops me like a dream, A tender dance, sweet as honey, In the halo of time, a basin of peace in the night, Yet within me remains a memory that never ends. I look back and it seems I can hardly remember All the moments lived, the dreams touched, For your eyes have not always been...

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You tell me many times… I am beautiful! Your words take me to cloud nine, In exhilaration, I sail, I float, I glide! Do I believe you, or not? Because beauty lies in the Eyes of the beholder! The world may not agree with you, But you are firm in your belief. My parents thought that Their girl was the prettiest, My kindest friends considered me...

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My beautimous man is my favorite visual treat. Times staring at him are times I often repeat. His blond tendrils hang down, outside his do-rag, and are curls my fingers just have to twirl and grab. Fierce, piercing blue eyes allow his gaze to melt me, happens all the time and never do I ever mind. The rich pay surgeons for...

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{verse} Take this heart of clay in your great hands mold me and make me new I am your creation, all souls were made by You Smooth out these rough edges and all my fears cut away For you oh Father, You are the potter and I am the clay {chorus} Oh oh Great Sculptor of lives Oh oh miraculous artist divine See in me...

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I looked into your eyes and they were brown like honey. I was the bee. I looked into your eyes and they were like brown like the trunk of the tree. I was the leaves. I looked into your eyes and they were brown like people. I was Moses parting the red sea. I looked...

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Reminiscent of a doe with a hue as rich as earth, your gaze takes me home to a cedar-filled hearth. Welcoming like hot chocolate and as vibrant as autumn's leaves, your stare carries the life that Mother Nature herself weaves. Neutral, yet expressive— as versatile as leather, but still so alive— your eyes are the gemstones favored by the sun and I alike....

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Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation For intimacy and hope Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes As compatriots to the morning Air With guitar strums and high notes Truth be told Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird And not particularly Pretty Brown and gray as a mound of dirt Chirpy jerky punk band And they have no problem with crowding out From...

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Irises color of an ancient oak. Ancient oak with hues of warm golden honey. Honey merging into the ancient oak, creating a spellbound glen in those irises. Irises with such a glow. Glow only the sun rays catch with their stunning beauty. Beauty so unique to see in such eyes. Eyes such an escape from...

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Hair, or body, or eyes. Eyes are straggling behind. Nothingness. There exists such thing as beneath. And around. As if I could reach anything with these hands. This sweeping, winking tall grass. My mind. Dumping out a howling water bottle. Sweeping with a broom, broom, broom! Then it clips and clicks with empty teeth. My brain closes up...

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One eye hits shut, an invitation for mishaps. One eye hits shut, a feeling wakes within your gut. Sunshine has stolen thunder’s claps, in the realm of afternoon naps. One eye hits shut....

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Rainbow Hiku 42 sun and rain courting in sky hues of...

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Written By: D. Collins 7/26/25 I have tears in my eyes because of where I came from. Knowing the unbelievable things that I have done. What I have achieved stands second to none. I wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-one. My eyes bleed for those who didn't make the the trip. Like my little brother, of whom, I wore...

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Depression, It’s a silent killer. It’s like being stabbed in the back, But it’s Invisible. The pain is sharp, sure, And your screaming at the top of your lungs, However to everyone else it's as if you lost your voice You're powerless. And so you just sit there; You feel paralyzed, While the world keeps moving, and moving, and moving, and moving, And you're just stuck. That's...

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