Gaze Poems - Poems about Gaze

i can't get enough of your stares as if they want to leave me in ruins by eating my flesh and bones i can't get enough of your stares as if they want to undress me without you ever touching me...

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In my comfy corner, a little space A place of my own, as soft as a lace Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and...

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In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts, I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness, is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind? Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes. It is here, right now, in every breath...

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The world demands identity— a name, a face, a history. But in its grip, you lose your way, and shame is what they make you pay. They drag your truth into the light, then twist it wrong and call it right. They dress you up in guilt and fear, then whisper lies for all to hear. A coin of shadow tempts the soul, Whispers...

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I fed my pride by killing loves, seeking refuge in the cold of my gaze, And I accept the sentence of winter that embraces my soul with icy claws, A jester to many, an inspiration to few, I was an actor on the gods' stage, I comported myself both fearfully and nobly, seeking a truth hidden among the...

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The hidden Beauty no one sees, It speaks when the world is lost in sleep, Yet the moon caught a gaze- someone admiring it, While others still lived in their virtual slit. They peeped blue ray-she felt the glowing mist, They missed the grace the silence kissed....

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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So little time— Yet so much left undone! On the pages of life still remain Sketches of dreams left to run. So many promises lost in the mist, So many hopes quietly withdrew— Countless paths remain untraveled, So many sights left out of view. What still remains— To behold the world with wide-open eyes, To truly live...

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A quiet child, with gaze lost in distant horizons, Whispers numbers that float like stars on the infinite sky of night— The outer world dissolves into an unclear and distant dream, But within him, constellations illuminate like hot blood, close and near. He sings an ancient song, born from the silence of the universe, Brings to light springs hidden in...

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I talk to the trees but they don’t listen to me… I tell you my dreams and while you’re listening to me I suddenly see them come true —Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe I Talk to the Trees ~ ~ ~ ...

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His favourite song becomes a place in which I belong. His kisses oft make me strong, making our moments of love prolong. His gaze never feels wrong, as he makes love to me for oh so long....

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Emerald eyes lit Serene sapphire ocean eyes, Swirling slow galaxies...

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The gaze transcends the confines of time, Recognizing that distance holds no limits, and The Moon yearns for kindness. If only they were aware of forever, Of transience, of what lies ahead... Everything whirls like a mill, Until time fades away Into realms unknown, Beyond the dreams...

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If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth, When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully. Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain, Now, when...

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The whirlpool stars of the Milky Way appeared when she was feeling grey. Mother-of-pearl constellations shimmered across her skin in the candlelight. Saturn’s red rings spiraled wildly at her climax— A solar flare unleashed in breathless surrender. Turquoise desire bled into solemn greys, And those greys married verdant dreams, swirling in slow motion. To gaze at her was to weightless drift...

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