Gazes Poems - Poems about Gazes

He gazes into her eyes, and the world replies with a mysterious whisper, Everything he knows fades in that eternal moment of magic that time awaits, Holding her close, he wishes to keep each moment like a rare treasure, So he bargains with time, asking for just nine more seconds to not let it disappear. Her eyes, dreamy, full...

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My reflection, fragile and desperate face that gazes at me from the silence of the mirror, I despise you for the dark shadows you’ve planted in my soul without consent, You’ve brought a desperate version of me into the gallery of lost reflections, Leaving the memory of tears silently flowing in bathroom stalls, Yet you defied my wishes, tearing...

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In the abyss of gazes, where silence screams mute and deep, The chasm stares back, a vortex gathering abstract emotions, I offer it my fears, aspirations, and unspoken truths, It swallows them all, leaving an unyielding void in my chest. There exists a lexicon of despair, with sharp, cutting phonemes, With discordant cadence, yet solace in graceful harmonies, An elegy reminding...

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The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God gazes at me, A mystical portal where our beings intertwine, transcending any temporal barrier. In this sacred vision, we are one, a unity of spirit and soul so free, One eye, one vision, one profound knowing, one encompassing love that infinitely stretches. Through the corridors...

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Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (an NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?” Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.” Leong explains, “It includes headphones and it’s supposed to be a Lower Manhattan style.” “Yeah,” Lisa snorts, “Because Greenwich Village and the...

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The moon pretends she is very coy I’ve seen her peeping behind the clouds when she reappears I smile with joy oh how she loves to tease the crowds I’m positive that I saw her blush during a rare total lunar eclipse She certainly wasn't in any rush I watched her via live news clips She thinks a solar eclipse is such fun her...

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A surrender by the face of its brightness, Worried legs avoiding the closest: On once-proud shoulders, a pronounced lightness And self-biting lips pursed not in pretext. A restraining of body movements By one willing to make improvements Cheap tasks stretching beyond momentary completion Deigning to outlast a fever-pitch oration. One’s eyes no more can challenge lingered gazes, Either pair easily picking suspicious praises;...

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E-xcellent L-iterary L-ines A-pply G-reetings A-s S-he G-azes A-t S-tars Topic: Birthday of Ella Gasgas (February 13) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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T-he R-esponder I-s S-eeing H-ow A-crostic A-bout N-ame N-icely E-mploys V-erse A-s R-eader G-azes A-t S-cribe Topic: Birthday of Trisha Anne Vargas (May 29) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Sun drops carried off a shimmer release warm the ruffled feathers now at ease vivid velvet streaks felt gone off to teach encumbered minds emerged out of reach Roll near edges steep tiny spirits lay lost shells speckled form a wayward bed of moss chestnut pecks of care nurse anxious eyes as attentive gazes that matter touch the sky Free in flight a...

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She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good. Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts love and live forever if only she could. In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom a queen fluffing up for the next throne. Her smile could win any kingdom Her cuts gash...

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At the cusp of a wrist is a grip invisible yet lasting, Pulling toward a void quieter than thought, A world of recluse and all visionary, Can I really be the last one to come here? Or will I be the first? Do you exist merely for my sake? Against the grain lie regrets and mourners, Hats tipped at brims and shovels...

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