Lenses Poems - Poems about Lenses

Eyes Through Depressed Lenses

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

Rose Tinted Lenses

My rose-tinted lenses get me through the day
My world isn’t plagued by the white, black, or gray
Just rose

My rose-tinted lenses show me only love
Not any hate like the kind you hear of
Who knows?

My rose-tinted lenses made me “naive”
They say I only saw what I believed
I suppose…

My rose-tinted lenses make all flags red
Which is probably why

Through The lenses

I don’t like what I see; the camera keep staring at me; I don’t like what I see the stars keep shining above me and the earth is  moving beneath my feet and my heart sorrows suddenly rolled away in the deep  and my heart burst out in a healthy laughter.

I stood at

Changing Lenses

The sky is a dull blur this morning.
At such opaque times,
I clean the lens of mind,
to see what clarity is behind
the gray filters.

Surprisingly, I perceive,
some last snowflakes
have been painted emerald,
by thin rays of light,

The air appears now,
as an ethereal lathe
turning the ill-defined into
buoyant landscapes.

Wiping my glasses,
the sky and earth
sparkle brighter still,
behind a clearer mind.

Seen Through God's Lenses

Seen 
Through God's lenses 
      You *
Are Worthy

Up's Our Lead, Six Lenses Bring

Up's Our Lead, .... Six Lenses Bring

Work's, Letter's Faith Our Prize!

A Len's Of Six, A Len's Of Six;
                            All Rudowski's .... Might!

Breakfast Time Through Two Lenses

As a young child
breakfast time was my favorite time of day
Mommy hovered over the flaming stove
as she sizzled a bundle of my favorite meals
tuna, corn beef, sardines , and steamed sausages
served with a side of white grits
dashed with warm butter as gold as a coin
I sat at the table and gobbled down the meal
like a

Christ Gifts the World With 'sin-Colored Lenses'

1. Faith
I know people who view life through 'lenses (rose-colored),'
and others who 'trumpet' God's death with "Heil Hitler!"

The first group attempts to cloak naked ambitions
in translucent fabric and dreams their sin vanquished
(because they purport to 'forgive sin' in others).
What magic heals victims we find in bar ditches? (1)
Should these thank the Gods folks don't take

Six Lenses

Hopes Our Lead, "Six Lenses" Bring;
... Word's, Letter's, Faith To Prize!

A Lens Of Six, A Lens Of Six,
.... All God's Strength And Might!

_______________________
The Significance Of Holy Week .... By Peter Rudowski

Reading The Bible Through Six Lenses
.... By Peter Rudowski

Pete Rudowski ; prudowski@fuse.net

Blurred Lenses

Emotionally handicapped,
This man is but a child,
He speaks half truths of pure delusion,
When sentiment arrives,

Emotionally handicapped,
Nothing's truly sincere,
The shallow love he shows for you,
Is nothing deep or dear

Liquid Lenses

Tears drawn from a memory well
oft overwhelm a broken heart;
recalling love's magical spell.
Tears drawn from a memory well
imbue tomorrow, where hopes dwell,
with the sadness such tears impart.
Tears drawn from a memory well,
oft overwhelm a broken heart.

With the sadness such tears impart,
trickling drops betray how you feel;
as dying dreams get torn apart.
With the sadness such tears

Selective and Corrective Lenses

Selective and Corrective Lenses

Always for eyes are corrective lenses
So after knocked out, return to senses;
Are weird ways of looking at things
May sound horrible when someone sings;
What happens when your brain condenses?

Jim Horn

Two Lenses

Two Lenses

     While studying Masters in my teens
   also in service in early twenties 
                 I was prompt and ready
             

Old Age Is a Buzz Kill- Two Lenses

How
I loved
summer fairs -
the cool night wind
in my hair as I
twirled on the tilt-a-whirl
or climbing into sky. . . then
descending at lightening speed,
stomach leaping at the thrill of it;
I was buzzed, wishing it would never end.

My fifty-ninth birthday at the state fair,
I sampled again the drug I craved
when I bought two tickets for rides.
But my

Two Lenses

When I was young and had zero dollars to spend
Grandpa's skiff with succulent mangoes I loved to tend
With view of City canal, flowing not far from home
Near thoroughfare with perfect patrons; few not so grown
Not so proud as I, safe with shillings from tropic fruits, sold
Sans chant. I never had to beg, my joy was

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