Long Sight for sore eyes Poems
Long Sight for sore eyes Poems. Below are the most popular long Sight for sore eyes by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Sight for sore eyes poems by poem length and keyword.
He's everywhere
being the answer to
everything & is
the ultimate quotient
Omnipotent displaying
more than sufficient
omniscience
The run on sentence
that makes sense
of everything
The word of all words
a part yet connected
to everything
The maker
of all dreams
lucid & vague alike
The light
in the darkness
but also the darkness
that covets the light
Witness to every reality
with an eye for
all potentialities
This sight for sore eyes
is both the pupil
& teacher
A preacher
with many dimensions
using planes
like churches
It comes as no surprise
to those that learned
to see deeply with
inner eye urges
The immersion
offers you a peek
behind the curtains
unveiling what lies
therein
There are no lies in him
for he personifies truth
in the form of matter
It's the explanation
at the top of the ladder
after questioning
every step that matters
Walking in the moonlight, on a distant shore.Black magic, black mother let me pain no more.For the time has come for me to be alone.I must be this way for you have hit me with your last stone.I dug a ditch a long ways from here, I planted some lilies there.As I dug a grave for myself out in the middle of nowhere.As I head to the darkness where light has never shown.Tears keep coming and loneliness, heartache, the scars I'll forever have.Will i ever find who I wants was? I must hide my face and you should hide yours.Darkness is among us now.I don't hear a sound.Lord please forgive me as I'm about to sin.l asked you not to throw stones at me.That means you offered me pain.You are a sight for sore eyes.Darkness of evil has opened inside me.Broken bones with all the pain, Nightmares there's not a worse feeling to wake up and not have your memory.Someone else to feed you clean you.Screaming over and over, what the hell has happened to me.All for what? Lord only knows.iv'e always heard sticks and stones may break your bones.But you will never hurt me. We are here, this grave that i dug.Was never for me. It's for you...
If I might,
Just sit quietly with your soul tonight.
Your spirit intertwined with mine,
If I could I'd hold you so tight.
His voice echoes in my mind,
His touch, so divine.
I imagine a kiss, as I tremble with excitement.
The blood rushes through my veins,
I'm becoming enlightened.
-
A sight for sore eyes,
A beauty to behold.
I press my luck and imagine tracing her cheek,
Just with my fingertips, so soft.
Then, a kiss from a rose ghost.
Her hips move like waves,
washing over me, if only
if only they weren't in my head
The space in my bed, what a waste.
If only I could see her face.
If only she could feel this kiss returned on her lips
Then she can't tell me when it's over
-
He stares at me with eyes like the ocean
I can't think of anything else in this moment
I imagine him placing his hands on my hips,
And then, suddenly I feel his kiss.
That smell I know it, it's the smell of roses.
A kiss from a rose ghost.
Too bad I could never get closer.
Just don't wake me when its over.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
A delicate design, gently painted are white ink spots on each wispy wing
polka dots align her spine, O what a sight for sore eyes in virgin spring
A fancy moth is what some say, an insect with a marbled brown fringe ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array, iridescent cerulean and teal tinge
A thousand miles she will fly, against Fall's tender cool azure sky
golden rays her solar compass, to orient her pathways—alas
Her journey comes to an end, up the coast where time she’ll spend
Vanessa flutters by, a painted lady, a butterfly
When everything about me still thrives,
And everything is a sight for sore eyes,
I'm thankful for my sense of SIGHT.
When noise abounds with the hearing of sounds,
because my eardrums are enough to Astone,
I'm grateful for my sense of HEARING.
When never taking for granted a savory taste,
And as Jesus said, let nothing go to waste,
I'm thankful for my sense of TASTE.
When my bride is baking with sweet working labor,
And overwhelming me with smells of succulent flavors,
I'm grateful for my sense of SMELL.
I bow my knees and heart when I feel that loving touch,
And when I realize that I have been blessed with so much,
I'm thankful for my sense of TOUCH.
082023PS
Never the never
If all was to disappear in front of your eyes,
Would you still reach out for me?
In an echo chamber I am only ever,
Calling out for you to hear the words that I need to speak.
If I was to whisper, into a gale force wind,
Would you find a way to hear the words that I say?
If I am gone in the morning light, as you open your eyes,
Would you still reach out for me?
Would I still be near...?
Would you find a way?
You resonate, around my mind,
When ear plugs are in, to drown the din,
Of everything that I can’t help but think.
When I am blind drunk you are still the only one;
A sight for sore eyes, that feels right inside.
I keep you next to my heart, to never be torn apart,
By your absence or absinthe; a step too far.
We are in a three legged race to the finish.
Broken wishes, broken promises;
Never heart’s in broken pieces.
We regenerate each other every day with the words we each say
And in the way we move in tune, so soon, I am with you again,
As without you could never even be considered.
All the love, I have to give; if selected,
I would never again have a heart of wither.
With or without, you are priceless; no selling out.
Counting diamonds as they escape from your mouth
And leave me intent on making this last.
You are my first; you will be my last.
You take me past the past and into forever.
I am statue, made human by you.
Brought to life by your promise of never the never.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I look in the mirror
There I see the prettiest girl in the world
For all her curves and edges
She sure is a sight for sore eyes
She knows her beauty is a weapon
The sharpest she could ever wield
Certainly mightier than the pen
Sharpened only by her brains
She is a force
Defeat a distant acquaintance
Nothing that stands in her way
Ever lives to see another day
Brick by brick
This girl built herself up
With help from passers-by
Who didn't know it was an empire they helped build
The girl in the mirror
Is content
In a shoebox in the street
Or in her mansion up on Wilbery Street
Cause she got that inner peace
Rosè on the roof
Designer handbags year-round
The newest wheels in her driveway
Is the only way she rolls
Prayer sewn to her side
Jesus tattooed on her heart
The Holy Spirit her only confidant
Her faith her foundation
The girl in the mirror
Thinks of her faults
Like brush strokes of an artist
Perfect in their imperfection
She is a masterpiece
No need of change
Rich in health and in wealth
Gorgeous on the inside and the outside
The girl in the mirror
Is the best part of me
I feel lucky to know her
Maybe one day I'll get to be her
Form:
Moonlight bright.......giving brilliance to night
will you marry my daughter..... she's a sight for sore eyes.
A spirit wild ....she's the love of my life
glides accross the skies with others of her kind.
A joy .... her warm embrace as she draws near
to tickle with dainty fingers other spirits' hair.
Her starry eyes twinkling bright...her flaxen hair
sweep the evening sky.
Her smile .....a touch of sunset on the earth below
her gown .....the sprinkle of stardust ,an everlasting glow
illuminates the cosmos...a delightful scene.
I offer her to you moonlight bright
your bride to be.......keep her at your side.
your special moonbeam she'll become
a joy she''ll bring you...on your nocturnal ride,
your special moonbeam she'll be....
my spirit child.
The circus has come to town
Washington D.C., its prime playground
Congress on the brink of a nervous breakdown
Screaming at President Trump to step down
Donald J. Trump stands center stage
Tweeting and texting with fistic rage
A bull in a china shop, inciting p.c. outrage
While fancying himself a genius-sage
To the left of Trump is former V.P., Joseph Biden
Verbal gaffes all exposed he can't hide in
'Mr. Excitement' can't bring the voters' tide in
He's sure experience alone will help him glide in
Far to Biden's left rants Elizabeth Warren
Her attacks on business, for an ox to gore on
To break up Google and Amazon she'll go to war on
To hell with $100k employee salaries ~ the moron
Our circus is surely a sight for sore eyes to see
And for an encore, we're bringing back Hilary!
We walk slowly as not to rush, no need for you can hear her beauty before you approach, everyone with different ethnicities are headed the same way as we are..
The trees alive with so many vibrant colors, shapes, sizes, yet we admire them for who they are isn’t that ironic, this place is so alive with sights sounds, time sits still…
We’ve arrived to see her beauty, so powerful, so strong, Minnehaha Falls, an iconic popular site in Minneapolis, unlike the city, is a sight for sore eyes, no matter who you are, as she unleashes her powerful water over the rocks..
One can only stand still, take in her beauty, power, kids playing in the pool below, having lunch, laughter and squeels of kids and adults going back in years, letting go of days stresses, worries as they too fall over the falls, thus us what Minneapolis should be like..
Picnics, lunches bare feet in her waters, no judgments, no hate, fighting amongst our differences, just pure joy, laughing, acceptance does her majestic beauty unleash, maybe this is why she’s called “The MIGHTY Missippi.
Just one question do I seek, where are the bathrooms..