To Ponder or Not to Ponder
...To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling an...
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Categories:
sclera, 11th grade, conflict, devotion,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Fun
...• Blue eyes with a red sclera
• Lashes as yellow as the sun
• He always saw the world differently
• I figured he was just having fun
• He would jump the fences of school playgrounds
• An...
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Categories:
sclera, 11th grade, child, children,
Form: Rhyme
THE MOON
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See the full moon's bright eye,
Use her as guide.
Imagine her sclera, pupil, and iris
Capture in colors you see fitting on a clear evening.
Cut out her yellow yolk of an egg
Reveal just albume...
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Categories:
sclera, change, fantasy, freedom,
Form: Free verse
The Eye Undisguised
...Said the pea of pupil, "I don't like the eye"
And so like faith, the universe implored, Y?
Does not the eye herald pupil?
Does not the eye look after pupil?
Be it bulging, eastern, wide, or other...
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Categories:
sclera, analogy, butterfly, caregiving, cousin,
Form: Free verse
Nothing There
...You left. I’m not full of anything but nothingness.
It’s an interesting feeling, nothingness. It hurts so badly you’d think something was there. But when I check, it’s empty. There’s nothing there....
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Categories:
sclera, dark, death of a
Form: Free verse
Helplessness
...sclera scared of
protecting the pupil ~
rulers citizens
23 December 2021...
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Categories:
sclera, irony,
Form: Haiku
The Encyclopedia of You
...I am reading your autobiography, the encyclopedia of you
yet I remain a student of your sclera
a pupil of your pupils
a Vincent of your irises
An excerpt from the poem "A Strang...
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Categories:
sclera, love,
Form: Free verse
I R I S
...The smell of an iris flower is like
A clean whiff of Gulf breeze,
Independent of clinging debris.
The iris is prissier than a rose;
More colorful than carnations
It is guardian of the pupil in...
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Categories:
sclera, appreciation, beauty, courage, garden,
Form: Free verse
Through the Poets Eyes
...THROUGH THE POET'S EYES
The soul that can speak through the eyes
is the thought that execute it infinite mastery
with a passion like a refiners fire,
unquenchable by roaring waters.
Just like ...
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Categories:
sclera, 1st grade, perspective, poets,
Form: Concrete
A Strange Galaxy
...When I gaze into this realm, I see more than the dazzling array
of golden starbursts floating in a cosmic sea of blue-green-gray,
photoreceptors painting post-Impressionistic explosions of ...
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Categories:
sclera, stars,
Form: Free verse
Her Eyes
...Her Eyes
Have you seen how ravishing is a pearl
Inside the mouth of a shell?
How it illuminates underneath the sea,
Imagine if it had a pupil and iris as well.
Her Eyes!!!!
So big they could se...
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Categories:
sclera, beauty, dedication, desire, ,
Form: I do not know?
Brittle Bones Break 1
...Brittle Bones Break
It is heartwrenching to read today of a grotesque medical anamoly…
When a cute little girl of four suffers from a cruel bone malady…
The medical journals have identified it ...
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Categories:
sclera, anxiety, caregiving, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
Things Could Be Worst
...Magnificent gifts
Equals luminosity
Of one called the Sun
Red rivers run smooth
Flowing to mesh with life's pool
Gifts reservoirs cool
Sclera of twin orbs
Posing where the whole world look...
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Categories:
sclera, people,
Form: Haiku
Appaloosa Horses
...Appaloosa Horses ( Poem )
Bloodlines have influenced breeds
For beauty and performance needs
Native American horses on t.v.
Used decades in western movies
Identified mottled skin note
C...
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Categories:
sclera, animal, character, horse, native
Form: ABC
Song of the Carpal Rust
...I see
the radiation is rolling off my eyelids
right into the sclera
white to red
I can't remember how to pick grapes
with arthritis of the mind
going north towards
the wanderings of the crows...
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Categories:
sclera, nostalgia
Form: Free verse
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