Seeing Poems - Poems about Seeing

From my English cottage I can see America. Éire sings, as it labors in my field of vision, it's drunk on nostalgia as usual. A great sail-winged albatross glides across from one eye to the other. The trip to Ohio is a drawn-out unmusical note in a leaky squeeze box. From my Midwest window I can see the top of a Walmart roof, it has a...

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Years gone by, you'd almost forgotten, as you feel the days grow old and tired, you're bones ache, and you're feeling rotten, when, once again, you feel life's fire. The two of you have been through a lot. Long ago you were torn asunder, but you loved each other, which can't be bought, 'neath the bridge, lot's of water,...

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I have come to realize, real-in-my-eyes, that these eyes can see through blind walls just as easily as a breeze sees itself upon a trembling leaf. Metaphorical hat-brim pulled low over smiling eyes. A mind-view of a world made new just for a moment. There will be more, more realizations. I will watch a hedgerow bird eye a seed that no other creature can see, and I will tell...

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googly eyes big silly grin hello hello let's have a giggle let's you and me get together and have a laugh or two posted on April 13, 2025...

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Would you believe me if i told you, your life is a lie.* I'm pretty sure most of you would just try an deny.* Forced to go to school an learn about what.* The things you believe may not be the truth, tho i understand, not knowing to just trust your gut.* Science is fiction, just guesses of sorts.* Just...

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I fall asleep to thunderstorms. Though I’m under blankets, nothing warms. The storm winds blow and heavy rain pours, The lighting flashes and the thunder roars. My fears light up the night’s darkened sky. I can’t escape, no matter what I try. I fall asleep, but then awaken To find my peace now has been taken. Please someone come and take my hand Because...

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Are you going to drive after this rain, Maybe you should wait for it to dry, For you will only slide into the same old rut, Burrowing this rut deeper and deeper, It will guide your tread but at a cost, The deeper you go the higher the risk, Risk of being stuck in this rut you are...

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"Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." By Poet Memories are sleeping in an old dusty box. Even the ones I had forgotten about. Many years are awakening before me. Old love letters I now read and cry. Roses faded from a Valentine's Day dance. I feel each memory as I pull...

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Speaking from the heart Carries a heavy burden Putting yourself out there Seems so frightening Seems so complicated Walking a thin line between love and hate Is the hatdest part Believing I could be more So compelling Having a dream to be the writer you all go to Insane How I have gotten here Is not how I wanted the journey to go Spilling my skeltons...

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seeing what we miss supernatural babies more psychic than us many will relearn taught reality is wrong ignoring their eyes some retain their gifts believing in what they see psychic mediums...

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Little girl with eyes so bright Peering through binoculars, full of delight A stone wall cradles her gentle stance In a world of dreams, she dares to dance Every whisper of the wind, she hears Through her lenses, a universe unfolds Adventure calls, her heart is bold © daniel miltz...

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She is unobtainable because of social concepts. Friendly to a fault, not hers. She cannot hide her beauty,  though she tries. She seems to fight the attention and doesn't seem to desire it. To say she's an old man's fancy is to admit my feelings. But, i will not lie to myself. I just would like to see her acknowledge that...

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3 I lost my spark on a night so dark. The sun did descend, a stark day did end, with a ringing, stinging remark. Now I see what a lamplight shows me. Frosty, for free, did lend a perch, made a friend, waking me and making me see. A cardinal from high, and a round, snowy guy, ...

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Those memories won’t propel the future, Don died in less than 24 words spoken, In less than 24 hours lived he grazed the grace of time, To end up in a grave that was premature. The lie involving love and life is consistently incomprehensible, For we were too young to know of their existence in the end, The end still comes...

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So much to offer, so much to give Knowledge, Artistry, plenty of good ideas Word perfect, beautiful surface, and the smile Loves deeply, loyal completely, wicked sexy style So troubled, so Anxious, given too much pain Depression, abusive men, she's crying reign If only she could see what I see...

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