Short Deep Set Poems

my deep set self doubt
means I take myself away
in shame and shambles...

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Experience is fleeting
—memories are forever

(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)...

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Eloise is a black and white cat

The pads of her feet pink

Her eyes a deep set green

My love for her grows warmer still

A lovely shade of red...

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In the skull of the scuttle
she comes to me
between the stretches
of a sunken moor
it is not alone
those deep set eyes 
shall guide me
keeping safe
from an unwanted storm...

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Time with you, so treasured
I'll take all I can get 
A love that can't be measured 
In my heart deep set
I knew from the beginning
The inkling I had grew
From a question to a statement
Now for certain, I love you...

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She was a willowy creature,
lithe and svelte.

Her fangs were deep set
and hardly showed
but once in a blue moon.

Her beauty was un-stunning,
though acceptable
in the glare of the stage lights.

A model she was,
but of just what
it was hard to tell....

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Dry patch now wet
Rain floods deep set


Glimpse of swift strides
Rain splashes tides


Dark clouds wing by
Rain drops now cry


Such crisp wet notes
Rain water votes


Coldness draws near
Rain wets right here




Leon Enriquez
04 March 2018
Singapore...

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Dry patch now wet
Rain floods deep set


Glimpse of swift strides
Rain splashes tides


Dark clouds wing by
Rain drops now cry


Such crisp wet notes
Rain water votes


Coldness draws near
Rain wets right here




Leon Enriquez
04 March 2018
Singapore...

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so hard to see me
the inside is not out
the trials and sorrows hidden
respect gained the hard way
never the easy way, no

a reverence for wit
an easy kindness gifted
deep set eyes shining
full of affection ever

before the love
comes the like
but I love

love all
even mistakes

love...

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hail, someone, death is hell
he was well so well
soothing like waters from the well
& the world did him hail
tho' sad but not so sad like hell
ah, death-harbinger as on a rail
crept in but who could tell
which way she came oh, tell
as some practiced steps did fell
& the voice from deep-set hell
trembling rose like the bliss of hail....

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Mind 
silent, 
storm 
ruins
deep-set soul.
In dark
vale 
flows slow
sorrow stream.
Memory flakes
glide with dreams
on trail
of 
dry tears,
etched beneath
collapsed
eyes,
casing 
hope.

____________

March 3, 2023
Syllable count checked with HMS
Contest : Waltz Wave
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet...

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An withered crone in a park
where the young play.
Her eyes are deep set
but the blue within them is clear.
Her flesh clings to crooked bones,
yet she is a vision 
there among the youthful,
a message for all those 
who will overcome.
She’s foreshadowing, an augury
that we all must, in the end,
survive ourselves
with a formidable and life well lived....

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The old man
Sits alone,
A babe in the woods
Dead duck easy prey

A soft touch is offered,
I take the old one home

"Are these you're last days?" I ask,
He nods unknowingly

A shot of bourbon is given
Gratefulness he gives
With deep set eyes.

Sleep away now.

I'll never forget to remember
I too could be this old man,
On any given day.

Sleep away old man,
Sleep where you may....

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You were never a choice,
You were never an option,
You were the only one,
The only receiver of the token.

Your dulcet voice,
opens doors to various imaginations.

Your deep-set eyes, 
place where lies my nation.

Your alluring magnanimious face, 
admired for infinite duration.

The words can't embrace, 
your appealing expression.

Deep red intoxicating wine encased, 
The Day of our declaration....

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She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
   a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in my room, papered in spider spun silk
   Slumber is allusive to us tonight; the moon and I

I wonder what thoughts she holds in her heart
   Surely not man's doctrine of trivial pragmatism
Not by the one who rules the tide's ebb and flow
   Her mellow glow is a healing ointment of chrism...

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Never Again


Lost down memory lane in your migraine

Unable to explain this deep set pain 

Like a hurricane mixed with acid rain

From the inhumane way you entertain

Love goes down the drain in a wet bloodstain 

Pop the champagne then numb me in cocaine



04/26/17 
written for Contest: Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2...

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Singing silver in the sky,
thinks that life won't pass her by,
on wings of silver she will fly,
avoiding land where dead ones lie.

Metal feathers and waxen wings,
he didn't listen to a father's teachings,
only was told to pack his things,
should have remembered what flying high brings.

Golden eyes and feathered hair,
deep-set pupils take chance to glare,
both will not fly in their domain,
metal wings always bring pain....

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Old man 
Sits alone

A babe in the woods
Dead duck
Easy prey

Offer a soft touch
I do
Take the old man home

Is this your last days i ask?
He nods unknowingly,,

A double shot
Of bourbon i give,
Gratefulness given
With deep set eyes

Good-night old man
Sleep away,,,
Sleep in comfort
Where you may..

I'll never forget
To remember?
I could be this old man
On any given day

Seek comfort now
Old man
Seek it where you may,,,...

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There are those in whom evil is deep-set,
in whose hearts love lotus is yet to bloom,
for example, the demon Baphomet,
overlord of dark realms, where awaits doom.
It’s a place we would do well to forget,
lest the stench of evil becomes our tomb,
so we best hasten from there our escape,
sheltered in God’s domain of love agape.

12-February-2023

Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Constance La France...

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I long for my island
Asleep in the sea
A perfect location
Made just for me

Far from the rat race
The fear and the dread
No shop for my cravings
No milk and no bread

I travel there often
In my mind in the night
When my headspace is full up
When I’m losing the fight

My island’s as real
As any reality 
My perfect location
Asleep in the sea

Journey, don’t travel,
If your roots are deep set
Your mind is an atlas
You can never regret....

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Straight, blacs, deep set againstk hair, knotted in the back,
Obsidian eyes, nothing to lack;
Long braided legs, muscles intertwined,
Impressive to see, her muscles combined;
Bituminous eyes, deep set against her face,
Her beauty, so poweful, difficult to keep pace;
Her far eaot she is notst features, subtle to see,
Countenance unequaled, no one prettier than she;
Shedoes not pretend to be what she is not,
Especially with her heart, her blood curdling hot.

6-28-13...

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I have no empathy, 
Rip me open, and inside you will see,
the reason I despise 
the emptiness ,the lies,
the tears I can’t cry 
the look of isolation 
deep set in my eyes.

I’m praying one day to feel something,
Because everyday I’m numb,and I’m choking,
Left to drown in a sea of nothing,
Sick to death of all this  suffering. 

My hearts exhausted by destruction,
With a mind lacking any emotion,
My whole body has no compassion ,
Or room for any affection....

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Fancy that:
I write words
Cite deep set
Make thought heard


You know me:
I cite words
Write to be
Rhymes now heard


I find you:
In this space
Where time cues
A deep face


Here glimpse now:
Fancy that
Why and how
How love sets


Let things be:
Like a dream
Floating free
Pleasant streams


Thus we see:
Eye to eye
What will be
Sigh to sigh


And then know:
How love moves
Light that glows
Such wise grooves




Leon Enriquez
18 May 2017
Singapore...

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A living poem, not yet written,
not yet visible, haunts the periphery
of the inner eye.

She is as light as a feather,
though she has a deep-set gravity,
her presence impels my mind toward her.

Which way to seek?
The poem that is not yet created
is a womb both empty and full,
its potential
demands subservience.

A dark machinery makes love,
to the unsubstantial,
and one single insight is born,

from that seed within a seed,
she nakedly comes,
now you must dress her.

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I'm missing someone
Few days back, I found
I'm in need of something
My heart condemned to agro
A feeling of distinct dissatisfaction
Like a nail hammered in place
A bottomless void lay pitted 
And was rendered vulnerable
Even now as I reminisce
I perceive a hint of that deep-set twinge
In my chest, I'm hardly at rest
You can hardly compare the snail's symptoms
Of loneliness and impuissance to that of the snake's
                                                               -Toska...

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