Short Eyesight Poems
Short Eyesight Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eyesight by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eyesight by length and keyword.
One Robert Rauschenberg
so prolific letting creativity surge
His best a visual delight
let it drench & fill your eyesight
Mrs. O'Leary
her eyesight bleary
bought an old used cow
But when it kicked
the proverbial bucket
all of Chicago screamed, "Ow!"
John Milton wet to school at St Paul
destined a poet was his call
His greatest oeuvre, Paradise Lost
losing his eyesight,was the great cost
Ocean waves,
Crash against the rocky cliffs,
Each taller that the next,
All too beautiful for my eyesight
Nausea sweeps over and I wake up
One time a bat hit a door.
The bat then fell on the floor.
It shook out its wings,
Tried to gather its things,
But couldn't; its eyesight was poor.
Small visual field
The facts are all present now
Bad news: Glaucoma
Losing my eyesight
Must pamper my failing eyes
Don’t want to lose them
Russell Sivey
A Neanderthal me comes at night,
He’s storm and grumpy, an ugly blight.
You will not see him with human eyesight.
But he’ll be unkind, and I don’t mean slight.
A blind person who has lost his eyesight
Is not worse than him who has no vision;
To the former, the day is like a night,
To the latter, dark is the horizon.
Your poems soar ~
A delight in flight ~
Close your eyes~
embrace~
no need for eyesight ~
brain scan the image ~
smiles on their face.
Copyright McCuen 2009
Majestic and alone,
Roosting in night's darkness.
I deeply probe illusion
With hearing and eyesight,
Guided by wisdom, and
Sound judgment, seek truth in life.
9/23/2025
My eyesight ain't good as it once used to be
Watch fleas mating, male down on his knees
Females screaming
Males gleaming
They yelled out something in Fleawanese
Welcome to old age
My eyesight is fading
Along with my memory
The lines on my face are so definitive
And I sulk everywhere I go
Oh, I’m coming into nineteen
So withered and worn
Form:
Mick’s ex-wife in the nude needed some cheer,
she felt fat and ugly and horribly *****;
to Mick she did lament,
“pay me a compliment …”
“Well your eyesight is near perfect my Dear.”
My eyesight ain't good as it once used to be
Watch fleas mating, male down on his knees
Females screaming
Males eyes gleaming
They scream out naughty things in Fleawanese
Specs of drops of light
Shining also bright
In front of my eyesight
I can hardly see the night
3/25/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2014, 3020
Now how about this, my eyesight has dimmed
But still focus on bums, my eyes are still pinned
That's all that counts
Viewing copius amounts
Of female attributes, hey it ain't no sin
Now how about this, my eyesight has dimmed
But still focus on bums, my eyes are still pinned
That's all that counts
Viewing copius amounts
Of female attributes, hey it ain't no sin
TV commercials interest me now
I can watch the same one nine times in a row
And still not know what they are selling
Is it my age? My eyesight? My hearing?
Or are commercial writers really bad now?
With Playful Eyesight
With playful eyesight he became a peeker;
Through tough times which were bleaker;
When we had read,
What newspaper said,
We realized that the source was a leaker.
Jim Horn
Now are all ye poets listening up here
Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears
Not recommended for sure
Myth says their eyesight is poor
But they've eaten more humans than their share
So many boys just cannot stand carrots
Orange veggie sticks for them have no merit
But as their eyesight declines
Their taste buds get more refined
Orange eye candy's sweet ~ They can stare at it
This is a conspiracy of your eyes
Or my eyesight is wrong.
You love me or is it my mistake.
I'm mad with your eyes.
That's all my fault.
Please ask yourself from the heart.
It's all just his fault.
Form:
Aardvark
First animal
Alphabetically
Destroyer of high citadels
Thirty five million years, one diet
Consuming whole populations
Poor eyesight, nocturnal
Termite eater
Aardvark
My husband cannot see the fog rising.
Smiling, he takes a picture
and the fog dawns on me.
hubby’s cell phone image: no fog in sight
his photo rightly clear
then the fog dawns on me
Now are all of you poets listening out there
Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears
Not recommended for sure
Myth says their eyesight is poor
Us humans, they've eaten more than their share