Short Lens Poems
Short Lens Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lens by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lens by length and keyword.
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Y-our
E-yes
S-ee,
C-ounting
O-n
B-eholding
E-veryday
R-eality
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Monocrostic (Birthday of May L. Escober)
Epistemic Humility,
the world adjusts its crown
Reality filtered through the lens
of who looks, when, and how
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
The Lord is faithful to forgive His children
when we repent sincerely of our sins.
He’ll redirect us to the path He’s chosen
and help us view life through the proper lens.
My son just bought the most amazing camera
With super fast shutter speed, “on the edge of the cut”
And when he photographed my wife and I
He managed to snap her with her mouth shut
Form:
happiness is here
sweet red pie of blood
hushed puppies yawn free
girl in the body shop transformed
black coal shapes into precious dia-
monds crossed chairs of peace magi-
c of crystalline lens
Form:
photography is an obsession of mine
love taking snaps by design
the capturing of moments that align
my passion for chasing sunshine
and seeing how its beauty imitates the divine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Reading between thin lines, holes begin to appear
Not redactions or errata, pixelation becomes clear
Cross within a circle, new configuration's designed
Simultaneously hits home, blowing away our mind
By
David Kavanagh
Life has changed so much in merely two weeks
Life was hard and traumatic at times
Now it is just grey with grief
The beauty of friendship is still here,
A sunrise still fills the sky with wonderful colors
But life just feels muted and dingy
Lends us vigilence.
The Camera can record perfect details.
Seek,eye,seek what needs to be seen.
Show us from your many vantage points
Help us our picture to complete.
The rolling footage is rewound and
we hope what we look for is found.
Things taught black and things taught white
When I was young and caged,
Became a brilliant-colored quilt
When teens rushed through my age.
Things swarmed shadowed shades of gray
Once I turned middle-aged,
Then circled back to black and white
As I became a sage.
THROUGH THE LENS OF A FALLEN LEAF
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oh, if I could drift
through autumn’s gold descent—
watch roots drink deep,
feel frost’s first kiss,
know the weight
of a single raindrop
on paper-thin skin,
and blaze one last crimson sigh
before settling
into earth’s dark hymn.
A pure white dove
fans its tail feathers.
A scurrying chipmunk
misses the show.
My eye took it all in
while the world blinked.
Back home
the picture I took
just before the tail display,
will always be mildly
disappointing,
yet that next image
(the one not caught),
will long remain,
the one
I most clearly see.
What I would give
To see the world
Through the eyes
Of eager curiosity
And playful innocence
With a heart pure
As a summer morn
The future out there
For the writing
An open book
What I would give
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on January 1, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT 2 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Poised on the end of your finger tip, you open your eyelid wide,
it pops straight onto your iris and you barely even tried.
When it comes to removing it, it’s an entirely different ball game,
you gently try to slide it out and almost end up maimed.
Why is it something that is so thin, can feel like a brick,
and why can’t you find it when on your eyeball it did stick?
Our Non-dual Lens
This..our true Lens
Has been shaded by
Life-long conditioning..
A lens of separation
Depicting subject and object
Seems as our means of
Perception..
In pockets of humanity
There are many who
Have known the
Availability of the Lens
But most humans
Have not asked the
Question of how this
Lens may be recognized..
Such Recognition is the
Path to Peace
in our time..
I knew, that if you knew that I was watching
Your thoughts of me would never be the same
The sexual approach as you hugs and
caresses her silicone enchancers
So tightly,
You feast upon her, sweetness
That moaning sound, the bulging purple blood;
Surges in your veins
You close your eyes, and you sigh “Oh my God”
words, I never heard like that before
You seem at ease with the whore
A fish crow has tan-
blue sparkles; pearls coat the sky.
A resting brook
is melting chocolate,
it flows through lime-green sprouts.
A burning orange
is the sun;
yet a rock can wears
its hue. A stick curves up from
the water- a night
colored alligator
that spares biped shades of dusk.
A plastic liqueur
bottle is stepped
over; its dirt stained shape an
empty night, open.
Couplet “New Lens”
My blood, sweat, and tears. Every single drop.
Yes it hurt but life doesn’t stop
The world kept moving and so did I
I was determined to continue to fly
Looking back now, it was a major blessing
Came out of it better with many life lessons
Protect your ear with positive friends
and just like a new camera, you’ll have a new lens
Written by Marcus Lattimore
To see the big picture
when looking at life in the hope
of finding signs of sanity in humanity
use the little lens end of a telescope
altho' by putting the large one to your eye
wishing it would improve the view
by diminishing flaws or imperfections
you're only fooling you
Gerry O'Driscoll, 'There is no dark side in the moon, really.'
Martin H. Samuel, 'There is no wrong end of a telescope.'
Through the camera lens
She appears to me
But in negative
She looks so differently
Enhanced is her shape
Delicious in curve
Negative shadows
Hugging clothes serve
Pout and pert
Elegance
Posture of shape
My eyes in trance
Shadows of black
Stand out eyes
Piercing me
Leaves me in sigh
Through the camera lens
She appears to be
The negative
Of what I normally see
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As song's come alive
expanding my mind
.........flows to my feet
where I begin dancing with time
Personal space filled
outgrowth is real
sharing my notes
for others to feel
Push forward these feet
as I pound these streets
overflowing satisfaction
for all I greet.....
It's only a moment
a blink of an eye
focus lens shutters
'cause in a blur passes by
Peripheral vision
absorbing light
coloring images
most beautiful sights.....
The ebony night crawls
With its webbed feet
On my distressed mind,
To peel off my fusty clothes,
From my fatigued body,
Stinking me like the putrescence
Of my time, and of my life,
Feels me then
As light as feather
Floating up into the azure.
Before my inner eyes,
Barely exposed I’m
In my living portrait
Caught in the lens of camera
Zoomed in and out
To perfect my image
With my own personal touch
Just for hanging in the wall
Of my living room.
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The ebony night crawls
With its webbed feet
On my distressed mind,
To peel off my fusty clothes,
From my fatigued body,
Stinking me like the putrescence
Of my time, and of my life,
Feels me then
As light as feather
Floating up into the azure.
Before my inner eyes,
Barely exposed I’m
In my living portrait
Caught in the lens of camera
Zoomed in and out
To perfect my image
With my own personal touch
Just for hanging in the wall
Of my living room.
Form: