Ink-Eyes Poem by Matthew Hyatt

Ink-Eyes

Rating: 4.4


The twinkle of a star
the color of a car
is never seen and adored
By the one with the Ink-Eyes.

All she sees is the black of night
Only hears anothers plight
To look at great literature and fine art
She never had the chance to start.

Her hate is deep
For those who can sleep
And dream of great things
But never hear the cries
By the one with the Ink-Eyes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carolyn (Cy) Vuletic 16 November 2005

I like it because it's simple, short but very vivid too. Good one

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Mary Lyle 07 November 2005

I really like the way you describe 'Ink-Eyes' obvious displeasure for those who can see all the things she cannot.

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Kim McInnis 06 March 2005

I love it. Great work. Definitely your best piece, of the ones I've read so far.

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Nicholas Jankowski 27 February 2005

I liked this poem...is the girl blind? Ink-Eyes is a creative way of describing it.

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Poetry Hound 22 February 2005

Kind of interesting, ultimately impossible to figure out.

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