Eyes Poems

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
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Even the impossible can be done
because I believe it can
the toughest challenge can be won
because I am a fighting man
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I remember
vividly those serene eyes,
shining bright,
emotion in them
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People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
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In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flower Krishnakali
On a cloudy day in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
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How wisely Nature did decree,
With the same Eyes to weep and see!
That, having view'd the object vain,
They might be ready to complain.
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.

When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
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The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
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After I had cut off my hands
and grown new ones

something my former hands had longed for
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You can scorn more illustrious eyes,
sweet eyes of my child, through which there takes flight
something as good or as tender as night.
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Eyes are the windows to each and every soul
That articulates a story in every perspective
Seeping when sad and tightened when angry
But can lie to us ‘cause they're deceptive.
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One night a feat was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked
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There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.
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If you have eagerness in your heart, it means you are alive,
If your eyes are filled with dreams, it means you are alive
Learn to be free like the wind,
Learn to flow freely like the river,
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Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon which the furious Nature was recording her many deeds. Men came home from the streets while silence engulfed the night.

In a lone house near those villages lived a woman who sat by her fireside spinning wool, and at her side was her only child, staring now at the fire and then at his mother.
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I cannot be known
Better than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep
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I saw her in a Broadway car,
The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
And then turn suddenly to me.
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Those eyes, just those eyes so timid amongst bright lights. Soften amongst a darkened surface. So fragile yet show no emotion.

Those eyes can come in many colors green, blue, brown, or even hazle, or no eyes at all.
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Part I:

These eyes do not glow with a calming light; they cannot heal. They only emanate insidious neon.
These eyes burn through us like hypodermic needles in the frail, darkened veins of our dreaming.
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Eyes
lovely eyes
do please give away
(as and when)
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   YOUR EYES

As I glaced into your eyes they left me in a daze that I can not shake
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Eyes
lovely eyes
do please give away.
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1
Lilac Castles

They are, of course, above the earth,
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Thus what a beautiful day for a bird to touch the morning sky with respect thus every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect but when one look to the sky for one see the eyes of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect and yet for every touch of the angel hand for once eyes shall sparkle in the sky just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air thus one will be touch by a lily that will touch a heart but where there is eyes of the angel for there respect.


Yet for one who wish thus one see the eyes in the sky that will touch a heart with respect thus every min that one feel the breeze for it's the angel that one feel when the angel whisper respect but for every heart some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but yet when the moon touch the sky for it touch the sky with the light of life but to the family that fill the air with respect for respect mean a lot to a heart that wish for respect oh beautiful night for where is the angel that will touch a heart with respect thus for where there is eyes of the angel for there respect.
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For when it's night thus the moon shall raise with the light of life but when one see a star that twinkle thus there a rose that been touch with respect for where the angel live is where one will feel the touch of respect thus the sky is the home of the angel and yet for every min that one look to the sky for one is looking in the eyes of the angel the eyes in the sky is the eyes of respect.


But some how a bird shall touch the morning sky with respect thus the bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper to a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus the more a heart wish for respect the more one will see the family that will touch a heart thus the eyes in the sky is the eyes of respect.
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For every moment that one feel the sun thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus for every bird for there a rose that will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one who wish or respect will look in the eyes of the bird thus for what one see is the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the eyes of the bird is the eyes of the angel of respect.
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