No matter what you wear,
Your eyes shine through
In an intensive stare.
One that drags the watcher in,
To a fantastical swim
Leaving their head to spin.
Always soft, a little kind
Your eyes are thoughtful,
A key to your mind.
Never appearing twice the same,
A chameleon of colors,
Rotating in a complicated game.
One that is a mystery to begin,
No rule book in sight,
An even harder one to win.
What could be, the secret to your eyes.
Always too attentive,
Unravelling the societal disguise.
Maybe they contain two different hearts.
One with the material world,
And one where your reality starts.
// Thanks for reading :)
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Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
Comments (6)
Great poem. Love it!
This was such a wonderful poem! Loved it!
Great piece♥️💯✌️📝😉
Nice work great writing I’m new here so I’ve just dropped a few books❤️
"Maybe they contain two different hearts. One with the material world, And one where your reality starts." That is quite an interesting metaphor. I tried to visualize the eyes with two hearts. Honestly, it looks terrifying. Especially when you start seeing them pulsating and pumping blood through the vessels. But the metaphor is beautiful! Loved your poem!
My eyes! Jk, its a nice poem