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Open Eyes
August 14, 2013
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The eyes are the windows,

Open demons damning

The quiet heart with looks

That could tell fears and feigns apart;

One can listen to the lies,

But lashes long and shielding

Cannot prevent the truth

From escaping wide and tired eyes.

Reflection is a wounded beast

With scars that mar

And thoughts of doubt

That never cease;

A mirrored image is a strange one

Indeed, for its distorted form

Causes ill-conceived ideas to swarm

In the heat of a summer’s sun.

Torture are the sunlit rays

Upon my clouded, weary gaze;

The bright light steals my sight

From beginning to end of day.

Taken captive by silhouettes

And shadows all around me,

Light and color fade away into nothing,

Yet somehow I still can see;

Blindness creates not a black void

But covers what is already there,

The burning flames from a blue sky

Urging my eyes to wither and tear

And sink into a grand abyss,

One where only darkness treads.

The corners corrode carelessly

All because of the sun’s fateful kiss;

It knows not why I should shrink,

Why I should fear to often blink-

Why I should fear never seeing

More than dancing shadows again.

I hide myself, surround myself

With the most beautiful things to see;

It is a relief, an escape from the total

Darkness I cannot seem to flee-

Yet to my comfort I find

That I am only half-blind.

My identity can be found in my writing
August 14, 2013
10:16 pm
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Bravo @SerenaLantha, I love this poem. There are many about the eyes. None are as colorfully written as this one. You have written many wonderful and creative lines with awesome symmetry that is typical of a SerenaLantha poem. Though there are many, this is one of my favorites of yours to date. The ending is nothing short of epic....................

Write on SerenaLantha..................... write on

Those individuals who deem themselves perfect barely scratch an elbow in their fall from grace. Wm Steele
August 14, 2013
10:25 pm
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Thank you, as always! I tried to keep some of the lines literal rather than only having this poem involving metaphors. I am glad you like it and am honored by your kind words!

My identity can be found in my writing
August 23, 2013
11:31 pm
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Ok guess it hasn't been too long since you posted :) . I guess I've been missing your comments. This is an excellent piece. The alliteration is great!

Wine is bottled poetry. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

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