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Gabe May 2018
My tears fall at the sound of the rain,
Hoping you can hear it knocking at your window pane,
In every drop instill every pain,
Also the love I have been giving away.
Dawn Jupiter Apr 2018
portals,
boundaries,
encased snapshots,
an edit.

a consumable fragment,
a glimpse,
palatable.
Dawn Jupiter Apr 2018
Glass renders it silent,
its movements make sweet music.
Its song remains unshared
until someone, the window, opens.
Moving the T.V set
so we can get a clearer view
of the lightning storm
Written 3rd of April 2016 when I tried to write a poem a day of that month.
anotherdream Apr 2018
I could see her face,
From outside the window,
She was lost from the rain,
Didn’t know where to go.

She shielded her eyes,
With her unblemished hands,
Just trying to hide,
Things she never had.

I scraped the glass,
As if I could meet her,
She seemed to have it,
But I’m not really sure.

My legs started moving,
And I rushed outside,
Out to where she stood,
Far past the line.

Her eyes meant to glow,
Through the perilous night,
I yearned to reunite,
Like the blind and their sight.
What is the window separating her from me? ** S.B. <3
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2018
If the eyes are indeed window
To the soul,right here ,right now,
I say no access granted.
For I too have patiently waited
With vigor and optimism,
To look through this prism.
Beyond this dark #WAYFARER
Into an unknown but bright future.
A future I've worked so hard for...
I have given too much for her,
Ever since the day of my youth...
A quest that took sweat and tooth.
Some sweat and blood,yet I hang on..
During gloomy days or pain I moan..
At night I gaze the constellations and pray
I do this from Monday to Sunday,
Each and every Morning and evening
Until thy kingdom come,I'll stop at nothing,
Until I join my ancestors in the great beyond...
Until I can no more see the reason to fight on,
Until my soul circumvent this temporal phase,
And soar to its final and eternal resting place.

#IvanBrooksPoetry
4/5/2018
The eyes are indeed a window to the soul...
Nadia Laird Apr 2018
I fell in love with brown eyes,
Yet they were no longer brown.
They were an amber
Ambers sparked into flames
In the rings of their iris
I wanted every gold fleck of light
On the rusted mahogany
Twisting bridges
Flickering under their shadowy dark lashes
To lead the way
And I didn't care where.

I fell in love with green eyes
Yet they were no longer green
They were a forest
Dark and mysterious
With dense mossy rifts
Entwined with one another
You lose yourself in seconds
If you go too far
The streaks of sparkling champagne
Sunlit rays peaking through
Leafy Junipers and evergreens

I fell in love with blue eyes
Yet they were no longer blue
They were brighter than the sky
Deeper than the ocean
A sea
Of teal
Waves of sapphire crash down
Circling the endless abyss
Dilating
And
Expanding
Making even tears glimmer like diamonds
As they fall down their cheek

I fell in love with hazel eyes
The iris that changes from day to night and over again
Swirls of chestnut coffee in a mug
sitting on a bed of green grass
The taupe and raw umber trees drape over
shading the circular meadow
sunshine peaking through
kissing the green with gold
and a bright blue sky
lighting it all

I fell in love with the window
To their soul
True emotions
Not being deceived by the smile on their face
Personality dripping down like tears
I fell in love with the truth.
Lying beside this clear glass of sorrow
Recalling the night when I felt the pain
As I lost you, entered Cupid's arrow
Torn me to pieces with no strength to regain.
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