#iris
demanding with your eyes
out for blood, violent red
but I know, deep down?
all you want is someone
to meet your gaze, and keep it.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
I gazed at my iris tears
Like one gazes at evening stars
And midnight moons
And deeply sighed
Caress my love
Like the Summer breezes
Caresses Sunflowers
vineyards and Roses
And become
a honey flowing fountain
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
Many things sparkle
Within
A lavendar iris
Garden
Petals sweetly kissed
With Midnights rain
Honey
Swaying hip within hip
Sigh upon sigh
Beside the Luminous lakeshore
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
With mourns and frail tears,
for the faded brief love, lost,
will cry when you die.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 1:58 PM UTC
it's the way the sunlight hits her eye
that makes her look so enticing,
like a glass of whiskey
on a thirsty day
of never being
enough.
it's that brown being lit up golden
through the windows
that tease a glance
into a broken
soul.
it's my fault for always finding myself
out in that desert, with nothing
to drink away the need
to forget about and
walk out of the
desert.
it's that jar of honey she sees the whole
world through that keeps pouring
and calling me to take
a drink of her
whiskey hued
irises.
my only defense is uttering out loud:
name's Ander,
and I'm an alcoholic.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 4:56 AM UTC
The creases and curves
that guard the gate of heaven.
Revered be the bless'd grounds!
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
My Iris died today
Her petals fell and blew away
Under the moon I lay and weep
Holding tight to the memories I keep
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 11:21 PM UTC
Like Japanese iris,
she shines with raindrops in the sun.
A blossoming grace in silence.
A new butterfly in flight.
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 12:10 PM UTC
I will stay for today
Tomorrow has me
Already
I know not where I go, hence
I hope for splendor
And the spark off a
sparrows wing.
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 6:19 PM UTC
A star died in my eyes
A black hole in my iris
A light I thought I shined
Instead casts hazard alert signs
•
My horizon is lack lustered
The fall is an everlasting lost
I want to believe these eventful dreams
Are preparing me for the relative of death
Or maybe to rest on a point of no return
Such as my eyes looking too the past
As the iris collapses
•
These thoughts are micro
Yet weigh on me heavy
My eyes engulf aglow
Yet dream only sightly
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Looking down at you
looking up at me
I see the whole world
glistening in your
wild, wild eyes.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 7:15 AM UTC
I love watching Spring bloom in the reflection of your eyes.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
A white flower
wearing an eyeglass,
her eyelash rolled
Like calla lily,
her bright beautiful
sciera looks glassy
like, brown iris and
chocolate pupil rouned,
Stood up
her face
Brighten the Android
phone is softly touching,
when Funda closed the
shop door, she turn
her face to me
and she said
Goodnight
Beautiful
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Love is
a good thing
when frosted coated with
passionate kisses.
Without them kisses,
it’s like kissing your parents
on the
lips;
meaningful but not pleasurable
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
Subtle
~for Sally~
there is no escaping it.
to write of subtle,
one must be blunt,
forthright,
direct,
write with no subtlety.
there is no way, impossible, to capture the fine single threads required
to weave a tapestry of bold and delicate intertwined, of depth and
surface, of a droplet of water shining outstanding in a sea of harsh
blather.
there is bold, there is pale. they can coexist, perhaps even
heighten each other.
but subtle is a delicacy, a single thread, a standard rarely achieved.
which is why this poem makes no pretense at subtlety.
Aug 21~22
2020
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 7:48 AM UTC
Eyes a devil blue.
Drowning those who swim in your hue.
A captivating, gorgeous blue.
Distracted by the iris, the pupil a black hole- a virus- ******* the stars out of people.
Pulling them to the edge of your eye, you watch them from afar, as they try and survive.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
And I am not in the mood
to look at the moon.
Show me the sun
in the hours of its rise
so my eyes will pay the price
for letting the memory of you
vanish from their dark irises;
those which will burn
along with the sun
and will have a reason to cry
while looking up to the sky.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
He sang along to the trumpets in his head,
as the radio once did.
"I'll always be there for you,"
He stuttered past his heart.
The coldness locking his beath
in a frozen cloud of smoke
intertwining in the frosted skies,
"Then you told me no,"
His hands quivered in his sleeves where scars left no marks,
while his voice was breaking like broken bones.
He never finishes his dying lyrics,
with the notes dangling in the air,
for someone else to pair.
And an iris left at the stairs.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Always will the sun
shine upon closed eyes until
we all learn to bloom.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
in a sea of roses
so brilliant and bright
i'd give you a bouquet
with their petals in color
from red
to white
to yellow
to blue
and watch the casting shades
beam in your eyes
worth more than an iris
with love deep as a lily
and whenever i'm with you
i see a field of dandelions
because you are worth so much more
then a garden of roses
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
A heart can beat
Without oxygen
For a minute
Starlight gleam
For an eternity seem
A gander can fly
Across the open sky
Till it's out of sight
And yet noone can reach you
Noone even tries
Because even fools recognize
The unobtainable
Untouchable height
That is your virtuous value
In my eyes
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC