Burning Eyes

Note: My friend Lady Day has also completed a poem about ‘eyes’, check it out, your eyes will not disappoint! Feel free to add your own eye poem  and link in the comment section!

 

Burning Eyes

coal eyes

trample me sadly,

burnished,

like her flesh,

they are raked and old

.

through red dirt dragged,

by demon soldier moments,

her lashes lower slowly,

like curtains

.

players unthinkable wait dryly,

for final call

and with my eyes of yearning fear,

I am stretching, sinuous,

past tearing, devil thorns,

striking at forgiveness

.

forced beyond endurance,

forced to truly stick back these eyes,

strip down to bare compassion

and

fall

into her broken heart

.

I take the hit

willingly, for what it is worth,

branded and burning.

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

43 thoughts on “Burning Eyes

  1. oh wow! This is so pure deep and stirring…I am still working on mine, but thank goodness your eyes are not so unlike my own, because if this had been cheer and sunshine, I would have dissappointed you…Love it my poetic friend…Love it!

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    1. Ahhh you can not disappoint me, I am not quite that arrogant! ha eyes wold have to be the most subjective theme, thanks for this opportunity it is FUN! wishes are next …I have added your link under my eye poem now

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  2. i think i’m still trying to understand it… but i must say, i feel like every line was another path in a beautiful journey… i have to come back and read this

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    1. it is based on watching someone else go through or actually become forever lost inside a traumatic experience….and having to find a type of forgiveness myself for her attackers in order to come away intact…. it is about what the eyes see and reveal and try to hide……her eyes full of pain, her attackers eyes dry and unemotional, my eyes touched and desperate for some kind of solace for her..and myself and the world and the perpetrator….

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      1. and you’ve said it all in the eyes… you’re a masterpiece factory my friend 🙂 (I’ll come back and read this still… so i can appreciate it’s full beauty, really exhausted right now.. but thanks for the explanation… the poem is shorter than your comment hahaha… sigh, so much is said in so little… making each word a unique gem)

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      2. lol! Ever think about it though? The more you say the less your individual words mean?

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      3. oh yes I have, always having such a desire to communicate, constantly studying what approach gets the most attention! 😉 , I know…my children and the children I teach remind me too with a roll of the eyes and a forward request of ‘can we start painting NOW!!’ yes yes just after i tell you ONE more thing! 🙂

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  3. I wanted you to know that I nominated you for the Beautiful Blogger Award. (It’s on my site). I really enjoy your blog and wanted to openly acknowledge it.

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  4. Hello The Silver Poet,

    Thank you very much for following my blog. I hope I do not disappoint you. I hope each of your visits in my blog will always be a joyful ride! 🙂

    Thank you again and have a wonderful day! 🙂

    Subhan Zein

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  5. Dear SilverPoet, In addition to the “One Lovely Blog Award” from Paz, I have nominated you for the “Sunshine Award” because your poetry brings a ray of sunshine into my “Blogosphere.” I want others to catch the warmth of your thoughts, too. Check out the award at janbeek.wordpress.com Whether you do the “stuff” to accept it or not is not the important thing. It’s the affirmation. You’re good, man!!

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  6. crisp writing you have. simply i see standing up for another. i get along with most, but i tend to gravitate to the underdog when i start to smell things aren’t as they should. sometimes though cliques can be very clever. i don’t like them much.

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    1. i hear you. It is about standing up, but also about finding forgiveness and compassion within me for things that are almost impossible to forgive for someone who should never be expected to forgive… a bit convoluted! 🙂

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