How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Thank you

Thank you....as was yours.

That is very well spoken. Loved it

the eyes - gateway to the soul

so it is written as the story is told

I look into your eyes

stripping away your disguise

laying bare the fear inside

you fight so hard to ever hide

reaching out I draw you in

showing you my soul within

so that your fears might abate

when you see the demon at my gate

you have nothing to fear

I have nothing to hide

open your eyes to a new day

knowing with my soul I did pay

great write Pam

the pupil is the black hole

that leads directly to your soul

Thank you, so much. I love yours also.

Very powerful Cynthia, I loved it.

Wake Me

In my dreams I see what this world has done to me

I am heartbroken as I lose faith in this thing called society.

My eyes see the evil and destruction, poverty and death,

The tears come as I watch communities take their last breath.

Bridges fall, tears cannot the problem solve, but they cannot be slowed,

Children missing, lost, stolen, running away not knowing where to go.

A grey tarnished eyesight, shatters the halo of the things now seen,

I truly do not want to sleep, wake me from this nightmarish dream.

© Cynthia Clark

My Eyes

My life on this here little piece of rock

Has been a journey of joy and agony

With my eyes I have seen the beauty that can be

But my eyes have also seen the cruelty of man

I have watched as a baby is born, I have watched as they die

I have been to beautiful forests full of life, those same forests now gone, clear cut for the money that can be got

Now, still no life to be seen there, even the birds no longer comes there

My eyes have watch as young love grows, and watch it fade away as lovers grow apart

I have walk on to a ridge and looked out over a land with clear air, but I also have seen smoke stacks pumping poison into the air

Now that I’m old and dying I can see the folly of man’s desires

In my eyes I can see what evil we have done, in the name of God all the wars that were won, all we did was to destroy the garden where we live

Yes, the world we had was a Garden of Eden, but now it’s gone because of our greed

Now my eyes will close, never more to see this land, for in my life I did not stop to breath nor look at what we as man had done in the name of God

When my eyes open next the face of God is who I’ll face

I’ll ask forgiveness of my sins, but God will look at me and I will see the tears that flow from her eyes

She will say to me, I made a place for thee, but man is never satisfied with perfection

The place you destroyed led to your own destruction

So my judgement for thee is that the hell you’ll have for now and through eternity is to see through your eyes, only the ugliness of man!

Guildford H Windley

March 17, 2018

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