Gaze Poems - Poems about Gaze

...Sitting all alone, sipping tea, munching a scone; elderly woman in a quiet coffeehouse looking for conversation. "That was delicious", she says to the young server seemingly busy. She tries......Read the rest...

... Children of summer yearn for Gemini moon. To gaze at porcelain light beaming from high. As twilight kisses stars in mild midnight June, stalwart sun-kissed blooms soar towards sable sky.......Read the rest...

... In the lovely Dublin theater where dreams are fulfilled excited spectators hushed In the silence of the night with avid expectancy, Bucks Fizz entered the stage his music is a h......Read the rest...

...“The sight of a feather in a peacock’s tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me feel sick.” – Charles Darwin With his train of covert feathers Fanned like a protractor, a Peacock stepped slowly Tu......Read the rest...

... It matters not whether I sit, walk, or stand, I feel the cloud of witnesses from the grandstand. I do my best to understand, and I realize that God is always extending his hands, but still, I se......Read the rest...

...A peeping eye, like pendulum, swinging through the keyhole. Just to pass the time. It's a curious thing. Flicks transfixed betwixed the clicks of the ticks of the clock as it shifts. What is it s......Read the rest...

...All my shattered shards, Scattered upon the canvas of night, Sharp corners, falling stars, Whoever dared to touch me has left, Leaving me in a weave of chaos and silence. In the flow of consciou......Read the rest...

...In the vast ocean of my thoughts, I try, I swear I try, To open my soul like a nocturnal flower, To become that companion you can easily find in the night. But often my ears are burdened by the ha......Read the rest...

...inquisitive bull in corral snort's boredom's breath his dull gaze meets mine......Read the rest...

...Camelia - Rabindranath Tagore Kamala was her name. I saw her name written on her journal She was traveling on a tram, with her sibling along, toward the path leading to the college. I was a ba......Read the rest...

... In the dingy light of an antique shop, I rummage through a box of old photographs. A lady’s image holds my eye: I hold her up to a soft light filtered from a nearby window. A scrat......Read the rest...

...Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams, They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope. Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heaven......Read the rest...

...Contemplate Poem Lionel Derbyshire And did mine mind wander to places back home where I wannabe. Now alone in still I sit at a lake watching calm silver water sliver into small waves. I am......Read the rest...

...I was born to love people, to be a traveler through their hidden hearts, To discover the inner gardens, where the flowers of triumphs rise from the soil of sufferings. Every smile evaluates me with......Read the rest...

...My sadness is in the slumping of your shoulders And your resignation is in the bowing of my head Regret pours from your listless palms Set open on your lap And a mirror on the wall that's opposit......Read the rest...