Your eyes,
The ones that I stare into
Time and time again
Trying to depict what they hold
And after all this time
I think I've finally figured it out
Those eyes hold every sunset
All at once, showering the earth
With their soft light and harmony
But they also hold each sunrise
Continually waking me from an
Ongoing slumber that I wasn't even aware of
Those eyes hold the dreams of a child,
Fresh and bright,
The ideas that things will get better,
The ideas of the future
Those eyes hold the night sky
Sprinkled with glittering stars
As if it's simply the icing on
The cake that is the earth
Those eyes hold the love
Of a mother to her newborn
Pure and true and unfathomable
Even to those who have the joy of witnessing it
Those eyes hold light, joy, laughter
Those eyes are true and bright
But I can't help noticing that among the irises
There are specs of grey
Dull, bland, sad specs of grey.
There are sunsets, but after there's darkness
There are sunrises that cast shadows
Under your eyes.
The child’s dream comes with a nightmare
And there is not nearly enough stars in the sky To count your tragedies.
Those eyes hold the love
That a mother was only able
To give after enduring the pain of birth.
Those eyes -- your eyes!
They hold it all!
Joy, laughter, light,
Darkness, terror, pain.
They hold it all!
Yet all of it is still a mystery
All of it's a secret.
So, I guess I haven't figured it out,
What your eyes hold
The eyes I stare into
Time and time again.
But I will unlock your mystery
If only you would let me.
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Hi! I finished this last night and I read it at Lit Mag (writing club) today, so I figured why not post it. :)
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Failed Attempts at Poetry
PoesíaThese poems (if you could even call them that) have no sense. They are simply the words of a girl who has tried to put thoughts onto paper.