When I look Into Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes I see an imprint
An imprint of lifes heavy hand imparing your vision

When I look into your eyes I see a smile
A smile enslaved by melancholy
Screaming to be free from the agony
When I look into your eyes I see a flower

A flower trapped in shade's net,
Yearning for sunlight like a drowning man gasping for breath

When I look into your eyes I see a mirror

A mirror reflecting the ramification of pain and hardship
That your life has been adorned with

When I look into your eyes I see hope

I see hope smothered by a blanket of depression,
Yet endeavouring to peer through its linen

When I look into your eyes I see a bird traped in cages of inhibition

Incapable of experincing the exstacy of the wind, Its undecided decisions

When I look into your eyes I see smoke

Smoke flurring from your inate flame of greatness that burns unperceived

Like a tree ingnorant of its leaves

In your eyes I see a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted by vanity

Incapable of resisting, it pulls you down like gravity
In your eyes I see scars stored
The scars garnered from the falls you've endured

When I look into your eyes I see a soldier marching on a slim diet

With feet that are heavy but with steps that are quiet
In your eyes I see with clarity,
rumors of happiness that you prevent from entering the ears of reality
When I look into your eyes I see a child crying and each
Droplet of tears is a poem of sadness expressing the unexpressed
Emotions that hardened your heart, but in reality mainly due to pride
The heart is still hardened because that child never cried

When I look into your eyes I see precipitation, then I realize fast

Its just a reflection of the clouds in your skys telling stories of the past 

When I look into your eyes I'm surprise by what I see

for I realize im infront of a mirror, so I'm seeing....



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Passion

Your smile faded

Your face became one filled with seriousness
Your hand touched my skin with unendurable tenderness
Your eyes flicked with heat,
With passion, love everything except sadness
You held me, I was silently captured
By the fire that burnt with intensity and for once
I felt that completeness
Still weakened I fought a battle
Not knowing the out come
But knowing I no longer wanted to be a prisoner of
Loneliness, so I held on to your touches and I was
Driven to sweet unconsciousness
And when i was awaken
I was held close by your manliness

By Stacey-Ann Kelly

Dont Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit

Life's Mirror

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best that you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need;
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your work and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And the smile which is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give sorrow and pity to those who mourn;
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thought outborne
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave,
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best that you have
And the best will come back to you.
By Madeline S Bridges

The Clothesline Said So Much

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the fancy sheets
and towels on the line;
You'd see the comp'ny table clothes
With intricate design.

The line announced a baby's birth
To folks who lived inside
As brand new infant clothes were hung
So carefully with pride.

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed
You'd know how much they'd grown.

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare.

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy gray,
As neighbors raised their brows, and looked
Disgustedly away.

But clotheslines now are of the past
For dryers make work less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!

Memories

Memories are heartbeats Sounding through the years Echoes never fading Of our smiles and our tears. Moments that are captured Sometimes unaware Pictured in an album Or a lock of hair. Images that linger Deep within the mind Bit of verse we cherished Once upon a time. Through the musty hallways Of the days we knew Ever comes the vision Beautiful and true. Memories are roses Blooming evermore Full of fragrant sweetness Never known before. Life must have a meaning Goals for which to strive Memories are lights that burn To keep the heart alive. By Grace E. Easley

Point of View

I’ve heard it said it all depends
Upon your point of view,
The happiness you get from life,
And how things look to you.
And the longer that I’m living,
I’ve really come to see,
That this is just as true a fact,
As anything could be.

If you always look for sorrow,
Then you’ll have it seven-fold,
If you go in search of rainbows,
You will find a pot of gold.
If you have no time for dreaming,
The days are dark and grey,
But with a little bit of hope,
Your troubles slip away.

Don’t waste your time in sighing,
When the world is full of song,
Don’t live among the shadows,
That is not where you belong.
Lift your face and feel the sunlight,
Smell the flowers in teh wood,
And be grateful you are living,
…And know that God is good.

by Grace E. Easley

Living

To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it;
To woo and tempt and court a bliss -- and not attain it;
To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly,
Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly;
To watch the sun set in the west without regretting;
To hail its advent in the east -- the night forgetting;
To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter;
To hold the present close -- not questioning hereafter;
To have enough to share -- to know the joy of giving;
To thrill with all the sweets of life -- is living.

The Want of You

The want of you is like no other thing;
It smites my soul with sudden sickening;
It binds my being with a wreath of rue-
This want of you.

It flashes on me with the waking sun;
It creeps upon me when the day is done;
It hammers at my heart the long night through-
This want of you.

It sighs within me with the misting skies;
Oh, all the day within my heart it cries,
Old as your absence, yet each moment new
This want of you.

Mad with demand and aching with despair,
It leaps within my heart and you are-
where?

God has forgotten, or he never knew-
This want of you.

I Want You

I want you when the shades of eve are falling
and purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling
I want the soothing softness of your hand.

I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And Heaven's flooded with the bright moonlight;
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.

I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling'ring of your kiss-for old times' sake-
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.

I want you when the day is at it's noontime,

Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheets of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June time;
I want you when the violets come again.

I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;

I want you when I'm weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy, slumbrous fashion
My senses need the haven of your breast.

I want you when through field and wood I'm roaming;
I want you when I'm standing on the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing
And when they've flown - I want you more and more.

I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason -
I want you, want you, want you - all the while.

By Arthur Gillom