Beautiful

Great perspective, Thank you for sharing. KG

thats amazingly touching and you captured the photo

Absolutely amazing KG

You did it again Cynthia, pure beauty, love it. Colin very beautiful poem. For me it was an honor to read each and everyone!

Thank you, Samantha. I loved yours. We all had different views, yet they all turned out to be amazing

Absolutely lovely Cynthia

Wow. Such amazing talent. All of y'all have done an amazing job.

Of my eyes I strain to see,

A mirror image looking back at me.

The colors blend softly ease the light,

So shelter the disease return my sight.

Visions taunt me haunt not anymore,

Shades of blue I have never seen before.

The greens of grass my eyes quickly fail,

Tendrils of black through the eyelashes sail.

Blind from color my world is a dull gray,

Searching for beauty in a world gone astray.

If perchance a brightness I can see,

What a wonderful day that would truly be.

© Cynthia Clark

Ah I like that Colin, beautiful ☓

Wow that's beautiful, Collin

"The Truth of You"

Whether green

Or blushing blue

Your eyes reveal

The truth of you

Neither tears

Nor paint disguise

Can ever hide

What's in the eyes

And while life

May take its toll

Eyes reflect

Your very soul.

Amazing poems all of them!!!

Thank you gill for liking my poem. So.much great talent shines on this site!!

John nice job love it.

Thank you Jackie, I love your poem too. Samantha I love yours as well. great work guys.

Painted Eye

Staring out into an artificial world

Where it all seems painted up.

But the truth which lies beyond

The realities Beneath this painted

Eye.

Like glass it shattered upon hearing

Any thruths while walking in life.

But The truth which lies beyond The

Realities beneath this painted eye.

Standing still, yet calm. For i held

Everything life had to give in my

Palm. My fingers stretched out then

Closed with a gripping wrist but the

Thruth which lies beyond the realities

Beneath this painted eye.

Wow Samantha and Gil both really great poems

Eyes the portal to your soul

She knocks gently on the door

Hoping that she'll see what the minds eye has in store

What it beholds for her today, when she finally goes out to play

The Rise of Women

Women rising, hear the call

As women speak up and paint a picture of women’s plight

Through your eyes see the color of blue, a rising tide

That grows every day, as women stand for what is right

The truth of the fight, for equal rights

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