Eyeopener Poems

Eyeopener poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of eyeopener poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on eyeopener are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

God Is Good

God Is Good long poem

I was going through the year feeling just fine, while writing my rhymes. Not a worry, not a care, nothing to bear. Then along come spring, such a wonderful thing, didn’t have an idea of what it would bring. I

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Mirror

Mirror long poem

Err’ Morning I wake, I always look forward to seeing your face, ‘cuz in your eye, I see… I see how rough or smooth my night was. How do I know that? You’re always by my side I go to

On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I recognized the vitriol. There was blood on your hands. The invisible was burning in dark. This was the black moon and this was the alienation. An animal climbs on your shoulders. It goes on and on. Was it the

Daises In Your Heart

Daises In Your Heart sonnet poems

The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,

I’m Remembering

Im Remembering short poem

Laying here in the darkness Listening to the wind All is quiet Nowhere is there a sound I’m remembering all our memories The many of us laughing and smiling The few of us crying and silent So many memories all

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster

The Ballad Of The Loopy Hamster long poem

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!” A conversation they’d had most every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry,

The Other Side Of Light

The Other Side Of Light short poem

What do you see in darkness? Dark spots here and there. You are blind until you see the light. You need to enlighten by light. But darkness is not a bad thing. Absence of light, is called  darkness. So darkness

Timeshaker

Timeshaker short poem

Those ruins of tomorrow Could they make me hollow? On the wings of hope this day, Swinging from the blue skies… the flight of despair stuck in the cries. Teased by the winds, Pushed by the blinds, Waking up to

Cold Stars Reflected In The Water

Cold Stars Reflected In The Water short poem

Cold stars reflected in the water Abyss beckons us his dark distance. Our world, only one of hundreds, In which we can not see the sun. In this world, I am uneasy, I want to touch other planets. Because there

Inward Odyssey

Inward Odyssey short poem

Eating fire, but entangled in the cobwebs, of becoming or not becoming a child again; in the hollow of a maimed body looking beyond the opaque hirsutism of lies. Path leads to inward lake where I will meet you on

If How I

If How I short poem

If I could stay in my space and not walk outside, then live in my head when I go for a ride If I could close both my eyes and pretend I’m blind, then not see the world when I think

Wilderness Encounter

Wilderness Encounter short poem

A masterful bull elk in prime condition the massive monster’s high spirited bugle reverberating out across a vast valley high in the Cascade Mountain Range. Wapiti’s harem meandering about on a pristine alpine meadow with the grand master on full

Art And Desire

Art And Desire short poem

Living on fringe he was stealing genes. Fear of rebirth started a dialogue with death! Ignited by an asexual urge the belly went into flames. The super star dived in sea dragging down his old father. The sleek content of

Behind A Door

Behind A Door prose poem

The circus of life runs behind a door. We sway in trapeze, fall on a safety net, balance the cycle of events and drive a car in closed globe. In real world the show always runs in a tent, cash

Pulsing Prose

Pulsing Prose short poem

May the ink that flows From the nib of my pen Forever entertain you With words of love And life and wonder Lick beams of light Through clouds of thunder May the blood that flows Through the hand that writes

Had Been

Had Been short poem

The most wanted moon was writhing in black sky, after a star fell for a pebble. The nymph had become a golden nugget in east. Sun was rising. Guilt of burning the sea was writ large on the face of

God Pricking

God Pricking short poem

Hapless souls still living, Dumping all shortcomings on clumsy faith. Gathering ignorance quite strenuous, Marking uncertain gains on life’s expense Without precious self, follies unexpectedly streaming brains. Waste of dying sense builds toll monuments What we often call civilization in

The Artist

The Artist short poem

When the broken records play The grooves of profound agony, they may Watch the peace they built The piece squelched to silt. When forgotten verses cried out all the pain And the tears saw the fort fell apart To the

A Lasso

A Lasso short poem

Battle remains between white and black, a synthetic truth and a bald faced hornet. Aching violence was spreading on moon. I was tossing around the stars placing the apostrophe in the end. There was a conflict in pain and the

Bluer Than Blues

Bluer Than Blues long poem

The last gift from my father was B.B. King’s blues on CD. A week after my father’s death my mother handed me one of the towels she bought as a gift for the guests coming to the funeral, as it

Violence Against Women

Violence Against Women long poem

From inner room to open field, from kitchen countertop to office desk, her travails remain the same. Everyday she tells stories that draws tears from hearers’ eyes, unceasingly, stories that elicit sympathy-she relates to her listeners; beyond description account on

Harsh Reality

Harsh Reality short poem

In spite of knowing Life is short , in reality we behave as if our life stretches to eternity Our routine life activities snatches away thought that one day those routine will have to come to end to become a

One. Two. One

One. Two. One prose poem

Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.

Whispers From The Soul – Twisted Roots

Whispers From The Soul   Twisted Roots short poem

Twisted roots that pattern themselves in soil, are like hidden truths that always come to light. Slowly taking root in darkness, creeping ….growing towards the light. The web of deception and flowers of thorns that grow, destroy the trust of

The Rose

The Rose short poem

A rose bloomed in my garden a solitary, pink rose. Solitary, but for the inimical companion the thorn. my fingers twitched to pluck the rose for my only love… my fingers stretched to embrace the sharp thorn… in a thorn

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens prose poem

Happiness happens when you least expect it. It can come after a while of being rejected. When you are feeling down, life’s moving kinda slow, happiness can happen from a simple hello. When you admire someone and they say hi.

A Strayed Straw

A Strayed Straw short poem

I am like a strayed straw Wind may take me along Life is like a beggar’s bra Before birth is a death song Helplessness is in the breed Which crops up like a seed Nothing is known to me indeed

Under Your Nose

Under Your Nose short poem

Dividing bridges in the grimace of time, Earth peeled and uprooted in a perfidious chime, Upholstery of ashes do perplex the sun, Blurry vision does escape the wanton hun, Moon braces for the evening sun, Cradle of concrete that once

Collective Guilt

Collective Guilt short poem

profiling the divine phallus on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma of arcane notation starts for that succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder, a green room becomes epiphanic, the voice was gone with black sun; buried onto neck in the drenched

A Stride Beyond

A Stride Beyond short poem

Light casts shadows Of all it finds – Never its own ! You may dislike Liking me; But can’t stop me Liking you ! Life, neither an analogy Nor an anomaly, It’s an imagery – all along ; All left

I Love You

I Love You ode

She is silent, He is silent, But the silence is broken, And the eyes are doing their work, A beautiful heart in love, Is reflected in the eyes. She knows it well, He knows it well, Then why this refrain?

Lost

Lost short poem

When I don’t know where I’m meant to be It’s like being in some sort of Purgatory. A space Where I am out of place, Too close yet far away From any kind of signpost that might say, Hey! You’ve

Burning In

Burning In short poem

No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass

Look Away

Look Away long poem

Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.

Omar-2

Omar 2 short poem

Give me something to chew, a savage numbness is engulfing my brain. Water level was rising and the time of rented happiness was over. Pheromones were showing true likeness in hate, violence was brilliantly portrayed and death was hideous. Attachment

The Sky Cries

The Sky Cries short poem

The sky is sobbing and will not stop Drenching me with cold big drops. Dashing back indoors Dripping all over my clean floors. I shouted up to the sky “What’s wrong, why do you cry” A loud crash and burst

Mater Moi (Mother)

Mater Moi (Mother) short poem ode

Farthest you have gone but in thoughts remain Time alleviates sorrow loss hardest to explain With undying devotion you raised me just fine Telling what was right not cross over thin line Placidity of disposition far reaching foresight Helped me

The Pain Of A Child

The Pain Of A Child long poem

It was dark and gloomy like the east cost of London on a Thursday Yet the call from the hospital gave my mom and I chill and out minds kept I remember the night like it was my birthday The

This Is Why I Hate You

This Is Why I Hate You prose poem

You make such lame excuses because you want what amuses hanging out with friends praising on what they find you promise to start life from a new page but like seasons it changes promises from your mouth continuously flow but

Mother

Mother short poem

My life is you, You are mine, Nothing is beautiful Except you and me, My strength is you My weakness is you, I will love you till You are mine. But I will love you more When I am yours,