The man with the blue eye
looked at me with anguish and despair.
He was desperate
with a rugged look to him.

Worn, out and tired, he tried to say
something, but no words came out.

There was only one feature of his face
that caught my attention,
the blue eye glaring at me with
power, at first looked like
a sapphire marble, but then as
the sun beamed down on the sides of his face
it was like the night sky had drowned
the pupil with a sudden burst of determination.

The man with the blue eye asked questions,
but I wasn’t the one to provide the answers.

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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