Poem About Eyes Novels & Stories

Para bang hirap na hirap na siya. "Your eyes... the same shade of brown as my Lolo Theodore's wooden chair that lined inside the church of my childhood home. In your eyes... Why do I see the world, and all the beautiful things it should be? Why am I seeing the love, the life, the light, the joy, the passion? Were these all just mere fairy tales? Or things that could actually be? In your eyes I did not see myself but I saw all the things I think should be."

Hindi ko maiwasang mapatitig sa kaniyang mga mata—ang mga mata niyang walang itinatago; mas marami pa ang ipinapahiwatig kaysa sa kaniyang bibig. Tuluyan nang nabura ang larawan ng kaniyang nanlilisik na mga titig at ang mapanghusga niyang mga tingin. All I see now are his eyes that are full of hope and love. I know I'll never feel lost. When everything feels wrong, kailangan ko lang tumingin sa kaniyang mga mata. Nandoon ang kapayapaan. Nandoon ang pag-ibig niya.

Tumagal ang tingin niya sa asul kong mga mata. I can't blame him, though. Many people say that my eyes can really catch people's attention. They say my eyes feel hypnotizing when I look at them. I couldn't help but agree because when I saw myself in the mirror, when I looked into my blue eyes... I felt like I was drowning in the ocean.

"Hi." Agad lumipad ang tingin ni Faye sa nagmamay-ari ng baritoning boses na iyon na tiyak na papasang maging dj. Nahigop lang niya yata ang lahat ng hangin sa kanyang katawan ng magtagpo ang kanilang mga mata. Bigla kasing bumilis ang tibok ng kanyang puso. Sabi nga, eyes are the window of the soul kaya sa pagkakatitig niya sa mga mata nito, pakiramdam niya'y nagawa nitong pasukin ang kanyang kaluluwa.

His presence screams power and his calmness seems dangerous. Habang naka tingin ako sa kanya ay naramdaman niya atang nakatitig ako sa kanya kaya lumingon siya saakin. His lifeless eyes met mine, we locked eyes and I felt shivers down to my spines and this is not good. That lifeless pair of cold brown eyes are like a syringe with anesthesia that injected throughout my body, now I feel numb! I can compare his eyes with a tranquility land, calm yet very dangerous.

Hindi iniiwan ng kanyang tingin ang mga mata nito. The lights coming from the city and reflecting his eyes. Hindi niya maiwasang mapangiti. Why does he has to have this beautiful, yet lifeless eyes? They’re so beautiful that she wouldn’t get tired staring at them. “I heard your conversation with my mother,” he said and looked at her. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Dahan-dahan akong nag-angat ng tingin. My body run cold when my eyes met those cold and menacing emerald eyes. I'm so dead.

Walang gana akong tumayo para umalis na ng napadako ako sa huling pagkakataon sa salamin. For once, I looked at my eyes, and memory suddenly flashed on my mind. I hate how my eyes scream vivid, and people can easily search through my soul no matter how I tried to hide it deep inside. My eyes are the only thing I hate the most on my face. I hate how people can easily read it. My eyes can easily perceive things, and I hate that people can easily see through them. They see it as my greatest asset, but I see it as the worst. My eyes always scream loneliness and longing. It never showed emotions at all.

Pinaliit niya ang kanyang mga mata para mabasa ang sulat kamay na tila isang tula. I was crying when you arrived, Your beautiful eyes smiled, Small cracks on your cheeks said hi, Just like a rainbow in my sky. But that was yesterday, You were not here today, So, I poured colors on the palette, Fearing I will forget you someday. — Karamelle

Nakatitig siya sa akin habang dahan-dahan akong isinasayaw. His eyes are different from what I’ve used to see. It is more soft but also like a fire giving me warmth. This moment, I couldn’t ask anything for more. I only think about the two of us and his eyes burning with fire. You, I, and your eyes. That’s all running inside my mind right now.