Poetry For Her Eyes Novels & Stories

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an

Sky says as she jesters with her hands to me. I took a couple of deep breaths before I began to read my poem out loud. Gathering my nerves before I speak. Lifeless Lost and alone left empty without a home. Watching as the wind blows, chattering through hollow bones. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. A girl once set to sore left with oozing pores, born in a world torn in two. Amber eyes stare into the starry skies, locks of blonde hair ripped from a head now bare. A face that once held so much grace, revealing split flesh tattered like mesh. Words are nothing but a sound cracking and breaking with each bound. Tears shed out of so many fears, crying in the da

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

I hardly notices her if not that I really want to tease her or something but tonight —damn tonight, a lot of things is happening tonight— but tonight, she seemed to exhibit a lot of difference from Holly and the look she gave me just now…damn…no…fuck. What the heck is wrong with me? Why the heck am I thinking too much about her eyes? But Jesus, there are beautiful. So beautiful. It was as if all the lights here reflected in her eyes for they twinkled so brightly like fireworks were shooting in her eyes and her skin, her shoulders, it’s so fair, how can her skin be so fair?

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

Age may have bent her body, but definitely not her spirit. She fixed two silver orbs on me…her eyes are like liquid fire, burning with a conviction and a vibrance that I cannot name. The moment her eyes meet mine, I see tears gather in hers almost immediately. She takes one slow step after another, inching closer and closer towards me. The crowd parts for her on their own according, like the sea parting for the people to pass in the midst of it. There is absolute silence, no one daring to break it…even breaths seem to seize in that moment.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

My eyes scanned her form, her porcelain skin shining under the dim light coming from the candle beside her. Her full lips were coated with red colour, making them appear edible and for some reason my lips tingled with a foreign sensation. My eyes traveled up and the second I saw her eyes I was truly spellbound. Her orbs, like the Azure whispers of a cloudless sky, like snowflakes gently building up. Her orbs held an electric vibrancy beneath, like the promise of a rainy cloud, capable of unspeakable catastrophe, so hauntingly captivating. She looked like she was not meant for this world, like a flower warped to live amongst the leaves, like she was only a painting, a holy tapestry we were no

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as

She bit her lower lip nervously, debating over and over whether she should actually read them. But the desperate escape plan never fully left her mind. If she wanted her plan to be successful, she had to gather as much information on him as possible. She shifted her green eyes back down to the paper. It looked exactly like a dark, handwritten poem. In the dim light, she began to read the masculine scrawl: When she opened the door of my house for the first time, The panic on her face was the evidence of the fear flooding out of her. When her emerald green eyes met with my cold grey ones,