Soft Eyes poetry Soft eyes sometimes sometimes not so soft but do they cut! oh, do they stab and do they wound! I hardly find the time to parry those soft eyes of yours. I hardly ever find the time to parry. Oh, your eyes, they strike so deeply. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...