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: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...