Out Of The Blue Poems - Poems about Out Of The Blue

Tears were driping timeless and no longer fleeding once, sleeves I used as for wiping my snot and no longer cared for being dunce. Tissues were just a meters from bathroom away, but my eyes just...Read the rest...

"Blue" I stand at the shore you make your way into me seductively, I could question your liquidity your market is silk laid weighed by the measure of time your hands of satin wash deep blue over...Read the rest...

From out of the shadows into the light Distance brought closer The name that only one gets in honor Houndman Cometh How did I arrive at that name you ask? It came directly from the Greyhound Bus Organization It was the...Read the rest...

"The Stain Crusaders" Plath left the pages long ago and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue dear green green Anthropocene this much is true with all the I love you’s the wandering crusaders are far far removed sitting atop their soap boxes sudsing...Read the rest...

The Fable of Jesus Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't  whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned  the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew  a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until the Rome...Read the rest...

FLY So, you’re wanting to be a pilot, son Free as a bird way up there in the sky It is an important job, as well as fun You look so keen, and I do know why Leaving all that...Read the rest...

Indigo ink dreams Dripping from heart Tattoos tongue with kinetic kiss Green electric buzz like sip Of fine blueberry wine so sweet Dreamy turquoise love touch Filling me up with red desire On fire for your romantic antic Sweeping me off my feet Carrying...Read the rest...

She was like the softest clouds, On a warm, sunlit day. Standing out in any crowd, In a celestial way. Unsure how to cope, With a loss so profound. Yet within, there's false hope, Things might turn around. My past reveals unworthiness, My...Read the rest...

Oceans Deep With Love A sharks love poem, like a deep dive into the ocean, my love for you is like the ocean floor, it's dark and full of mysteries, but beware, just like the ocean...Read the rest...

Upon the tracks, the train does glide, With people inside, a bustling tide. I wonder their thoughts, as they journey along, To places afar, or where they belong.. Are they lost in the moment, or lost in their mind? Seeking...Read the rest...

These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite...Read the rest...

In the sky, after rain, a colorful bow appears, Stretching wide, touching clouds, chasing away fears. A bridge of seven hues, so vibrant and so bright, It's a ribbon of pure joy, from morning until night. Red whispers of...Read the rest...

clouds clap coastline cups spring sings through flute flowers drums of daylight dance March 30th 2022 ...Read the rest...

If only your blue eyes can be mine To gaze into, in sunlit rooms....Read the rest...

I love hearing stories, stories from my grandparents. They love to tell stories, stories from many years ago. Grandma tells about bread, when black showed up they would cut if off. Then to the toaster it would go, or peanut butter with jelly...Read the rest...