Best Blue Sky Poems
Written: March 12, 2024 For Constance La france Contest
N/A in Contest: No 1294
Rumi Quote: "The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh".
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Beneath a deep blue, clear sky
With wonder, I watch the stars explode
Moon sings gently in wonder
Clouds bear the rainbow icons,
Savor timeless appeal of the night sky
My soul dutifully obeys its hypnotic call
White blooms and gentle azure sky
A scent of musk rose fills the air
The location is truly captivating.
Crystals gleam alone, pair at daybreak
An onyx sky gleams deep and ethereal
As loneliness becomes habitual, I weep
A bond surpassing the brightest galaxies
Clusters of sunken astral bodies fit finely
A deep clay soil, a dark void of apathy
Enthralled, my soul begins to reveal
The soul sparkles on a sunny day
A divine place as souls carries on to play.
Alarming and true, in the ominous bay
I greet the vulnerable and delight in joy
A starry crestfallen drifts ever near
Alone, sipping solace, words
I found comfort in a blissful rhapsody
My heart is graced with night beauty
Stars above drift on and on
To a tranquil spot for solitary spirits,
I feel a presence in this divine place
A sturdy refuge from life's perils
Caught by weak hold, in joyful frenzy,
I check my faded stars, sliding into night.
I find solace in this verse at night
The sky is my canvas,
Stars are my beacons of light
Amidst this tranquil oasis
I drift to quiet beaches
A spot where the sky is magnificent
Fills my heart with awe and joy
Into the deepest midnight blue
A link is true, and the spell is cast
Stars glisten in the azure sky
Their stellar flight captivates me
Shooting stars are truly marvelous
Bathed in the moon gentle glow
Clouds display a rainbow of colors,
I find myself in this enchanting realm.
I lay prone above the surface of the earth:
a boundless expanse of ultramarine blue,
gazing at every living and nonliving thing,
the air so clean and pure.
Where are they?
cotton pieces that loiter around
like fluffy soft white bunnies
that scurry around
scattering and wandering playfully:
clouds that float with fleecy wings
oh.. I do not see them today!
It is a beautiful early evening;
As no clouds to obstruct my view,
from above, I could catch a glimpse of
many a poetic mind: dreamy and forlorn
lying on their back in the grass, here and there
within corners of the earth,
staring blank at my vast serene blue
when waves of woes were crashing
at the rocky edges of their mind -
and into a deep trance, they enter.
To ease their distress,
I whisper into the ears of the infinite seas,
to send gentle cool breeze their way
and wake them up from their reverie
with a gentle kiss in their gloomy eyes,
igniting embers of hope in their dreary mind.
As they open their eyes
and wake up from their trance
with many a fresh thoughts to pen -
their muse gets charged
by the charm of my
ultramarine blue inspiration: I become
their unbounded diary of blue pages,
as they now sprinkle their inspired ink
on my vast blue expanse with their
bright gleaming perceptive eyes.
Date: 11/14/2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
"U" Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.
A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.
My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;
came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...
The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.
I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.
This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…
*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it
always...
Cloudy cobalt sky
Orangy horizon glows
The sea mirroring
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Blue sky , Summer sun
Soft moist air , fresh from meadows fair
Towering black clouds, gathering in crowds
Sheets of grey , torrential rains
Soft padding feet , water flooding the streets
Water, Earth and sky , a natural high
Summertime sun , summertime fun
As
summer
bled
softer
shades of blue,
and sun
spread
pillows
for my head...
the clouds tread by...
Threads of white,
now stirred
by
the sure
breath of wind,
will soon
shred
into
blue
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A blue so blue appeared in the sky
purer than the blue of a maiden's eye
Poking a hole through puff-clouds billowy white
its majesty moving those who prize sight
I wonder if it knows, as I marvel in awe
at its beauty so rare, no unperceived flaw
Or is its struggle to emerge so all-consuming
naivete yet untarnished ~ pristine, unassuming
“Blue Sky”
Aventurine
shines in your eyes
yours, the same colour as mine
Blue Sky
always with you
behind the clouds
sending you treasure,
smiles
in your heart
LOVE
is the precious jewel
always shining
never stops;
always shining
in your mind
Aventurine
shines in your eyes
yours, the same colour as mine
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb
"Blue Sky"/Hale
https://youtu.be/mJPpBlhHd04
green
blue
love
windows, soul
Aventurine -
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aventurine
https://www.charmsoflight.com/aventurine-healing-properties
Job 37 NIV
Believe.
“Will the others see you too?" asked Lucy.
"Certainly not at first," said Aslan.
"Later on, it depends."
"But they won’t believe me!" said Lucy.
"It doesn’t matter.”
The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe/ C.S. Lewis
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/communion_1007994
When Sun Burns Too Hotly And Blue Sky Melts
Our secret pond laughing and wading there
our hearts joined in Nature's beauty divine.
That we might lose our joy, gave us a scare.
thought of loss, destroyed future -hers and mine.
Summer came, we forgot about that fright
for bliss was to be had with each soft kiss.
Dancing our days, romancing through each night
darling, that and so much more I so miss.
With no saving miracle, our joy lost
we in our great love soared too long, too high.
We dared too deep and paid the heavy cost
now our hearts find only sad, empty sky.
Such memories although old and faded
reveal Fate's hand can not be evaded.
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
(Number 5 of 5 in Hope's great treasures series)
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114
Note: Great care must be taken to hold such a deep and precious treasure...
For omission brings such tragic costs.
Yet destiny may later bring greater reward if one but maintains Hope, and faith in walking a clear and just path.
For Hope and future are open to change if one reverses course from a dark path and willingly embarks upon a journey to find Light and Truth....
This sonnet the fifth of the five written on the Treasures of Hope tells of Hope lost because Hope was never grasped and held tight.
I deliberately did not use the word hope in the title or in any verse because the narrative presents its ABSENCE(!) AND THE DIRE CONSEQUENCES OF DANCING EVEN IN MOMENTS OF BLISSFUL DARKNESS.
The six sonnet(unwritten) on Hope, is the one I am now living with my wonderful family that I treasure far, far above anything in this life..
As it is --Hope-- , truly realized and held ever so firm..
~A distant island still undiscovered,
nearing magnetically to its mystery,
distancing me from myself every moment,
remembering to forget the return path,
even my earth is puzzled,...revolve or rotate?
another blue sky beyond this one is calling.~
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SOUL TO SOUL
(Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.)
SOUL TO SOUL ***
The early morning call.
A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave.
A message bringing within a mosaic of tears,
long to explore.
The sand dollar rolling ahead
of a white-foaming wave.
Memory catapults her presence
again beside me.
The sand dolllar pauses on some wet sand
and slowly gives the sky a twirl.
Hers was an enfolding heart that Gave and Knew.
The sand dollar, yet to tip, receives
the brightness of the sun.
Hers was the company of light, soul to soul.
The sand dollar at last rests,
beyond any waves pulling it back.
The everywhere she went, already misses her.
The sand dollar, not thrilled by blank, blue sky,
Is joyous to see tiny fingers taking hold of its
circling side,
blocking the sun with such
a blessed giggling heart.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 2/5/22
Glory to God
Back To That Beauty, In World's Dear Blue Sky
I exist, despite world's dark, angry scowls
In my dreams as a panther on the prowl
In tune with Nature, hunted by mankind
Living as a beast, of another kind
Absent, the deep darkness once within me
Fearlessly tread path, setting my soul free!
I exist, truth is I do not know why
I see such gleaming beauty in blue sky
And black rage festering within mankind
Racing into oblivion so blind!
I exist, world's powers oft I deny
When alone, 'tis true often tears I cry
In future happiness upward I fly
Back to that beauty, in world's dear blue sky!
Robert J. Lindley, July 5th, 1977
Sonnet,
( Wherein Briefly, A Heart And Soul Can Clearly See )
Note:
A dear poet friend asked me yesterday to post something not so dark.
Maybe write a new more beautiful and optimistic poem.
Well, I tried but my mood would not allow one to come that I felt measured up. So, I searched in my chest of old poems that had never yet seen the light of day and found this one. Present it, hoping that it measures up to meet the request. I was a very young 23 years old when I composed it--" many ages ago it now so seems".. Presented now with no edits.
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Clouds dot pale blue sky
Playful pups, seals upon back..
Heavy downpour flash
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"About This Poem"
"Lemon Drops"
a spoonful of sugar
makes it
all go down
lemon drops
medicine; monks -
zero ground
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Meet Me in the Hallway"/ Styles
https://youtu.be/aszLVNrU5jY
Form:
On a lonely hill
Stands a lonely house
Under a gray blue sky.
An empty shell
Of what used to be
A reminder of days
Gone by.
It's walls once housed
A family with love
It's roof kept them
Safe and dry.
It's windows shown
With the bright morning sun
As they watched the world go by.
If ever you pass this lonely house
Stop a minute and think
Of all the lives and all the love
That's passed through this lonely place.
And remember with awe
How life must have been
Under a gray blue sky.