Best Blueness Poems
The first time ever I saw your face
a pioneering heart began to race,
the first time ever I saw your smile
long journey but worth every single mile,
the first time ever your magical touch
sparks the memory I remember so much,
the first time ever a glimpse of your eyes
those that shamed the blueness of godly skies,
the first time ever in warm embrace
the sweetness of your breath one could taste.
The first time ever to hold you in dance
we held on tight in true loves romance,
beneath the moonlight to “This song is Blue”
yes together we dance just me just you.
The first time ever we said goodbye
the trial the tribulations of the saddest eye,
transferred to one’s sentiment does lend
this to vow this love will never end!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Reposted 2021
Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness
Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces culled from heaven
To create nature's quilt
Trembling, I embrace the birthing
I am one with change
A cacaphony of sounds -
Caw Caw Caw
Raucous, disturbing, quickening
Tear my thoughts like glass shards
Skyrocketing colors
Shake my newfound presence
I am reminded that
Equanimity's gift is fleeting
As a cardinal's trill
Or the flash of a jay's blueness
I yield to what is
gloom drags me into the blueness of
boredom since you've been gone
and i don't see how i'll ever snap out of it
POTD October 13, 2022
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on October 11, 2022
The whole sky is white
No blueness is showing
Snowflakes are falling
Spreading to the ground
Bare trees are coated
With the warmth of snow
Bushes are covered
With patches of snow
The Evergreen trees
Decorated wit whiteness
The wooden fences
Look brighter with snow
Sidewalks are deepened
As the snow falling
The streets packed with snow
Time for the snow plough
In the desert of my compassion
holds two tender seeds growing fervently;
both longing for the blueness of my tears,
which possess a certain kind of purity.
---who's teaching whom
our Tomorrows yet-in-bloom--
Teach me of your ways, Little Ones,
for I could use some reassuring.
Am I human still? Or is there still more to unlearn?
A bit of wisdom lost is what I'm inferring.
"What use is spelling to me?
Will it provide food for my family?"
These were the words of a Midnight Child
still awaiting the dawn of humanity's consideration.
"What use is your prejudice;
I may be small, but I have more than enough love,
for the both of us."
These were the words of a Snowy Child
paradoxically melting your heart with his profundity
(because Adults could still use some education)
Teach me how to fish,
if it be your wish to educate.
How to hunt and how to gather,
how to build a shelter that won't break easily ...
... but most importantly (and this is no frivolity)
teach me how to LOVE beyond my capability,
for you know we don't get enough of it currently.
How to care and how to give,
despite the whims of Life's Circumstance.
Knowing this, perhaps I can live (or at least I can try)
To live a L-I-F-E, that's worthy of her letters, before I die.
Little children don't know the difference
between ebony and ivory.
Because smiles are a universal sentence;
to them it's all harmony!
Something's not right here -
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
We are all People:
Some with hungry minds, some with hungry mouths.
Even children know this to be true.
Do I need to spell it out?
Using Image 4 ...
Originally written for Silent's contest, but was switched one for a different poem based off a different image. Thanks for the double whammy of inspiration, my friend!
"Girl with a Pearl Earring" is an oil painting by Dutch Golden Age painter Johannes Vermeer, dated c. 1665. Going by various names over the centuries, it became known by its present title towards the end of the 20th century after the earring worn by the girl portrayed there. Wikipedia
Artist: Johannes Vermeer
Dimensions: 44 cm x 39 cm
Location: Mauritshuis
Created: 1665
Period: Dutch Golden Age
Medium: Oil on canvas
What do you tell me, My Beauty?
You turn and stop..,
you look at me with your wistful eyes,
your luscious lips are apart, but you remain voiceless…
The pearl in your ear shines ~
light on your face shimmers mysteriously,
your eyes are calm ~ reflecting, refracting
the depth of your emotions…
those dove-like eyes are artist’s inspiration!
The topaz blueness of your headscarf
with which you have covered your sensuality,
surround your face with serenity of
the ocean, gleaming emerald green
of your dress evokes the unspoilt
beauty of your youth…..
You are not what you appear
to many souls in this mundane world…
they don’t see the painter’s Muse…
You are the nymph, who visited me
for a rare moment of tranquility,
the Pearl shone, an iridescent
gem sparkling, opening your heart~
You remain immortal in my creation...
my masterpiece?!
April 25, 2022
For Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
THIRD PLACE
Love is the blueness of the star sapphire sky
Where the moon bathes upon the indigo oceans
The tenderness of your voice and charismatic cry
Echoing ecstasy's of your ethereal emotions
Love is the strumming of a celestial symphony
Where our hearts pulsate within the violet vortex
Your embellishing embrace an eternal epiphany
The climatic creations of the cerebrum cortex
Love is the exchange of enamored energies
Minds that merge and mount the multi-verses
A sacramental succumbing of salacious synergies
Amidst the nebulous clouds where love immerses
Love is the continuous continuum of you and I
Holding hands beneath the deep sapphire sky.
March.03.2019
What is Love
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
The first time ever I saw your face
a pioneering heart began to race,
the first time ever I saw your smile
long journey but worth every single mile,
the first time ever your magical touch
sparks the memory I remember so much,
the first time ever a glimpse of your eyes
those that shamed the blueness of godly skies,
the first time ever in warm embrace
the sweetness of your breath one could taste.
The first time ever to hold you in dance
we held on tight in true loves romance,
beneath the moonlight to “This song is Blue”
yes together we dance just me just you.
The first time ever we said goodbye
the trial the tribulations of the saddest eye,
transferred to one’s sentiment does lend
this to vow this love will never end!
Entered Mark Toney's Marathon mile 26
29/1/2023
Original post 2013.
Summer Sunshine
Summer sunshine feels different from spring,
Round – ripening and growing large –
Laying still, sunbeams tickle leaves and sing -
Seeing blueness across the sky enlarge.
Summer sunshine welcomes naps in hammocks
And seeps into the winter weary soul
Cloud shapes shift in the sky, panoramic,
And the scent of new cut grass to extol.
Summer sunshine writes of calm, sunlit lakes
Winding down, gathering, summer reading
The scent of suntan cream and sizzling steaks
Getting ready, watering and weeding.
Windows open as sunshine rushes in
Warm blessing from God’s hands like sacred hymns.
August Sunshine
August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In delight
And dance.
August sunshine is about napping
And waking
Waking and pausing,
Seeing the depth of blueness in the sky
All over again
As if for the first time
Mouth open in wonder;
Letting warmth
Slowly seep
Into cold bones and weary souls –
Being still
While butterflies
Float
Past summer visions.
August sunshine is about
Looking
For the moonrise in paleness
To light up the way
For summer shooting stars;
The feel of hats –
The smell of suntan cream
Winding down,
Gathering,
Resting
In the sound of children
In the backyard
Ice in glasses,
The smell of newly cut grass.
August sunshine is about
Seeing the action of life
Write itself
Into
The afternoon
Then watch
Parades
Of boats
Stroll by on lakes –
Or buzz the shore
Pulling water skiers -
Tiny dots like aquatic ants
Surfing
On summer waves.
It is about being enveloped –
Watering – weeding - getting ready
And the whoosh
Of rainbirds
Sprinklers
Fire hydrants
Making puddles –
Water trickling down
Furrows
Of the skin and soil;
Opening windows - closing shutters
Ice cream vendors and thunderstorms
Announcing their arrival
In tinkling bells and booming laughter.
August sunshine feels different.
The day before a storm
belies calm and quiet,
wispy clouds bounce in skies
bright with boundless blueness,
Southern summer surprise.
The day before a storm
promotes a sweet fragrance
blown by light, gentle gusts,
softly scampering through
with breathy upward thrusts.
The day before a storm
imprints the Southern sky,
a taunting, teasing wind
caresses blank canvas
and moves colors to blend.
The day before a storm
rattles ironclad glaives
of battling stratus clouds,
a lull looms in the air
warning of what it shrouds.
Open your heart to happiness
Let every pore absorb light
Swim in the joy of the here and now
And cast off the darkness of night
Walk in the summer of sunshine
Fly in the blueness of sky
Know possibilities are boundless
Understand that nothing can die
Step from the shadows of torment
Sing til your throat gets too sore
Smile for as long as the day is
And laugh just a little bit more
Breathe slowly and deeply and listen
Give all your ideas a chance
Let the sun beat down on your goodness
And kick off your shoes and dance
Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in
As clouds move to blueness
And colors arch over earth
Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure.
A butterfly sings, dances,
And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring
Of white ray petals reaching out
Between the emerald, green blades,
In prayer and thank you.
Puddles mirror their beauty;
Swelling belly raindrops hang
Swaddling images.
Our Creator sets off with His Grace.
6/27/2024
In my morning’s misty madding slumber,
I rise to face the dreams of yesteryear.
Will today have better thoughts, I wonder.
My mind's a maze of agony and fear.
I live in shadows, daydreams of the past.
my body's aching too in agony.
I softly muse how hours went by so fast,
those times of joy and love long lost to me.
In my soul a hollow emptiness lies
enfolding all around it with the gloom.
The dawn is plush with dark and dreary skies,
I've missed the days of blueness in the bloom.
I am the victim of a dread disease.
Melancholia has me under seize.
In the past melancholia was a more widely used psychiatric term for manic
depression.
"Inhaling the sea -- Lovers in the lap of
nature"
Inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
Early morning going onto the sea bed,
My chubby cheeks blushed in red.
Inhaling the breeze, felt so fresh,
By that time, Remembered my Longlasting
mesh.
That salubrious weather, those scenic
charm,
Wanted you to be forever in my glorious
arm.
Ravishing beauty kept my eyes off.
In this pictersque environment,
Everything all around was happening.
Yes, This was the place where l wed.
Inhaling the sea, feelings came out from
the deep space of my heart.
This is the place where diara and I met for
the first time.
She primed my heart.
Embedded mountains, Turquoise blue
lake,
Don't want to be under impression which
was fake.
Ocean of dreams I had,
But she don't entertained me that was
sad.
But still, She was the Queen of hills of my
heart.
Morning exercise was only the reason,
Meeting each other every season.
Waves reached to its height,
She use to hug me tight.
With the rising sun and falling sunrise.
Holding her from her back,
Beyond imagination, carried precious
moments in my sack.
Trying to cope up long miles of
relationship.
Friction in my soul, asked me to commit
for marriage.
Emotionally connecting the extreme ends.
Feelings of each other bloomed.
Hugging her, strings of heart played in
beats.
Felt so blessed, gave me a feeling of
stardom.
Twilight walk on sea beach,
Soft rays of sun,
Filling empty heart with joy.
Sweetness of breeze,
Blueness of sky.
Wide flowing beach,
Along with a pretty attractive beauty in
peach.
Ohhh my icy sugar, You melt my heart.
In an eternal winter,
Frozen soul wrapped each other.
God blessed and she tagged me as her
kite runner.
Ohhh my Frankastein, I have got dipped in
you.
Red sky view, Flying colour of sun and
relaxed mind,
Stunning beauty, I am sinked in your
lovely eyes.
Best splendid moments I had being with
you.
Holding your hand had made a peace and
harmony of our feeling.
Yes inhaling the sea,
She primed my heart!!
By Madhavi