Best Delft Poems

The Language of Blue

Sinking into the lyrical language of blue
Prime layers of still solitude speak
 With muted voices
  In sapphire soprano rhapsodies,
Lines of bass blushes, electric flecks of neon fire.

Hear in dusky blue’s modal shafts of light,
  The peaceful plaintive sotto voce
 Set...

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That pensive look on her sweet face 
Just like a child of mine.
Her eyes seem to follow you with
Dominion that's divine.

Northwest light on soft blush hued cheeks
Her grey-green eyes lay bare
Perhaps a secret rendezvous 
In enigmatic stare.

Wet lips stained as if with cherries
Delft blue scarf...

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Boundless Blue

Born in a misty rainbow,
Blue slips out from her place
between her sisters Green and Violet,
painting the heavens azure,
covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary.
She floats into the ocean in a navy dress,
then waltzes on waves of the Danube.
Sailing the teal waters of...

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BLUE BY YOU

What’s Blue by me?  

Butterfly wings, 
the Blue Moth in flight,
stilettos, suede shoes, 
for dancing at night.
Moonbows and rainbows, 
in the spectrum of blue,
the eyes of your love, 
when he’s laughing at you!  
Purple Lupine, Periwinkle,
and Violets can’t be!
Forget-me-nots, Bluebells, 
are...

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Mother said, “Avoid the bilge,”
Keep your dreams clear, don’t let them delve.
No depth in anger, nor strife,
“Steer clear of paths where woes are felt.”

Do not let your heart be like a delft,
Cold and rigid, set by a protective shelf.
Live close to the warmth, shun the...

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Grammar Series
SECOND CONDITIONAL

If I were a gambling man as my sin;
(I confess an occasional flutter)
Then if I had an acceptable win,
 I would buy myself some new schmutter *

Note: it would make my verse more refined
If instead of "if I..." I wrote "we're I" and...

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In this tumultuous political climate
I find both parties irrelevant and obsolete

They do not speak to me and my families’ needs
Neither do these elites know the suffering we go through

Day after day we look for respite from the turmoil of war
Wrought against us and human kind

Their...

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Each year in May, as Jacarandas bloom,
A  carpet of sky is strewn across the grass.
Mother Nature  wears her  delft costume,
With  a breezy sweet perfume  none  can  surpass.
And we beneath these blossomed boughs assume,
true love  upon a bed...

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Fight for your country but we're all brother in soul
Why are we so ignorant of the situation
Why is there so much hatred between our nations
Why are we fighting for the wars
There has only been massive destruction in the course
They say fight against but when will...

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The sky overhead a delft blue, solid and true
lay over a lake glacial of a pristine hue.
In its reflection a bounty of yellow broom
joining earth and heaven, a marvelous venue.

A forest of staunch evergreens stand like statues
protecting mans homestead from the wind's avenue,
all strands of...

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Amsterdam vibrant with
Bells of red trams and blue bikes
Canals sparkling night lights 
Delft facades rising tall and slim in misty air
Energy of never sleeping coffeeshops of laissez-faire life 


First Place Winner: Sara Kendrick-Let's Do Some Alphabet/1010/17...

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Freak en got my mind rolling ..
Like the rolling stones on pavement...
I've delft with worse, now I'm just handling karma's payment...
I'm in a Freak en group home trying to stay up ..
You might not understand but now you know whats up..
Life has something set for...

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I think my dorm room may have a ladybug infestation. You know why I think this? Because I am usually, when in my dorm room, surrounded by ladybugs. I go to sleep with them. I wake up with them. And at this point, they are...

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In this tumultuous political climate
I find both parties irrelevant and obsolete

They do not speak to me or my families’ needs
Neither do they consider our suffering 

Day after day immigrants look for respite from expulsion from the country,
Of unreasonable higher food costs and inequity of daily...

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Self-Portrait 1-12-24
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Still Life with Cheeses, Almonds and Pretzels

Still life, not stillborn,
With a woman’s face
In dusky background hues,
 Pure clarity clothed in white,
Gazing on gastronomic abundance.

Artist of the banquet
One step behind – 
The woman’s place of her time -
Guardian of the sweet rewards
Served like bridal wine,
Topping...

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