Best Passionblue Poems
A rising sun sheds light, Bright
from darkness. To you I turn, our eyes
meet for the first time today. Inspiring, tempting,
I want to ravage you. Reveal your mysteries,
talk to you, a conversation. Enter your mind,
a vocal form of four-play
Remember the night we met? that play
I took you to see Rent, your blue eyes shone bright.
We walked, talked, drank coffee. You opened your mind
to me. Penetrating mine with your baby blue eyes.
I was intrigued by your mysterious
ways I still am. Everyday your more tempting.
You tease me with your unrelenting, seductive, temptation.
just by looking your direction you play
tricks on me. Everyday I try to unravel your mystery,
still I come up empty. I love that your so bright.
Intelligence shows through your eyes
Another American great mind.
I'll be home later, do you mind?
My friends are going to the bar, it's tempting.
You trust me, I know, it shows through your eyes.
We're all going to watch football, drink and play
pool. Everyday my love grows brighter
for you. that is no mystery
Our love is like a mystical
fable. A story from a romantic mind.
Yes we argue, yes we fight, this brightens,
strengthens our bond. Other women force temptation,
of course. But, I would never play
outside of your watchful eye.
Everywhere I go your eyes
follow. This is all part of your mystery.
I look forward to coming home, the sexual games we play,
the conversations that stimulate my mind.
I love you, your my temptress,
and like the sun, my love will always shine bright.
Eyes like Cleopatra, with a beautiful Mind
your Mysterious ways, your love, such Temptation
fourPlay in conversation. Never dim, always Bright
stanza 1.............................................. 1,2,3,4,5,6
stanza 2.............................................. 6,1,5,2,4,3
stanza 3.............................................. 3,6,4,1,2,5
stanza 4.............................................. 5,3,2,6,1,4
stanza 5.............................................. 4,5,1,3,6,2
stanza 6.............................................. 2,4,6,5,3,1
concluding tercet
first line............................................... 2 & 5
second line........................................... 4 & 3
third line............................................... 6 & 1
..........:JP)..............................
My ability to face reality is dark
Since the future is a blackout.
But the brightness of each day is Yellow
with the rays of the sunlight.
As nature stays green
I toil and sweat colorlessly
till the day I stay brown;
I shall be mourn with a white conscience
While I leave a life of gold.
My past shall be old in peoples
memories as a flashback
My ink shall flow blue until I stop
And my scores shall be thick
with a red ink but it doubts,
If I fail, let tears flow from
my eyes to this scripts,
so the blue ink can be changed to indigo
But with positive thoughts,
I pass to smile while sending my red tongue out
As season changes, so do leaves
change from green to orange
From rainfall, we enjoy colors as rainbow
A blue pen, on a white page.
With red and light blue lines,
Three holes and “fuzzies.”
The story of my life.
The story that begins with, and ends with,
Tears.
The story that is filled with pain,
Hatred, love, romance, abstinence...
Laughter, sadness, heroism, and helplessness.
The story that has only just begun.
Who knows where my life will take me?
New places, experiences, and emotions.
But should I rather say “new to me”?
My predecessors have long known these things,
But will not give me the knowledge of success.
Only hope, courage, and inspiration.
The hope to find a path of my own.
The courage to follow it, and
The inspiration to pass it to others.
Why? Succession.. In this life, is from within yourself.
No one can ruin your life,
Lest you be silly putty or Play-doh.
Impressionably, controllable, weak.
I am not molding clay; I am stone.
You, nor anyone else will ever control me.
I am my own, and no one shall ever surpress,
The person I am becoming.
No one shall dare to alter,
The story of my life.
Sky blue starlet
darting through the night,
inking herself
on the clouds as they swirl
and pass,
wind by wind.
The coupling of her hair
and her neck
lap,
like the shore
and the tide
leading somewhere and nowhere
retracting,
but always progressing
just a little more,
one step back,
two steps forward,
biting and clawing ,
beating suppression
with progression.
The taking of one more ounce of flesh
(a requirement, desire),
prolonging
the last second
before sticking the ice pick in,
right behind
the ear
all the way in,
piercing the brain stem,
allowing one drop of blood
to escape.
Gazing into those marvelous,
scorching blue orbs
while the life drains away
and the light in them
is snuffed out
like a candle
tossed into a chasm,
falling forever,
dropping through darkness.
Cradling the head
I lower my corpse
to the ground,
I can still feel
the warmth in the flesh
as it leaks away
like the blood
from the newly create puncture.
~Blue is quite lonely...
`Tis a conscience child quite blue...
Blue these thoughts quit strong...
As ocean is deep and blue...
Blue essence having no form!
By John Freeman
For and in honor of Francine Roberts
And contest; Blue.
Artists temperment afire
never to doubt truth
as one walks his own reality
on not a tightrope of life
but down a road paved with kaliedoscopic colors
flambouyance and brilliance so hot
red, red roses being melted by fire
blending and melding into the sun
as the blue flaming center
is escorted to the blue sky
by a ball of energy wearing a flaming red dress
and wearing blue velvet shoes, decorated in silver hues
Golden orbs of light spray out into the universe
as the artist paints a picture of internal combustion
and calls it Inflamed
as two lovers die of their own passions
By Susan Mills