Best Turquoise Poems
I see you ‘cross the vast expanse,
a love disguised in dreamy whirl
and clothed in raiment sun-spun gold
as wispy cirrus wraps your dance
the music of your sigh aswirl -
a breeze I feel but cannot hold,
but dance I will with memories
though for your arms I’ll ever pine,
I look to skies for bluest eyes
at times behind the tapestries
of cumulus both yours and mine –
the realm in which my angel flies.
Our love so like the lilac leaf
two halves that shared a center vein,
once green we were but now I fade
I’m torn in half without relief
the pain not washed away by rain —
this heart-shaped leaf afraid and frayed.
O touch me warm your slanting rays
how cold my soul you left behind,
to gaze through tears at beauty high
to wander through the haze of days
and know the planets misaligned —
when eyes of turquoise dyed the sky.
Alas, myself but cosmic dust
yet still, the stardust gilts the rust.
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 me with ease
Of a blue breeze to deserted love island
Where tan sands caress like brown hands
White waters flow warm and toasty
Fast slow then in closing cold
Never let go of this love
For it floats like a boat
Turquoise Sea, Coconut Trees And Turtles
Pristine see through waters
Turtles slide by
Rock to and fro as they go
They are my watch
In paradise with cracked coconuts
By: Earl Schumacker -Created on 1/09/14 for “SOMEWHERE” Poetry Contest- sponsored by: Nette Onclaud -Using How Many Syllables - count 6,4,7,4,9 = 30 syllables (5 lines)
a cruise sails between
the fog cloud that looms in the
blue turquoise ocean
2-16-16
In southern Colorado,
that old Rocky Mountain state,
beneath God's azure heavens
is a place called Turquoise Lake.
I'd been driving all around,
it was time to take some lunch.
The lake looked right for fishing,
at least that was my hunch.
After chow I got my gear
and headed for the shore.
I tied on a jitterbug,
who could ask for anything more.
Weedy cover on the left
set off a loud alarm,
but I was casting to the right
just to limber up my arm.
From behind an old man came,
he'd been watching for a while,
"Surface lures won't work out here,"
he mumbled with a smile.
"You know this is a trout lake,
they won't hit on surface lures,
so get yourself a fly rod
and you'll catch some fish for sure."
Now just as luck would have it
you know where the next cast goes,
it's just off of the weed bed,
how that water did explode.
A Rainbow Trout grabbed my lure
and started on a run.
I was fishing ultra-light,
it was really lots of fun.
The oldster stood in wonder,
said he never would have thought
that on a rig like I had
a Rainbow could be caught.
Reluctantly the trout gave up,
he came in without delay.
I gave him slack and he was gone
to fight another day.
Walking the seashore of slumber
Passivity’s humid breath
A moment of sweet need
In serenity of my minds eye
Where I am truly safe
It is only those azure eyes
The scent of Auburn hair
That crashes my momentary…
One breath entails my need
It all slowly falls away
Entering that undiscovered country
Resembling dream
A solemn place where words
Spoken without consequence
Float into turquoise skies
Without meaning…
Turquoise, earth, air, fire water;
Gaia’s treasure’s a pleasure;
A chemistry lesson and
A guardian stone.
Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted
As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.
A quirky, tree, who has befriended me
And loved me
And taken care of me
Like the wind
Also free and
Fabulous!
I come back often.
To be admired and loved.
If grass was hue of violet
And buttercups were pink
That would be so beautiful
I’d have to stop and think
If rivers ran in purple
To oceans white and gold
A regal portrait that would paint
A vision unforetold
Yet are not green and yellow
As striking as a pair
And are not waters blue and green
As royal an affair
Why is it, color matters?
It’s only what we see
Much more below the surface
Try sipping turquoise tea
A memory triggered by my cologne
A crisp clean scent, like morning dew
Days of chaos and confusion
Hoping for relaxation
The sound of a gentle rain tape playing in the background
Lulling the children to sleep at rest time
Laundry, dishes, housework and ten children
Day after day
Monotony
Then there was the neighbor
His smile, his laugh, his turquoise eyes
Shining and dancing with magic
His voice and words oozing charm
His heart so sensitive and full of spirit
Tenderness dripping from every vein of his body
Sexy and mysterious, muscular and gentle
His soul alive with adventure
A drifter cowboy type
He picked me up with one swift movement
And placed me on a pedestal
Rescuing me from the dreariness
He pressed his lips to mine and I knew
The ordinary quickly faded away
My toes curled and my heart melted like butter
I drifted as if caught in the wind on fairy dust
Into the depths of the turquoise sea that surrounded me
His eyes, my cologne, and the whirlwind of euphoria
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
That emerald soul resonates
deep inside this turquoise heart
flutters tickle my being
and I smile
those words leave me breathless
and I want to live
that look in your eyes mesmerizing
melting me every time
frozen are these fleeting moments
and I never want to let go
as I get lost in you
faith and trust bring us near
and our future is forever clear
take hold of this branch
from the peaceful olive tree
seal our lasting bond
and grow old with me
Under the turquoise sky
The brown and white pony
His gentle brown eyes still, his ears up
Raises his head to listen
For the songs of his Indian brothers
Ghosts in the dust and sage
Eagle feathers on the ground
For constance rambling poet's contest: horses, snowflakes, horses and snowflakes, Theme chosen horse
by Linda Milgate
‘TURQUOISE-- INTUITIVE PAUSE’
Mixed hues of green and blue- Peace, calm a tranquil view
Retiring from the world at times- a temporary loner paradigm
Refreshing compassion, aquamarine cool—swimming serenity found in the pool
Teal feminine sophistication—intelligent whims of imagination
Open communication between heart and soul—spoken words are seldom whole
An independent and spiritual grounding—Caribbean healing often binding
Tranquillity, beautiful shades of serenity—crucial escape from noise and stupidity
Sequential self-sufficiency necessitated – realms of reality obliterated
Surfing the tides of modern humanity—breakers surging our living profanity
Rushing neglected creative domains—prevailing insanity inescapably remains
Our poise and intuitive shade turquoise—we need to shut down on intolerable noise
Flood out the deluge of untamed insanity—restoring cerulean peace replacing our vanity
... leave your walls and cliffs behind and
leap with me into the vernacular music of turquoise night,
clutching one another by our trembling hearts,
defying the twisted face of oppression
in annihilation of free-fall upward above
mansions of opulent deception,
crutches of paralyzing shame,
falling upward on the current of our breath
as maddeningly veiled, yet naked and as unveiled
as the moisture of our lips,
the naked trapeze of turquoise night incised by moon-swords,
embosoming itself in clouds, curves and rounding
of silver soft-burning from the scimitar poised on the bosom
of sky we reflect in each others eyes,
turquoise night, gem-like, and polished by the wind past us,
our heaving breasts scribing our diary,
etching in flesh what no longer is secret as
we pour into each others void,
since from void all things come,
to which all shall return on
the geodesic curve of our panting loins,
and Venus: early evening companion,
courtesan of the deep hours is holding androgynous court
among astral bodies eclipsed by yours absorbing mine,
and she, not winking through your hair as I caress it, but watching,
unashamed to lay us bare,
night-expanses gasping in compression of union,
our leap and plunge the sine wave pulsing
through the joy of yearning,
the vault of sky,
satiation still radiating from our heated and reheated curves,
and Lady Venus is leading her lovers into the beyond of turquoise night…
... the cliffs and walls are gone.
I heard the scraping sound and wondered
Is it the oak again? Is she shedding a limb?
The turquoise moon brought my attention upwards
It was the most unusual color, but who would believe me?
I ran inside for my camera.
When I returned two eyes were peeking.
They were aquamarine orbs. Had the oak developed eyes?
I took the photo, and ran inside.
An ethereal vision appeared in the oak's leaves.
A gorgeous tan owl in the throes of his own wonderment.
I was amazed and intrigued.
Ran back out to see if there was more to see.
The owl was gone, but I had proof.
It was the most beautiful owl I had ever seen.
A hoot owl? A barn owl?
A turquoise eyed moon owl, my muse assured me.
She is the smart one in this twosome.
I took out my pen and began to write.