Blue(A) Poems | Examples

Sky Blue is Difficult to Paint

no color is as difficult to paint because sky blue is from God’s brush
yet we try to recreate it in faded blue jeans, paints and colored pencils.
We have nearly perfected her when we realize we did not even get close.
I laid in the grass today to watch sky blue wondering how to get her right.

She has a cloudy misty milky frothy quality I can neither describe or paint.
I took out other colors and mixed without the result I had been seeking.
Adding glitter glue helped give sky blue a little bit of her pop and fizzle.
I finally gave up realizing that God has His own unique brush and colors.

Wording Blood : specular verse

I word the blood that freed our land

                      breathing opens minds which are 

partly insane

                             popping midnight blue on cue

                                       splattering palms moist

                                       hoisting what is true


onto blank page as unhealed rage

                          this theatre an expanded oyster 

 Pearl becoming translucent 

                             ¥¥

glows pink silver the waiting Pearl to hurl
         
                           theatre seats are empty cold

rage evaporating with poverty 

Truth  speculatively mature

                       palms wrinkled warmly

             cool blue a crying sky afar surfing

insanity protected his Heart  

                          my blood runs a River of Stories 

                             ~~~~~~~~~

What Makes You Feel

a signature guitar note out of the blue, a best-loved song unfurls

in this silent place

 

Prompt for contest:

"Upon a ridge  In misty blue  A lone tree  Sways in song 
Dew drops   Race   A morning chill   Calls  Upon the dawn
Season's change   Rearrange  A flowers dream   Is gone
A skyward gaze  A quiet place  Reflecting   A long lost song" 

upon a jagged cliff beneath a sky azure blue
a single tree whispers in the wind
rain came with the dawn
the season is changing the landscape
the mornings are now frosty . . . snow will change everything
the wildflowers have lowered their heads to sleep their season gone
I look skyward in this silent place contemplating the change
and each song that rests . . .  as a single snowflake kisses my cheek

What Do You Feel

Prompt - 
[] Upon a ridge In misty blue A lone tree Sways in song Dew drops Race A morning chill Calls Upon the dawn Season's change Rearrange A flowers dream Is gone A skyward gaze A quiet place Reflecting A long lost song 


I feel the thrill of word windmill 
Splashing down spine refreshing chill
Of whimsical rhyme making me relive
A simpler time this penning gives

Seasons change just as people do
Who is to blame for being blue
As life as sky as astronomers night
A tune that blooms in hearts in eyes

I feel salty as deep green sea
For it sings softly of lost loving
And I’m coughing up a cold breeze
Pressed roses and coffee comfort me

Emerging From The Woods Onto A High Prominence

The trees crowd in along the broken trail,
sunlight tries to push through, but mostly fails,
straight trunks spread out and obscure distant gaze,
there’s eyes out there, watching, afraid they’re prey.
Ahead a break grows larger with each step,
cerulean against the forest depth,
the summit rock cresting half of the peak,
this vantage sought by many weary feet.
Red squirrels chitter and dash as I emerge,
I want to shout, but I restrain the urge,
swellings of peaks spread out like tapestries,
their secrets hid beneath the endless trees,
a slash of gray where earth cuts through in stone,
Mother Nature is lost without her bones,
then rips of blue, a ribbon swaggers slow
to wild ponds saved by being remote,
marsh meadows near sometimes reveal a moose,
but today only mallards are in view.
Beyond this lies a scar, a bigger lake,
fringed by cabins and docks, stretching out straight,
above it all vultures fly on the breeze,
their slow circles effortless and lazy,
to think such birds get this view every day…
Who knows if again I will pass this way.

Blue: A Shade of Gray

In my boat with a knife
floating on a silent, blue sea
what a serene beauty
bewitched by the cursed one
my boat is drowning 
the moment's grace to draw the knife

climbing up high to touch the clouds
gray mountains are challenging me
my leg slipped, i'm falling down
the moment's grace to draw the knife

for me blue is a shade of gray
happiness is an illusion 
always ending up in the same old cage
where death keeps a hold on my thoughts 
an inner turmoil that is never at peace
poetry i write 
from every dying fragment of me

Into the Blue

Into the Blue

In the shallow waters of innocence, I played
Where joy's gentle breeze rustled sunbeams' golden grain
The world, a vast blue horizon, endlessly revealing
A canvas, where starlight whispered secrets to the soul

But time, a gentle tide, pulled me from the shore
From childhood's safe haven, I ventured evermore
Into the open sea, where mysteries abound
And the blue horizon calls, with a whispered sound

I navigate uncharted waters, where shadows roam
And confront the unknown, in this vast, unexplored home
The blue, a mystery, beckons me to explore
A realm of untold wonders, and unseen shores

Through ocean depths, I navigate my soul
Where waves of wisdom guide me, making me whole
And though the journey's long, and the seas are wide
I'll sail into the blue, where my heart will reside.

When She Remembers

The sky was blue, a beautiful day.
The sun sparkled bright on the water beyond.
She sat in the grass, admiring the display.
She wondered if there were fish in the pond. 
Grey marble lined up in long, even rows.
Names and dates, husband, father, brother, son,
Wife, mother, sister, daughter; all of those.
She was still breathing but their lives were done.
Memories flood her mind like never before.
For twenty years they shared a life and love.
She lay on the grass, read his name once more,
With thoughts of him looking down from above.
I guess you know how much I still love you.
One day I’ll be there, to stroll heaven, too.

By the Sea

Cold air breeze flowing over the shore, as an lifesaver floats on the glistening water illuminated by the sun, most memorable during the day as many above have fun

Frightened of the ferocious sea-beings, admiring the calm, but unaware that the center of  attention could all be placed in your palm,
Lurking beneath the blue, a scaled blue tail unseeable from the surface,
Hides the dark hues that is seen in the trenches as worthless

What is hidden in one’s heart could never be imposed,
With false memory and prevalent words under the sea cannot be disposed
Rather it stays at its peace surrounded by creatures living within,
Living among its terrible ocean trenches submerged with a spin

Eyes deep as the sea darkened with ecstasy,
That it’ll propel your gaiety through lunacy in glee,
Whirred through unbreathable currents which you’ll myopically see
Such a creature below is redundant for two hands to be.

Seaside Symphony

Where I looked, I found solace.
Don't look at it anymore, it's time to let go.
So I surrendered to a woman-river's embrace.
Hemlock juice across the river blue, a bittersweet journey.
I am blue-throated; Duel flaps its wings, a dance of fate.

Let's go through the umbilical cord of the sea,
And emerge on the other side, renewed.
Yet in the chest of this duel,
The morning stars shine, guiding us.
Two beaches in one horizon, a duality of existence.
On the beach of waiting silence,
Crying dreams of dawn seek another shore.

Dream Waves

Is that the ocean? Can this be true
That I'm sitting on a beach with you?
If not, please dream don't go away
Keep me here another day

And it would be just fine by me
To never leave, I'd be set free
As you and I are holding hands
This plane takes off and never lands

We fly away to shores sun-kissed
Turquoise blue, a sea spray mist 
Refreshing, cooling, bodies hot
I'll love you now right on the spot

There's no one else to interrupt
So we don't have to be abrupt
Let's take our time, or better yet
Wait until today's sunset 

And let the pastel colored skies
Illuminate your bright blue eyes
So in them I with passion-stare
Can behold my reflection there

And without words convey how much
I've waited for your loving touch
A tracing up and down my back
Of ardor there will be no lack

Overtaken By Pirates

red morrel mushrooms that always overgrew
they annoy me sometimes, how about you?
hey! who invited Captain M’s pirate crew?
They are rude and always spit in the awful beef stew

They all pretend they cannot find the loo
I smell them as they come in, they smell like mildew
they are reeking up my living room through and through
can’t you get them to bathe? I ask my cousin Lu.

None of you landlubbers are as fresh as the dew.
This is said by the first mate, they call him Big Blue.
Why does that overgrown dog always moo?
They were weird, coarse and wild, from Timbuktu.

I warned others with looks not to give Blue a clue.
My pet is my pet, and killing her is not what I’ll do.
They can find beef somewhere else, I do not explain her moo.
Why don’t you sit down while I ladle up your stew?

Jug

One made of Bonn china, somehow, gets a great attraction,
In steel and glass and plastic and bronze... lo, how many forms!
There's a creative artistic beauty in each faction,
Indeed, the craftsmen, in mind and heart, have their unique norms...!

I had one made of glass, in sky blue, a few years ago,
I had saved it like an antique valuable for long;
One day, lo, an absent-minded carelessness I did show,
I dropped it and broke; how long had I regretted my wrong...!

Jugs I have, now, a few in brass, steel, and Bonn china,
I consider them precious and see to their protection;
Yet, when I hold any of these a thought like angina,
Enters my heart and digs out my old buried dejection...!

As Images of God, humans continue the creation,
A jug too, like other gifts, can bring inner elation...!!!

Dragonfly Dreams

Upon your wings of crystal blue 
a morning drop of dew 
although the sky is watching you 
you know, I am there too 
Oh dragonfly of love, how do you do 
I wonder as I sit and rue 
about the things I never knew 
and all this beauty, oh so new 
Of all the sanctuaries of the world 
you chose the one that has been pearled 
by an artist's loving hand unfurled,  
I am beholden to, things I have unlearned; 
In this moment I appreciate the beauty 
of a simple thing, that draws me  
at the edge of dawn I am always free 
to dance with this dragonfly and just be
Upon a sky of crystal blue a dragonfly wing of every hue, 
although its made of old glass, every day feels bran new.
Written by: Mystic Rose 
Inspired by: Susan Jarrell

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