Blue(A) Poems - Poems about Blue(A)

timorous blue moon plays peek a boo in brooding clouds distant thunder claps ...

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Nowadays, people don’t 'get' the real Blues, they have blue-funks. The funks makes a person glare and simmer like a radio-active sunflower. The Blues don’t come at anyone with a rabid face, or any bad juju. Blues songs don’t club at you with a baseball bat, they won’t yell in your ear. If you got the Blues you have a dog and a guitar, even when you don't. If you got the Blues you have a whole range of sad...

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Damp sound of squelching grass beneath my feet ushers bright dew soaked morn on wild green plot of tangled twigs, stalks, leafs where young lambs bleat they frolic, gambol, play in blue dawn trot!...

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That moon by romancing is made, I never know what people do. But its love light has picked your face. That moon by romancing is made, Sets my fingertips to the day — A night that's between me and you That moon by romancing is made. I never know what people do....

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It was a dewfresh morn that I set sail into the aqua sea I was flying over blue crashing waves and met a whale above in the sky birds called out crying !...

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l saw him looking as l was walking by and in those days, l was really shy and my friend said 'did you see that gorgeous guy' and l said no....and asked her why she said he was definitely looking at you l said no, that cant be true for she was the prettiest of us two he said l...

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Cover your mouth and laugh it out. The world blinks, Clink, clink. Every bottle comes with a label. Every child comes with a mother. Every person comes with an identity. Every murderer comes with a motive. They explain, They birth, They express, And they kill. But someday will they become the meal? What if it was reversed? Would they try to become more diverse? Or become mentally...

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I've always been afraid of deep water... So why did I believe it would make me stronger? Maybe I thought its beauty was sublime, But beauty can’t hold you afloat every time. I took a breath and went under, Trusting you through all the wonder. The waves pushed me towards you, A feeling so fresh and new. As I ventured into the deep...

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Destruction, thy name is wrath! By God, do the math! Walk thee down the warrior's path? Take a bloody bath! Chunks of bodies broken? A fight! To reason stand! What hath Hell awoken? O Hel, call thy warband! Twilight of the elder race? Blast off into space! Tortoise, polish carapace! For agony brace! What goals see tomorrow? I'll bet I know a few. Beggar, can ye borrow? O money lenders,...

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The illusion  In a small park ringed by gloomy trees near where the factories used to be, was the bust of a man on a splint made of bronze, a mesen, she liked to use words like that in a desperate world of poverty, tinned sardines  in olive oil and mackerel in tomato sauce The Mesen who owned the factories...

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Out of all the colors of the rainbow I choose blue True roses are red but I don't think violets are blue It's a dominate color and one that's quite known I tend to like blue in any shade, material or tone You have to be honest blue makes things look nice Have you saw diamonds that looked like blue...

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Blue-eyed baby. Eyes as blue as the ocean. Hair as blonde as the sand at the shore. Blue-eyed baby, how you’ve changed my world. Blue-eyed boy, how you’ve grown. How I love you more than all the shells in the sea. Shine, my beautiful blue-eyed boy, may you brighten the day of everyone you meet as...

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Her look said much thou she in essence hid a lot Her look had an accusation that did set me aback Her manner one of one in great internalized turmoil Her demeanor said she has been thru pretty much It was plain and apparent she needed to find someone Not just a solid shoulder to lean on that at the...

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JANUARY 2024 Hello, person. My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue And chirps a melody of solitude While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze. Hello to you-- If you want to hear my thoughts. My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye, Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin, Who holds the wisps...

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in a soft sigh or quiet curse a bubble of pain in the embers of a fading fire sparks of memory in the hollow of the chest echoes of love where the smile doesn't meet the eyes mania or melodrama ...

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