Sadness Blue Poems | Examples
These Sadness Blue poems are examples of Blue poems about Sadness. These are the best examples of Blue Sadness poems written by international poets.
it seems inspiration
has fled an aged brain....
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Love or bust is for me,
no more sadness or I will flee.
People need to be free,
that is the key.
To fly like a big yellow bee,
in the blue sky is my plea.
Love or bust is for me,
let go and be carefree.
Paint with pretty paints the sea,
paint with your words a big oak tree.
Now enjoy love with a hot cup of rose tea.
In the dawn after her passing in the night,
I admire the blue glow upon the white snow.
I feel blue, but I know she went to the Light.
Life goes on in cycles as far as we know.
In my room, I lay mourning on this morning,
As the sun rises, so does my sadness.
A caretaker gone, but now she's free flying.
We all loved her for providing us a soft bliss.
In my apartment, I'll carry on with routine,
Even in the midst of my solemn grieving.
I know she wants me to still cook and clean,
But I wish I got to see her before her leaving.
In this town, today at dusk I'll go for a walk,
I'll admire the beautiful blue glow upon snow.
Every day, I'll remember how we would talk.
But we'll meet again, after when I too will go.
What is it your heart desires
To forget sadness be inspired
To see silver lining in dark cloud
Perfect timing for happiness now
Leave the past behind
You are going a new way
Life can be designed
If you think and pray
Use the old blues
That came from strife
To create a better view
A more full filled life
Abandon salty blue tears
No longer need their service
Forget your fuchsia fears
Live happy on purpose
Life gives you cards
So play your hand
Love twice as hard
Make your life grand
How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is blurred.
To you something bright as the sky,
Will always strike me as navy blue.
With a fire truck we could try,
But to me it is simply maroon.
Something as distinct as a rainbow,
To me, a blurry line of tones.
Something as beaming as the snow,
Might quietly sit with the stones.
All I ask is that you don't judge me,
When my eyes can't shine like the moon.
Believe my words over what you see,
Because color is what drives every tune.
The bird is blue as the sky above
and the waters that stretch into the seas
Blue is the eyes of the blonde hair girl
who sometimes smiles at me
Blue is the music that haunts your soul
a rhythm whose vibe frees
Blue is the sadness of a broken heart
of loves lost memory
Blueberries fresh and sweet
nature's bluish treat
Blue is the bruise of a blacken eye
when victory feels like defeat
Soft and bluish as a child's dream
safe in their mother's keep
Blue is true is a promised made
for that love in your heart deep
Bluebird wings and fades into the sky of blue
into the sky of blue...
Blue hearts are never SAD,
It’s just the color of ROYALITY
Kingdom ship
9/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Broken is the Sparrow
Broken is the sparrow,
whose spirit drifts
like feathers on the wind.
Sadness is the mist,
that lingers by your door
and hides below the shadows.
Pale is the blue,
like tiny daggers from your eyes,
which pierce my heart at every glance.
Soft is the breath,
I inhale from your lips,
while you whisper words of yearning.
Trembling is my skin,
you created by
brushing beside me.
These are the ghosts you left me
that haunts my imagination,
from memories of when we first met.
by, Martin Braun
July 24, 2023
An overarching sadness
permeates my soul
it presses me down like a mighty wave
and sentences me to melancholy pergatory.
My morose mood
traps me in its entangled web
all is darkness, self pity and doubt
the light of day is ever elusive.
The hours turn like listless pages
in a worn out book of woes
colorless trees droop under a dreary sky
a mourning dove coos mercilessly.
The day drones on in monotone
weary thoughts drown in insignificance
the road to hope is lost in a mirky mire
until the weighty fog finally lifts
and the sun shines through once more.
5/7/2023
I've pondered this since I was a child
What makes the grass so green
I know there's a logical explanation
Sure seems like some magical scheme
To explain why oceans are a deep indigo
Or the cerulean blue sky up above
The rising sun is a bright yellow ball
Why red is the color of love
Pink is associated with a baby's skin
As we cuddle and snuggle and coo
Mauve is usually the color of sadness
When life throws a curve at you
The color of nature is a wonder to behold
Artists try to capture its magic
What if the world was just shades of grey
Sure would be sad and quite tragic
So pray when you wake up each morning
Nature's colors will still be the same
It's what makes this world a joy to behold
And its beauty continues to reign
I have no right,
Or good reason,
For the sadness,
That flares from within.
Maybe I long for a place,
I can't remember,
Or a love,
That's smothered in sin.
Maybe it's change,
That I'm lacking,
Or the pursuit,
Of truth that's buried in lies.
I just hope, the world can forgive me.
For the sadness,
I hold dear tonight.
I believe tomorrow will be amazing,
With laughter, and good intent.
The sky will be blue, not gray,
And the time will be heaven sent.
Tonight might be a struggle,
But tomorrow will soon be today.
So tonight, I cuddle with sadness,
And with hopes,
That tomorrow's happiness,
Will keep sadness at bay.
R.K.H
6/22
Bittersweet wild blue yonder;
Sadness grays got this;Lightning sunshine;
Vacuuming pet dander;
Dappled sunlight;
Thunder and lightning;
Rain come down upon me;
Wetting my head;
Makes it trees to fright to Mars;
The red planet;
Purple mountain gray granite;
In the sadness
The gray got it
11/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Blue velvet circles spinning in my mind
Archaic fabled days of sadness and desperation
Feeling so blue
Like the drifting sea anemone in ocean blue
While spirits swirl about me
Feeling so blue
Those enigmatic swirls of hazy mountain crests
Lingering through fading sun
Speak of dying
Like rain pouring down into an open grave
And mourners trying to make light
Speak of dying
Feelings of hopelessness betray the better me
Who sings uplifting songs of praise
Reciting psalms
Like a pure altar boy who knows the truth
And nothing releases the horrible pain
Reciting psalms
Tears, both salty and silent,
flowing in rivers of melancholy
dead dreams are sobbing, all violent
as history remembers, in weeping,
to color the heart in hues of longing
rich with dreaded fears seeping
in dark thoughts which disappear
among the rain that pours over grief
crying brilliant blues so very sincere
as despair is sobbing so it soon appears
the lingering losses will thrive
on heartbreak and murky, gloomy tears
The Goblin’s Jewel Box 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
July 12, 2021
Every room
in the old house
is painted
deep periwinkle blue
because it was
the color
of dusk
in late June
when lightning bugs
filled the air
that moment when
everything changed.