Sky Blue Poems | Examples
These Sky Blue poems are examples of Blue poems about Sky. These are the best examples of Blue Sky poems written by international poets.
A poet at the supermarket
At the supermarket, yes, we have one near Faro. I met a poet.
The mall is nicely built and has two bell towers.
From time to time, they chime to remind us why we are
Here, not sit on a bench in its courtyard looking up to
The sky is seeing mind-blowing cumulus configurations.
The poet I met had a white beard, wore an old black suit,
a tie with red wine spots on, a black beret that whiffed
Of garlic, I think. You could see that it wasn’t really there.
His eyes scanning the ground, he bent down, picking up.
Half-smoked butts of cigarettes. Ok, not so rich
So what? Haven’t you heard of a poor poet before?
They are not all idle sons of the rich, and with a university.
Degrees in literature. A notebook in the side pocket and
Two pencils in his breast pocket; so he was a poet, ok.
I can hear the wolves howling.
A blue moon sky tonight,
movement, motion, magical,
we're synchronized just right.
Her silhouette's smoldering
behind translucent screens.
Perfect, pleasing, pandering,
my fantasy, her scene.
Incense burning, candles aglow,
a breeze blows her to me,
luscious, lacy, lingering,
the only thing I see.
She touches without touching,
spectator on a chair;
wanting, warning, whispering,
she lashes me with hair.
Sorceress now claims her prey.
our bodies do entwine,
teasing, touching, tenacious,
then finally she is mine.
Two bodies brace for battle,
a squall stirs up the sea,
holding, heaving, heavenly,
right where I want to be.
Our hungry mouths are feasting,
enlightenment now sought,
rampant, racing, ravenous,
until that moment's caught.
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.
Yes, you can see the sky
When you alive.
You sees the colours of sky that
may, reminds of the chapter of life.
Sometimes you are sad and cry!
And it rains from the sky. Please!!
Notice, sky not may beautiful by it’s won
So.. Why your life would be cool without deeds?
Ofcourse, it has no end. But you have!
Decorate your life as the sky does with clouds,sunlight, birds.. If sky tolerate the pollution, thunders.. Why can't you?
Anything you do, but at last..
You will be a little star of Nights sky.
Marjorie Moose, with her chandelier crown,
found twelve ducklings just wandering down.
No mother in sight, no map in their beaks
just confused chirps and moss-covered cheeks.
She took them to a pond shaped like a spoon,
where frogs sang jazz beneath the moon.
She taught them to nap in a thistle-made bed,
While squirrels served pines and soup in a shed.
But one day the sky sent a postcard of rain,
Signed by a breeze from the mushroom terrain.
Then Mama Duck swooped from a cumulus cloud,
and all the ducklings chirped, absurdly loud.
“We love you, Moose Mum!” then gave her a hug,
and a necklace of gum from a raccoon’s tree rug.
Now legends say in the forest of blue,
babysitters have hooves and hearts too.
Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.
Blue butterflies reflect in my eyes
But you say all you can see is blue skies.
Blue butterflies then ascend to real skies,
As I finally begin to truly realize...
Fall with its limpid deep blue skies
Flamboyant leaves dipped in garish dyes
Place: 1st
Ever so I laid horizontal
In trued, looking up
…yonder hued
Kept on the side
Eyes lifted high
Environment sewed the heavens abound, above my eyes…
All I saw was “blue”
8/30/2025
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I fill the expanse of the sky in the daylight,
I am the colour of royalty,
I represent loyalty,
And I don’t put up a fight.
I am the colour of the ocean,
I symbolize wisdom,
I herald the goodness of the kingdom,
And I don’t succumb to corrosion.
I am the epitome of peace,
But I can turn gloomy when I crease.
August 16, 2025.
The rocky road made good sense to get here.
Life doesn't slow down, but speeds on like fire.
She remembers how life always appeared
When the Green Man always for her enquired.
He was the one who showed felicity
Back in the woods of mythic wanderers.
It didn't matter his ethnicity
He became a mystical conquerer
Wandering through the elemental fields
Where spectral skylights sparkled at twilight,
Revealing truths so environmental,
Dreamy ancestral visions bathed in light,
Ways that can only be told in stories
By golden stars and observatories.
I am Blue
I am the blue of a clean sky
Where every bird yearns to fly high,
The azure hue of a calm sea
Where every fish loves to be free;
I`m the blue of a mountain peak
That imparts peace to minds that seek,
The sapphire gem eyed in the air
That instills solace with a flair;
I am the blue of worthy trust
One can rely on without fuss.
Specific hue I am to show
on second arch of the rainbow.
Me smiling on the cloudless sky.
sometimes smile on beautiful eyes.
I’m dazzling on sapphire gemstone.
In ocean-hole also be shown.
I am praised in early dawn hour.
on the morning glory flower.
Me glowing soft on horizon,
but bright as twinkling stars to shine.
I symbolise serenity -
inspiration, stability.
So ! I have given enough clue
You can easily guess the hue.
The shade of blankets for baby boys
A little girl's darling play unicorn
The robin's nest with her blue eggs' soft jitters
That water inside a blue hydrangea
Where the eyes of us looking show
The lover's true color of touching below
Be it forever then
So goes the horizon
The invisible clock making us invisible in day —
Maybe even the sea if it stopped pulling away.
As the sun sets in the evening sky,
the pretty blue turns pink.
Oh my,
I am pink for the clouds to drink.
The moon must go to bed,
the sun must come out to play.
Marshmallow clouds meet the sun's rays,
I am pink showing off this new day.