Blueberry Poems - Poems about Blueberry

...If I were an actor on the big screen With the cameras on me in every scene I'd race for NASCAR on any old day Date a couple starlets along the way I could be Rhett to Scarlett O'Hara ......Read the rest...

...We had; The face behind the mask and Chattanooga choo, choo. A boy and his dog and Bill and Coo. We three and Gaslight. The black cat and Dead of the night. A ......Read the rest...

... This pomegranate heart dreams to travel upon a periwinkle path which leads to the province, where her royal majestic persona resembles papillon emperors, floating under mauveine skie......Read the rest...

... So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you? Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas. However, Sky so......Read the rest...

... Our nephew Rick and his wife Laura in a move we found quite sweet for Deborah’s belated birthday…invited us out to eat. “You have a choice to make.” Laura would assert “We could take you to a re......Read the rest...

...Red Dragon Café is officially open, the beast said. She had the door painted a beautiful welcoming red. The first two to enter were a princess and her knight. Is this really run by a dragon? The w......Read the rest...

...Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts… this night…a hammer old, gun barrel cold weight of a baby’s head, less a hair gripping death, tempered fire punching steam subtle, dangerous, ......Read the rest...

...We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once again, w......Read the rest...

...My love tastes like strawberry wine He is made from fruit of my mind I prayed for his chocolate divine Kisses so engaging one loses time My love smells like frosted rain Dripping intoxicating ......Read the rest...

... A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds. Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots, after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand, Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand. Days were filled with wonder and encha......Read the rest...

...In the marshmallow mirth of blueberry beginnings of bliss, I wish upon stars that blush behind mint-grey memories, drifting along sheets of fluffy daydreams, across orchid ski......Read the rest...

...A Lonely Christmas, Not So Lonely Afterall. I closed the door with flowers in hand Walked the side walk alone, People passed me without a wave Was going to read the epitaph on stone. Flowers f......Read the rest...

...Her rainbow hair is so ugly! Her mother said to me on the phone. I was only half listening now, reaching for a second scone. They were blueberry and chocolate and yummy with caramel. “I am sure it......Read the rest...