Blues Poems - Poems about Blues

She poo-pooed her constituent quickly with, “Well, we all are going to die” like a queen talking down to the peasants from her castle way up in the sky She expressed no concern for the voter or her plight should she lose Medicaid with an arrogant wave she dismissed her and revealed that they all had been played So the people who...

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The blues affair I met her where the light was weakening an enduring twilight had settled on what was re-lived in the memory of summer moving out of the convention, tired leaves in the soft breeze on its final breath. We spoke of the past but not of the now the present didn’t matter. I saw her as a disappearing holograph dying in...

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[Verse 1] Such a perfect night, the kind I’ve dreamed about for days, Falling fast, it’s wild, but I don’t want it any other way. Your arms around me, warm breeze tangled in your hair, I trace your skin with whispers — you're the answer to every prayer. [Pre-Chorus] Close your eyes, and smile, we’re painting fantasies, Wrapped in golden silence, your...

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I wrote a documentary that would have won a BAFTA But nobody would fund it It was not what they were afta I pitched the plot to Netflix cuz they have a lot of money They sent me packing, laughing “Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny” I lastly pitched to Paramount hoping they’d save the day They took one look at me shook their head...

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They unearthed him from the Delta dust/ Do Fletch, a name whispered on the wind, in a rusted tone/ Born and bred in NOLA's humid heart, A city sculpted by sorrow, torn apart, then rebuilt from the start/ Do Fletch not a singer, not an artist, not a star in the sky, but a conduit,...

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The Corona Blues (Revisited) So sick of being stuck at home Just want to get out and roam Can go nowhere without a mask Can’t do my weekly tasks I got the lowdown Corona blues Get high all-day It’s the only way I can deal with the stress Of all this mess I got the lowdown Corona Blues.... Some say it's overblown That really makes me moan That...

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I like hammocks. I like buzzing bees. Unseasonably warm days. Or maybe more like hours… In April, things get taken out. Then put away again. My favorite shorts. My favorite flowers. My favorite everything. Even when it’s supposed to be cold and stormy tomorrow… We don’t believe it. So we pull out clunky lawn furniture. And mow the...

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They want our rhythm but not our blues They envy our natural melanin yet tan too We wear our style and they call it hood They copy it now and say it’s all good They want to erase our heroes and heroines Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are Past heroes...

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Blues music, a genre that expresses emotive lyrics, reflecting love and joys or struggles, sorrow and hurt of everyday life, as well as frailty and vulnerability or resilience to bounce back and move on. In blues music the common instruments are guitars and vocals and blue or bent notes are featured creating a distinct melancholic and somber tone that some think, sing or listen to the blues when they are...

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The sky turned dark The poet built a fire & warmed his hands Worms crawled thru His skin& angels Cried & moments Slipped pass like Lavendar melting The Santa Fe Chief & coyote serenaded The wanderer Remembering Your hot breath Cascading like Moonlight on His back ...

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There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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Once man believed the world to be square And I sought the horizon Once your words were as honey Your eyes shone with magic And I sought to be part of your life Once man learned the world was round The horizon was no longer a mystery Once she left and never returned I understood the horizon...

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KODACK BLUES Up above me is an empty sky Tonight, I miss you, but I cannot cry I’m travelling like an explorer’s ship I forge a smile but don’t give a flip Nighttime calls me and I wonder why Do you see me drifting Don’t I look so sly Neon lights give me sights to see And nobody can play a fool like...

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Self-transformation through karma includes a load of drama. I should have bought a larger and deeper diorama. When a crises fully shook me, I feared my ink had dried, forced gone by the new brain managing my mind from inside. To outrun the blues, my muse likely fashioned good-bye shoes. Grieving my muse, I cried recalling decades we'd penned through. I...

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Neon haze on cobblestone nights, whispers ride on the southern moonlight. Shadows dance in the lamplight’s gleam, bourbon burns, but so do my dreams. There's a preacher on the corner, selling sinners one last prayer. But the devil’s got a table, and he’s pulling up a chair. Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul, drown my sins in rock and roll. Golden whiskey, lace and lies, where...

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