Blues Poems - Poems about Blues

It’s ninety one but feels like more, Like I opened up the Devil’s front door. He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been. The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly, Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly. Even my dog gave me that judgmental look, Like, “Take me out again and you’re...

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There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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It is a dreary day and my feet don’t work I sit alone feeling like a kind of jerk when young I could have run circles around them Now I sit on a bench with an old guy named Jim the energy I used to have is a mystery, long gone saying old age is great is a strange saying,...

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the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight it brings forth an assortment of nasty...

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To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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I hope that the sun melts away And the air gets quietens down Soon I’ll be waiting here For the light to leave my shoulders And the winds to get cooler It’s a shame That things like this become Something to be feared The seasonal swings graze My ear And I’ve only just started summer break But I’m tired of the beating sun Down my back ...

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"Custody Blues in C Minor" (Disaster and Love as a Single Father) One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed, And the echo of her "I’m done with you" Still knocking around in my head. She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full...

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His life without a song He’s got it all wrong Can’t even sing the blues if he can’t tie his shoes ...

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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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