Blue Color Poems | Examples
These Blue Color poems are examples of Color poems about Blue. These are the best examples of Color Blue poems written by international poets.
Hazy summer screen drifts away,
satin cobalt sky exudes azure sapphire glow
of blue bay.
Autumn’s hues crawl,
trees create golden fresco, show
leaves fall.
Crowns of dew
on fawn grass grow
new.
Hazy summer screen drifts away,
trees create golden fresco show,
new.
Some nights,
the color of music
is barely a shimmer~
a pale wash of sound
brushing the air
like moonlight learning
how to breathe.
It moves the way
a memory moves,
slow at the edges,
soft in the center,
a hue you feel
before you see.
Sometimes it glows
like a beacon under water,
a muted gold
rising through the dark
to remind you
that even silence
has a pulse.
And sometimes
it is only a shadow
of a color~
the faintest blue
that gathers
when a voice trembles
with something
it cannot name.
Music is never just heard.
It is carried,
like light in the hands,
like a secret
that keeps changing shades
each time the heart
listens.
p r I m a r y c o l o r s
red yellow blue
blue crowned
world favorite for
being calm and safe
red depicts
bold power
passion excitement
yellow sadly is
least popular –
reason why yellow is
s o b l u e
Genial gold bullions of first blush town verve,
cobalt blue ingots in sky,
“rain” pavement dweller thrill
Green bus shelter cameos cordial,
sprinkle the air with glad quips,
tween the spilt coffee gulp
billowing cloud of zingy zone babble,
dispersed in hazy gallop,
yet wisps unfeigned linger
Faint,
spark,
smothered,
frail flicker,
doused by wanton strafe,
of bogus blitz on firefly swarm,
whose sintered flecks luminous once a mint meadow rash,
fetid stench on sombre marsh morgue deathly plummet in wet woodland, squelching plot interred,
winsome wing glow worm surreal,
larval lantern love, a spring twilight trail flash mate signal in mid-flight flare, haphazard helix of red flame,
lightning mimicry from maiden whose passion quest quenched querulous by nightmarish callous earthling hand clamped coffin dull click, twilight yellow, blue ghost, witching hour green tint spectaclenow grave entombment, mourning planet sheds tears
Miraculous ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
Against ¦¦¦ blue miraculous skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ towers and turrets rise
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ arches that enthrone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wonder of the skies.
Softly ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ spreads its wings;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ belfry sings.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ Ascension Day ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow of those wings!
(Blackout of At Burgos by Arthur Symons)
Hue’d flame,
has orange glow,
creates molten ambience,
on a rippling pulse deep sigh spot,
two heartthrobs dissolve, ah!
“Light source,”
with red weave spell,
beaming hugs, kisses, passion,
in intimate charmed close quarter,
where blue moon pledge we seal
Awash with fire tinted shade,
indigo a shrill magnet,
serene usher I extol,
as fool’s gold sky slinked
blue hue phase swift facile flit,
dust and gas spark burnt red lit,
magenta my bosom fair,
hue’d lithe peck, dusk flare
Quote “keep dreaming coz ~dreams come true, when you fully believe “by Scottydotti
Acrostic
R ainbows flash across the sky
A las~ beauty of the colours
I n sink~ they sparkle and shine
N ever ! stop believing in love
B e happy, share the love
O h such bliss from God above
W ow ~ devine beauty around
M agical unicorns radiate joy
A las ~ time zooms by, sieze the day~ fly
G lad to be alive, free to be me
I indigo sky so blue above you
C louds are amazing look at shape, see pictures
Purple sapphire clouds
I never been to this world
I might buy that ring
humidity black
gold sun sifted by green leaves
baptizes blue bird
I don't know whether his eyes were green or blue,
but what I do know
is that he jumped on my orange cupcakes.
Creamy and delicious
were those high school days.
Eyes drop, shy, mine,
but electricity shocks.
Twenty-five years later
I get that hug, I would have died for,
so many years before.
My best friend almost gave it away,
“Why didn't you tell me?”
(A little too loud)
I said, “That's why!”
Red hair, but what color?
Irish, but what about them eyes?
Surely, they weren't muddy.
It was clear to me,
that I made just dessert,
for you. If anyone else stood near,
I have no recollection.
I think he smiled
and licked his lips.
drops of color
from the painter's palette
blue, orange, yellow, brown, gray, red
in infinite blackness
the planets turn
A sudden burst of painted glass
upon a gray and weathered stone.
They do not light within the grass,
but cling to secrets known to none.
Specks of orange, flecks of blue,
a torn and tattered canvas drawn.
across the morning's heavy dew,
as fragile as the breaking dawn.
No artist held a steady brush
to form this wild and fleeting art.
They came upon the forest hush;
painting on the woodlands heart.
A living mural on the bark,
alive and breathing to the eyes;
before they vanish in the dark;
a glorious graffiti of butterflies.
Mint string unthreads along the shifting hues
Blue drips through black in slow unsteady ways
Green murmurs rise as broken colors fuse
Thoughts dissolving in the emerald haze