Dark Blue Poems - Poems about Dark Blue

Work of Art

He was a work of art
I knew he was crazy from the start
I knew it may be a little hard
To deal with someone with a broken heart
I put his name in the blue of my polish nails
I don’t want him to tell me fairy tales
I let it written with my red lipstick
While I take it

Dark Blue

Lonely and hating what her friend has become.
Seems like no more friendship to believe in,
Art the only place to breathe in.

Meeting new people who are considered geeks and freaks,
Hanging with them all week.
Near the end, her "geeky" friend shows her Jesus,
And she is saved.

Finally, out of her lonely cave.
She faced troubles before, but thankfully
Being friends

The Dark Blue Evening:Every Moon Sets -07

And still

It was not all over, 

As if you wanted to listen 

To the dying echoes

Of my leafless urge

Snaking through the 

Valley of my just widowed heart.



While the shape of dead tolls

In the blue evening 

Till the last purple flame

Of lust for life-

Dies away, leaving

Heaps of ashes

On the bald foreheads 

Of the darkest hours-

In the

Deep Dark Blue

Another dark dark night, the moon but a sliver
Just like the hope I carry, a broken arrow in an empty quiver
I know time will never end, I throw another one back
To dull the pain, my world insane, Its all been painted black
Where had all the good times gone, were there any, I can't remember
Erased as

Dark Blue

Eternity is unflinching
and on the day of his last entry
the day he died
in a small room
dark blue,
he had no thoughts of coming days.

young man,
you did your time
in a prison,
did your time in the grip of malignant delusions,
no escape from the voices in your head.

May your ashes of shame 
your final expression,
rest in peace for ever

Throw Me In the Dark Blue Sea

loving with my heart only to be told i am not the one
loving with my soul 
loving with my all

why even love at all
seeing you do not love me 
the good times you remember no more
thrown away into the dark blue sea

the times we shared and you said you treasured
through thick and thin and bad

The Illuminated Muse

The Illuminated Muse
by
Ingrid Showalter Swift


You light up the circuits of my psyche with lexis
vibrate within me 
daze me 
sway me without weight or measure
I breath in the misted air of salt and gesture
and in it you lie in wait

You fill my cells 
with oxygen and mercury
the temperature rises 
my bearings drop
my center settle casts away
to

Mr August

Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on

Mr August

Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on

True Light

True light

When your bright smiles fade, 
My blue birds never gladly abide;
While winter time is over 
I enjoy the fine weather
When your nights fall dark, 
My good days loose their spark.
When your eyes have no sight.
How can you be my my twilight?
When your ears cannot hear, 
 My celestial music is unbear
Though my flower never

In the Land of the Midnight Sun

Long ago, in the fastness of the north
lived a people known as the Inuit.
They lived in perpetual darkness.
Although they had heard of light from Crow
they at first would not believe him.
They made him repeat this fairy tale 
many times, for it sparked imagination.
Imagine how long they could hunt.
Imagine seeing polar bear before he saw them.
They

This Old Stormy Night

Here I stand, thinking listing to Whispers in the night, as I am glancing out my window,
I hear the thunder roll and the lightning strike as it's dancing in the dark blue sky,
Oh- and the rain is falling falling falling and I can't seem to clear this mind of mine.

While I stand here pondering old

Retribution

Six 
Six dark suits 
Six dark suits carry anguish.
Five 
Five long years 
Five long years forever lost.
Four 
Four gray walls
Four gray walls hold, suffocate.
Three 
Three more days
Three more days until release.
Two 
Two blue eyes 
Two blue eyes haunt my thoughts, dreams.
One 
One person 
One person responsible.

I will find you.

Sky

Milky blue light drenching particle specks lightened by contrasting swoops of foggy spectacle
Further surpassed by mass internal affairs given off to sight after years of waiting for enlightenment
To be distanced and held secret for generations of life
Sinister confusion in count and account but simple in glance and embrace
Held by eye represented as such as well

The Fair Angel Sitting On a Dark Blue Cloud

The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
holds a dazed light in her trembling, gentle hand open wide...
shouldn't a peaceful summer's night be lit by silver stars?
How would she reach the rings of Mars? 


Like Venus dressed in white silk,
she waits for her Adonis to make her weak
with his beautiful, ripped physique...
would then that

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