"This poem is not about what is written,but what is not written..."
The sky calls her melancholy
her eyes are always sad,
blue sky turning to gloomy
and lake drying up seeing her.
Her eyes are always sad
a sadness that fills the nature,
and lake drying up seeing her
the sky hiding its blue colour.
A sadness that fills the nature
now standing infront of me,
the sky hiding its blue colour
but I want to make her smile.
Now standing infront of me
her eyes reflect her sad soul,
but I want to make her smile
so I send my mind's butterflies.
Her eyes reflect her sad soul
she needs some rainbow touch,
so I send my mind's butterflies
hope those butterflies do miracle.
She needs some rainbow touch
blue sky turning to gloomy,
hope those butterflies do miracle
the sky calls her melancholy.
© kashinath karmakar (5th July 2011)
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Placement: 9th ;(July 2011)
By:kashinath karmakar
Date:5th July 2011
Contest:The Unwritten
Sponsor:~Constance La France~
I sat up on a cloud today..
I blew on the tree tops to make them sway..
Like wave of paint brushes they colored my sky..
All different shades of blue as the sun passed by..
As the night poured its way, the moon was my light..
Deeper strokes of blue as my cloud was still in sight..
I then feathered my color into the horizon as the stars
where sprinkled in..
My canvas of a blue sky with brush less trees is where
I've been...
"Blue on Blue on Blue" contest
~The Sky~
A gypsy queen is dancing
In Aminhotep’s land
Her full blown skirt billows out in the wind
Her tambourine beats time
Held in a strong, slender hand
Sand grains churned by dancing feet
Lie in ecstasy
Unfelt since Rameses had marched
and an ultramarine
Peacock that flew in from Blue River
had settled on his crown
To spread its plumes and shrill into his ear
Unknown names of unseen lands and seas
Of kings to come and start new dynasties
And vanish across a few millennium days
The sheer blue gauze of a deep delinquent haze
Protects the sleeping Pharaoh in his tomb
Dancing daughter to deeply buried kings
Carries a fairytale inside her womb
A gypsy queen is dancing
In Aminhotep’s land
Her full blown skirt billows out in the wind
Her tambourine beats time
Held in a strong, slender hand
Sand grains churned by dancing feet
Lie in ecstasy
Unfelt since Rameses had marched
and an ultramarine
Peacock that flew in from Blue River
had settled on his crown
To spread its plumes and shrill into his ear
Unknown names of unseen lands and seas
Of kings to come and start new dynasties
And vanish across a few millennium days
The sheer blue gauze of a deep delinquent haze
Protects the sleeping Pharaoh in his tomb
Dancing daughter to deeply buried kings
Carries a fairytale inside her womb
Paintbrush colours blue
indigo to ocean hues
and baby blue tints
cerulean daubs on canvas
next to Prussian blue patches.
Carol Fillmore
for Francine Roberts "Blue" contest
Being the color blue is not always sad..
I can cover the city sky with the sun in the middle,
and thats not so bad..
My light shade of blue opens a beautiful spring day..
A darker shade is sprayed with little stars that take
your breath away..
My light shade is the ocean covering your feet..
A darker shade is the moonlight hittng the water
for a warm evening treat..
So my color blue has always gotten a bad rap...
So rest assure I will color it light blue as my sky will cover you as you
lay for a afternoon nap...
inspired by "crayon contest"
As I sit apon my sill
the rain rises up in vain
the winds howl and shriek
the volume of their pain
as the the heavenly hue
settle in I see the blue rain
risong up towards the heavens
soaking the clouds
that fall one one on my porch
I grab my umbrella
a run through the clouds
rising and falling with each step
allowing this blue wonder
to soak me dry
and wash away sorrow
refreshing me thoroughly
through and through
This poem is in Dada
a poem that makes no sense
This is my humble tribute to
the lovely color known as blue
whether your a blue so bright
or blue that's darker than the night.
I love you in most every shade
that the good Lord ever made
like blue of endless azure sky
or blue that's baked into a pie.
The cobalt on a moonlit night
when the stars are shining bright
swimming in an inky sea
is such a precious sight to me.
Here's to the blue that's on the jay
who chases other birds away
and blue shadows in the snow
as the evening starts to grow.
Then there's the blue that is so light
that you could almost call it white
and baby blue that looks so sweet
as booties on such tiny feet.
So here's to you dear color blue
the only color known as true
a lovely color through and through
this is my humble poem to you.
Inspired by Kristen Reynold's Breathing Color Into January contest
Corduroy blue sky
Sprinkles magic dust
In the crystal air
Orange-yellow poppies
Refuse to close their eyes,
While the blue oxen plow
The olive green fields,
East of Eden