Long Blued Poems
Long Blued Poems. Below are the most popular long Blued by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Blued poems by poem length and keyword.
Show me now of dreams I dreamt
Far this distance of places bent
Wake of the voices, rhythms heard
Rages of thirst uncommon blued
Tears now of the wicked crying soul
Ignore thy whispers of crystal bowl
Seen twice never once, this was told
A broken wing of the very bold
I closed my eyes as what was felt
Warm, embracing wind of molten melts
Should I have not remembered the sin?
The very thought clashes what I have seen
To turn to where it all began, I turned
Yellow, green and blue I see was burned
The other side, seen too was fading blue
This where ashes now long gone once flew.
She is picture perfect in broken glass,
Wearing the look of a heartbroken lass,
Lilacs bloom, but she's not aware, alas!
~
Lavender life goes on, leaves her behind,
For it knows of her hopeless state of mind,
She's in a flux, a depressed black hole bind;
~
Who can rescue her from this forlorn mood?
For she seems saddened and by sorrow blued,
Shards pierced her heart, she cries in solitude;
~
Let her free her mind and bawl in silence,
Bipolar woes have given her license !!
Help her stand against strife in defiance !!
~
Be there for her when she goes through such times,
Pick up the shattered mirror shards sometimes,
Aid her as she builds from them tinkling chimes !!
©Joanna Daniel (26.08.26)
For My Holly
I never knew myself until you came into view.
'new girl' was my name ~ yours was the same
We mirrored each other's army brat depths.
we had unique views ~ we sought hidden clues
You left the ground with me so we might better see.
We pushed against boundaries blocking our free.
After a year and graduation day, both families moved away.
A year apart then we cheered for you were moving near.
Silence crashed gray around me in jarring strikes.
news glued me undone ~ chilled shade blued my sun
Mere seconds flogged me numb with scarring spikes.
your mind failed its start ~ I bore a shelled heart
We two had overturned set stones to deep-learn.
We partnered our uniqueness to bloom our yearn.
I rushed to your bedside …
Blocking mental ills, pills trapped you within.
I wore my softness ~ you trip-talked nonsense
Your eyes would never more answer your grin.
we used to free dance ~ your sweet eyes loved chance
Your soul art was partly shaped into my adult themes.
Our wings had barely spread from our teen dreams.
We promised to lifelong gentle the other’s twin stream.
I never knew myself until you came into view.
I rushed to your bedside … where my heart first slow died
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
All alone,
In this world;
Is there no one here,
for me Lord;
ls there anyone?
Who can show me love?
Sitting here in a hue?
Pictured blued;
Sadden, and broken
Hearten-departed
My bitter mouth
Speaks tarts
of...
My body maybe just one physically alone
Yet my spirit speaks to my heart
That God has got me and if He's has me then I am, I am got;
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
And my hope is maybe there will be just one love for me;
All I need is just one love
One love for me
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
Yes, I am alone,
And yet I am held;
By the arms and hand of the Great I AM,
for me Lord;
ls there anyone?
Who can show me love along with you?
Sitting here in a hue?
Pictured blued;
Sadden, and broken
Hearten-departed
My bitter mouth
Speaks tarts
of...
My body maybe just one physically alone
Yet my spirit speaks to my heart
That God has got me and if He's has me then I am, I am got;
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
And my hope is maybe there will be just one love for me;
All I need is just one love
One love for me
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
So until this meeting comes true and after too
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
11/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space !
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken sun,Yes! There are secrets
Between the doors of safety, where you played
with the past, un-knowingly.
It was on the inside of the outside of everyday,
needing ! And wanting to be balanced in scales, of comfort.
While outside the Frog and the Heron, watched on,
as visitors were composted, In a myriad of cackling voices.
The happy shone, it sprinkled the day!
Left me with joy full in my head and heart,
It was, the time, that time, back tracked
the feeling you get in that Sun of short shadows.
Surrounded ! And everything once was !
And stones warm, purpose built, together, talking, and walking back.
It may have been then In 1967, see what memories,
and thought pools we swim in,
between two distant unreachable shores.
Maybe a sandy future palmed and green,
or the rocky crags of endless chores.
Colours seem thin, its stacked and smoked out doors.
A tarry sun accompanies frost, on blued wet feet, tramping moors;
Whiling away the day, she stares into the fire making deals
with ghosts in the flames, I stare at the empty jars,
I care about the red wine still in the glass, and now
time is as fragile as the comb, dripping like a yellow sun ;
But, i know the wham slap of the morning is due !
Like an unwanted letter, or whisper of bad news.
This moment can be split, and spat against a broken future
I need a compass point to be sure of this journey,
a map of shifting clouds, of muddled ideas to gain
a painless transposition along this ragged edged trail.
Tomorrows, tomorrow are numbered, and in short supply.
So upon this bed of chaste dreams you lie,
within this pure love you die,
from this breath of life you bleed,
yet grow again from another seed.
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed attraction to her splendor but did not see
she had a tail, my ardor cooled
as the old tale tells, humans and trolls do not
mix, life is best lived along racial lines
I had to reject her, but by doing so, she released
a flood of tears that released a surge that was sensed
all the way to Florida
VIDEO/AUDIO-MUSIC on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat, click settings and pick the highest level for quality viewing.
AUDIO: Song was written by a Hawaiian queen after her king dies overseas, sung by my cousin
*Tree is a Norfolk Island Pine
Our Last Hawaii Christmas
Our home looked like The Munsters house, above town road
the loft's great hall, tall tree stands near mom's grand
cut fresh from our Norfolk pine lot
distant, in the country --
colorful lights, bells, tinsels, and stuffed animals
through the french doors greet eyes beautifully.
Our curved hilltop driveway, white lights held each palm tree
six bay windows, rainbow-hued variables
the roof and dormers shone brightly
front stone stairs glowed, blued watt --
many had helped dad who meticulously planned
his trials made for a simple workload.
Our Christmas eve, *Lau Lau replaced Christmas ham mode
large gifts in the back of the tree, all fanned
while smallest stacked fronted their spot
freed tracks train chugs clearly --
mom wore reds and whites, played the grand, sung madrigals
it's Nineteen-Sixty-Nine, in Hawaii.
*Lau Lau; a small cut of butterfish added to chopped Hawaiian salted pork, then wrapped in taro leaf, lastly, stem-tied-ti leaf-wrapped and (present-day method) in lieu of ti-leaf, foil paper is used then placed in a steam cooker.
*Twas to be our last Christmas in Hawaii (Big Island),
in ensuing months, we lost our home when our great hall
parlor drapes caught fire, our family then moved to
Bath, Maine as it was heartbreaking for our parents
to bear.
2020 December 28th
A Little Memory - My Invented Form
*2nd Place*
~~Constance La France
ALOHA, to our once trimmed Norfolk Island Pines
*Due to our departure, the pines is now a forest, too tall to sell, now hardly sold publically
A fair and frail lady, still childish in thought
Was in love with a guy she thought was so awesome
So awesome as to be allowed to see her bared heart
So awesome that her eyes sparkled whenever she saw him
The one who would be the ruler of her kingdom
The one who would hold her hand, even when it would not be needed
The one whose eyes would be shining brighter than hers
For he would see only her, as if she was a blinding angel with golden feathers
But then the frail lady came to know that the guy loved her not
The guy rebuked her and broke her esteem, and
Went on his way with the promises of Earth in his hand
The promises that Earth held for him, as pieces of juicy bait
While she remained sunken and torn
While she remained as a widow, engaged in mourn
While she sank in her own dark and gloomy shadows
While she slit her wrists, bringing to her dear ones, inconsolable woes
The guy came to hear what happened and realized how selfish he had been
He even came to see himself as being mean
He tried hard but found out each time that he could not bring her back
He fought so much with himself, till drugs and alcohol became his life's stock
Why, his kin tried so many times to make him smile
His peers, sadly, left him to tread on his own mile
His doctors wanted to see him cured
But it was too late, his rosy life had already been blued
Left with his own conscience
He waged a battle known to himself
He battled with demons and built around his soul, a fence
A fence which none could break, a fence with a happy face, meant to be a bluff
For none could see his sorry plight
None could share his agony
None could ever judge him right
Rather, they would condemn his pride, his aspired gluttony
But then, he could take it no more
One winter's night, when the cold was so sore
He chose to slit his wrist too
There, in the other world, he would see her, this he knew
He would apologize
For he was now one so wise
Why, she would forgive him
She had after all, always loved him!