Pink fringed lotus,
stunning leaf floater,
suffusing pond surface,
beneath sapphire sky,
in stoic city pond,
charming capture,
casual strollers peep,
as vim skims,
reflection of visages,
luscious liquid stream,
fluid canvas,
water in atmosphere.
or pool intensifies,
navy blue welkin,
august morning shift,
in shade or tint,
hue’d reservoir,
sapphire firmament,
a momentary pause,
for zestful urbanite,
bowl-shape flora,
or vapored vault,
coalescing influence,
bridging distance,
town dynamism,
lush environment,
bosom buddy treaty
“A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!”
Panagiota Romios
Pangie was a sweet yet spicy soul
Amazing poetess with words of gold
Navy blue tears roll down my face
Angel’s never fear in heaven’s place
God bless you sweet and so kind
Indigo truths written speaking mind
Onyx nights looking up at the sky
Tangerine sun set bequests July
Amazing rainbows as you fly high
Roses are red in remembrance tribute
Olive in the drinks we toast to you
Miss your words and unique attitude
I hope like birds you fly away from blues
Onyx times here despite heaven’s gain
Still missing you is a poetic purple pain
I’m here to regain the key
That I've lost some time ago
It’s from the house I can see
But to come I can no more
Always thought it’s in the box
Checked it out recently
I’ve found some keys in luggage locks
But of course no magic key
Guess I'll find it one fine day
Or it could be a fine night
I will not procrastinate
This time I will do it right
It'll drop down on the floor
Out of the navy blue
I shall open your green door
"In you come", I'll hear from you.
If I liked to be poked and was fond of needles
I might entertain the idea of a tattoo
a tiny green dragon wearing a jaunty tam
an orange mushroom house with pink flowers
a 1959 navy blue Cadillac with red leather seats
But I do not like to be poked and I am not fond of needles
Orange ball of fire
slips down sky
Igniting navy blue night
Like a kid sliding down
The sliding board
In slow motion
Stars seem to peek
As if watching me
Casting dreams upon
Silvery steam of their light
Watch them rinse repeat
Wishing upon stars bring peace
Wind seems to hold
Whims hopes goals
Like a kite against clouds
I feel solar energy warm
Yet cool like black breeze
Yesterday’s yellow bellied laugh
Purple psychosomatics of past
Optimistic views of one madd
Despite the pessimism in that
Embracing even chasing rainbows
Could shooting stars be my destiny
Transforming souls of gold
Fading into heaven’s horizon
As a story to be retold rewritten
Reinventing universe of light
So much more than mankind
With fingers crossed seeking to find
Please leave the light on!
I dragged my hair in the mirror in a dark navy blue sea
I sat in front of me-Tantalus ate my heart
Dejavu is always my dreams. When I woke up, I was an amethyst stone
And the broken glass was under me. Snakes were falling into the sky garden
The last trumpet blew on my surface. On the silver-shining skin of an angel
I darkened the sun. I walked on the ship of my skin, the Bosphorus was the daughter of Athena
Hours are simultaneous geometry. A toy dead body is the pain of flesh on my cheek
Please don't turn off the lights!
My 1 year old is passing by the bridge at the end of my bed. His horse Yehuda's trumpet is constantly blowing
A merchant is selling my photograph. I dressed, the paints flowing from the canvas to my soul
Violets are rotting in the formaldehyde solution. The leaves are lynching the last mammoth of the forest
We learned primitiveness. That's why our pain doesn't turn to the dawn
A blurry moment... The mask I'm chasing is bleeding into my plastic body
My angry, mad shadow is swaying. Blurry time...
I'm bent over and swaddling my face. In Euclid's cadaver reflected in the glass...
I'm scared, please leave the light on!
Eyes lit bright as a night firefly’s
So beautiful so tenderly you gaze
Up above watching the starry sky
Cranberry lips parted and amazed
The moon is a glowing sole pearl
Dancing in velvety onyx clouds
Hard to imagine anything in this world
As beautiful as it or you right now
There is a ease how you talk to me
We are threads from the same cloth
Your hair blowing in navy blue breeze
Like your words so fresh and soft
Walk with me on the green grassy sea
Merge into a deep appreciation of peace
I felt a touch of beauty as I mused along memory lane.
It was a soothing lane that was void of
Any shame or pain.
I recalled that we never gave her a name,
Nor rendered to her any recognition of fame.
Faithful as the old gyser in Yellowstone,
She always brought us safely home.
Pleasant thoughts of her are very soothing,
Enamaled and satuated with sweet musings.
A navy blue vehicle always saying, "Yes I can".
She was an old and common little van
But performed like a giant of a man.
She was an answer to prayer, clear and free.
We needed more transportation, so clear to see.
Her engine always started and never faded.
She even took a load of kids more than 150
Miles to a Billy Graham Crusade.
Today, I shall call her, Little Blue Faithful, because
She was God's gift for which I am forever grateful.
What have I forgotten here
If I can’t see you
And it’s obviously clear
You can’t help me to
How on earth were we to meet?
I shall never know
In your navy blue outfit
Once you told me so
Sorry for the late reply
Now it seems I can
Understand the reason why
But you’ve gone again
And it means I have to wait
For another life
I no longer hesitate
That we’ll come alive.
in navy blue dusk
mulberry brushes green grass ~
a scene that's starlit
My grandmother knew
the exact moment I was born.
She was sitting in the passenger seat
of my grandfather’s navy blue Jeep Wrangler.
Speeding down the New Jersey turnpike,
the windows trembled against rushing air.
She closed her eyes and said,
“I just heard my baby granddaughter cry.”
Every time she tells this story,
I imagine my first guttural wail
transcending miles of houses,
trees, and pavement.
I think what a crude force even then
was my unrelenting fear,
its velocity,
its volume,
its stamina.
I miss you so much, my love
It must be cold out there
I mean in the skies above
You must be provided with care
Uniclo tops of navy blue
Sweaters and coats, and warm socks
Must be delivered to you
From the heavenly stocks
You wouldn’t believe how painful
It feels to continue alone
Without a face of your faithful
Without a garden grown
Without you I worth nothing
You must be well received
In your new place that they think
Surpasses the one where you lived.
It is so hard without you
But I must carry on
Like you did, paying dues
Providing on your own
The house, the garden, all accounts
Your diabetes treatment
You had no time to doubt
You worked with full commitment
You purchased at the Uniclo
Their elegant clothes at low price
You were so happy to wore
The beautiful tops of your size
The navy blue was the colour
You preferred the most, my love
I remember you after shower
Always couldn’t get enough
Of looking at you and listen
To the magical voice of you
Now I’m so desperately missing
That belle epoch we went through
Sharing our lives every moment
Singing at night our lullaby
I couldn’t predict this torment
Couldn’t see the stop sign.
How can we understand each other's color,
When we use the same flavored word?
It's impossible to say it any duller,
And through our glasses the meaning is blurred.
To you something bright as the sky,
Will always strike me as navy blue.
With a fire truck we could try,
But to me it is simply maroon.
Something as distinct as a rainbow,
To me, a blurry line of tones.
Something as beaming as the snow,
Might quietly sit with the stones.
All I ask is that you don't judge me,
When my eyes can't shine like the moon.
Believe my words over what you see,
Because color is what drives every tune.
Soulful songs of purple praise
Underneath walls of Tiffany
Navy blue suit and brown face
Dialogue shares with all epiphany
A maze of people seeking God
Yes He is here in psalms in heart
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.