Out Of The Blue Poems - Poems about Out Of The Blue

the wind blows, caressing my skin, my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it. breathe, once and then twice. the waves crash against the shore, my heart fills with a strange sense of peace. breathe, once and then twice. my feet sink into the warm sand, the air is salty and profound. ...

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cut-out a simple abstract shape surfaces as the Blue nude the image triggering stark sensations drawn patterns pasted pastiche enssemblage modelled in abstraction curved & sevelte so blue so blue nude naked harmony joy & calm in stark shaped intensivity...

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I wasn’t born on the Virgin Islands No books prophesized my coming No shiny stars above the hospital bed Only handmaidens welcomed me in Most likely with awe struck expressions Slap some air into that baby me, please Make me scream, make me cry out loud What have I gotten myself into Mom says tears...

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[Verse 1] I was half a man in a boy’s disguise, Tried to speak truth, but it came out lies. Didn’t know how to break what I couldn’t define— So I blew us up like I’d lost my mind. You were books I hadn’t read yet, Said lines I loved but never met. You danced in the rain, without regret, I stood in...

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We met in a coffee shop off Fifth Avenue In Jersey. You were so magnetic; your eyes shone so brightly. A couple of years passed by; and our paths crossed once more through the entanglement of interwoven destiny. We both ended up in that coffee shop again. I have to ask: Did the blue in your hair fade naturally, or did you lose...

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"A future dawn will break, where nations transcend borders and unite as one". "A symphony of harmony will resonate, as every melody blends into a universal song". "All goddesses will be revered as facets of the Divine, reflecting the radiance of singular, all encompassing spirit". ...

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I no longer trust the vows of marriage For years, Vikings have built mystical Runes. We once soared forth in golden carriages. Now every dawn returns our dreamy tunes. A faery, I remain in vibrant flight. A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos. My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night To realms where big truths and visions arise. Handfasted once beneath the...

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timorous blue moon plays peek a boo in brooding clouds distant thunder claps ...

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Nowadays, people don’t 'get' the real Blues, they have blue-funks. The funks makes a person glare and simmer like a radio-active sunflower. The Blues don’t come at anyone with a rabid face, or any bad juju. Blues songs don’t club at you with a baseball bat, they won’t yell in your ear. If you got the Blues you have a dog and a guitar, even when you don't. If you got the Blues you have a whole range of sad...

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Damp sound of squelching grass beneath my feet ushers bright dew soaked morn on wild green plot of tangled twigs, stalks, leafs where young lambs bleat and blather without rein in frisky trot!...

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That moon by romancing is made, I never know what people do. But its love light has picked your face. That moon by romancing is made, Sets my fingertips to the day — A night that's between me and you That moon by romancing is made. I never know what people do....

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It was a dewfresh morn that I set sail into the aqua sea I was flying over blue crashing waves and met a whale above in the sky birds called out crying !...

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l saw him looking as l was walking by and in those days, l was really shy and my friend said 'did you see that gorgeous guy' and l said no....and asked her why she said he was definitely looking at you l said no, that cant be true for she was the prettiest of us two he said l...

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Cover your mouth and laugh it out. The world blinks, Clink, clink. Every bottle comes with a label. Every child comes with a mother. Every person comes with an identity. Every murderer comes with a motive. They explain, They birth, They express, And they kill. But someday will they become the meal? What if it was reversed? Would they try to become more diverse? Or become mentally...

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I've always been afraid of deep water... So why did I believe it would make me stronger? Maybe I thought its beauty was sublime, But beauty can’t hold you afloat every time. I took a breath and went under, Trusting you through all the wonder. The waves pushed me towards you, A feeling so fresh and new. As I ventured into the deep...

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