Out Of The Blue(P) Poems - Poems about Out Of The Blue(P)

When you have stared too long at that lifeless screen, take a hint from the bird song - abandon the machine. See me through your window, so serene. And if you feel alone gazing at the skies, soften up your hard heart of stone - her soul's window might surprise when you see me in her loving eyes....

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Baby blue, my heart's with you; in the bayou, in the bayou. Gray clouds sailed, right on through; now I'm back with you, back with you. All my black moods, turned blue; all because of you, because of you. I sing the blues, all back in tune; with something new, something new. Those blues they aren't so, bluesy blue;...

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The blue spots after the rain, in-between storms, a remainder of our nonchalant spring before the storms bring knuckle-biting angst & cries. ...

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When roses are red and violets are blue, each is a lovely, sentimental hue. But the color of blood is also red, and now my love, as you're gone and dead, the color of velvet is tinged dark-blue, and I still cry through my tears for you....

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Tie me like Ulysses, I don’t want run to death hearing those songs! Bind me Lord! But you keep on singing! The sins are not yours for the shores I crave or the eyes I seek or the thrills of my restless soul! I beg you to keep on singing. ...

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Monday's are always blue Tuesdays proved to be so too never can find a way to make it safely through Wednesday's they came and went now all the money's spent yet wouldn't you know it never even made a dent Thursdays became a bust and Fridays I just can't trust they always let me down leave me in the dust Saturdays are shadow play what more can I...

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I thought I had finally found my bride Gorgeous figure, long blonde hair and blue-eyed Her looks, mesmerizing Her voice, tantalizing ...

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You cannot make work everything as per your plans As there is already a roadmap You cannot fix all the misunderstandings As there is already a home built for trust issues Don't put efforts to make undesired connections As connections are not for long lasting Follow mindfulness As karma is real which hits in its way Make a habit...

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Encompassing a broad range of technologies machines to perform what would usually be the tasks and chores for humans concepts that form the foundations that enable assignments and and tasks to be performed concepts form the very being of artificial intelligence and it's various employment of specific usage it's premise was to be used as an understudy to help the thespians study there roles Prompt desks...

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I live my life through colours prime through colours, colours, colours prime. Can change their shades at any time can change them as I age. Beginning with the whitest page the whitest, whitest, whitest page. My youth was with me at this stage my youth with colours bright. The mix back then was blended right was blended, blended, blended right. These shades remained within my...

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Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea Her lavender blooms fill the earth with pardon she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow...

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Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation For intimacy and hope Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes As compatriots to the morning Air With guitar strums and high notes Truth be told Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird And not particularly Pretty Brown and gray as a mound of dirt Chirpy jerky punk band And they have no problem with crowding out From...

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My nail polish matches turquoise streak on the menthol cigarette. My mood matches the greenish mint blue color of my cuticles. My day going by as long as nail polish had to dry....

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BLUE MOUSE GROUP ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The blue mouse group wrote through the night, with their tiny nibs and ink, what a sight! They scribbled and scrawled, 'Til on the stairs they sprawled, They collapsed, what a comical fright! ...

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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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