Short Blue Air Poems

Short Blue Air Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blue Air by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blue Air by length and keyword.


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showery blue air
A big, menacing house flaps
old chicken shadow

covers landscape dawn
rooster stocks crowing out loud
cock-a-doodle-doo

6/7/19
Form: Haiku


Autumn

Auburn interspersed with deep dark green
Under skies of China blue, air chilled
Transience now defining feature seen
Unset mellow summer cast distilled
Masks impending season, lulls the mind
Nulling coming darkness, close confined

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Form: Acrostic

A Long Night

Without words, I wanted 
to write a poem. Would you 
read it from the moist eyes ?

          *

It was a strange thing. 
Finding the darkness of whitemoon 
in blue air.

          *

The wolf was there 
in the house, to 
molest the moonlight.



Satish Verma
Form: ABC

Blue Leilani

lush blue syringes
filled with caked on pus
she is not a mannequin
nor a living doll
nor dead space ajar.
She likes to stare
at the backs of her hands
as if at any moment
they would mutate into dust.
She can still feel
their presence
as she reaches out for air
one cup of blue air.
An empty yearning,
an empty gesture,
withheld alone.

A Breath of Fresh

Suddenly I’ve walked out, into the air…
All bluely about, what am I supposed to do? 
Dance! Dance! 
Under the willow tree. 
Blue air, fresh air, come in….  
I welcome your necessity.
Around me. 
In me. Through me. 
Out. 
Invisibly intimate.  
Between all and all between, hold me tightly with your weaving winds.  
I never knew I lost you, until I found you.  
Your thankless endeavors…..existence. 
Such is your glory.


Blue Sorrow

Blue air
on the streets and in your hair
seeping into blood still traveling
oxygen lit and sweet
Blue tears
on your palms and past your years
wept on a whim from things you've seen
slipped into cornea vaults
Blue words
on your lips and wings of birds
attached with wire as they waited
to fly your sorrow hence.
Blue day
still on the books until flown away
to the land where sadness inherently dies
and memory markers remain.

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