Short Blueness Poems
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Written by Gail DeBole
on October 12, 2017
Untrimmed puffiness,
Whiteness blends with blueness -
Mother Nature's glory.
Lost in the blueness of thy pupils
Frozen where i stand mumbling that`s all said
Then your not meant for me touch moved my soul.
Geese, electrified, dances smoothly.
Yellow wings serenade elegies
amongst the endless sky.
Sorrow washes stained
blueness satisfaction near rain
Shattering grayness sighs
Form:
Solemn blueness and the yellow of buttercups,
blended in proper proportions,
sifted through the geometry of the soul,
acted upon by the magic mechanics of alchemy,
yield the fragrance of eternity.
gloom drags me into the blueness of
boredom since you've been gone
and i don't see how i'll ever snap out of it
POTD October 13, 2022
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on October 11, 2022
Night.......
scarlett lips blurring,
my phantom fades.
lucid eyelids
fluttering,
suffusing,
suspending,
breaking blueness
unfolds your shape,
drawing your soft image
upon
my
loving
mind.
the warmth of a sunset, the softness of a cloud
the blueness of the sky, the birds singing loud
the green spiky grass, the grey moonlight
the shine from the stars, the darkness of the night
the sound of music , the ice blue sea
the happiness of love, little old me
who? who is there?
oh; a lovelorn lover!
love-philter is in dry summer
cloudy girl lives behind the blueness,
across the curtain of sky
solitude life is passing
sun is scorching the thirsty drone!
who? who is there?
oh; a lovelorn love!
-December 24, 2018 Chattogram
I'm going to sea in a blueberry boat
paddling far past fakers and breakers
where I'm told there's happiness and hope
more givers and doers not dreamers and takers.
I'll sing salty songs with sharks and gulls,
until they nibble away my blueberry hull
and gift this soul unto the deep blueness-
The whole sky was white
No blueness was shown
There was no sunshine
A chill in the air
It was very cold
Then the snowflakes fell
Lightly coating the ground
Only to repeat
Coating the ground white
mother nature tease
She can not decide
Whether it is spring
for thew month of March
Or is it winter
The deep blue calm ocean
oh how I admire you
how you're timid and peaceful
until you become a mighty wave.
When I'm on the beach
I feel the mighty wave
it feels like it's calling me
calling me to stay forever.
The blueness of the water
even though it's filthy
it's pure to me
when it's not windy in the city.
Form:
How can I penetrate into the blueness of skies
Lurking there behind your eyes
Touch the cherry full lips
Tickle the most lusting ripen nipples
Ignite your mature bosom
And hug you so tight
Where your soul melts in mine
And our entwined bodies
Burn on delicious smouldering fire
And drip drop
Into eternal vanishing.
Look upon now
Hold the carmine sky
with your small hands
Feel the cloud’s slow moves
See the boat on the blueness
that bearing hope to you
The roses bloom
Wind that tickling your body
is the scream
of the pale city
Your skin burned
with winter's cold,
your soul fell
with spring's words
feed your earth that
falling with yellow leaf
The anti- social one is around and done
There is no fun for this one as the pain drains
This one is insane and has a wild brain
Hear the rain and thunder on the window pane
The new day brings a crane to dig out and away
Today is a day,bright & sunny,to stay
To heal & deal blueness so,at bay
There is the faith that joy won't faint and wither
These are the bluest leaves
I've ever seen
They blush blue What a hue
That is a most magnificent
Rainbow it's blue too
My goodness isn't that an
Eclipse oh boy a joyous toy
The moon is blue also and
Those roses, all of them are
Blue as well
All the earth is blue when
In view from outerspace in
A nut shell which is
Blue for a spell
I've never been to the sea
Today
I stand on a beach barefoot
Looking at the sea
Calm and vast
I remember gentle winds
Of my homeland
Licking trembling raindrops
On lotus leaves
I walk up to sea's edge
A little afraid of its blueness
I kneel down and
Dip my tongue in it
It tastes like the sweat-drops
Between your breasts
A wasted journey
Form:
The most skillful of painters
couldn't capture your total beauty.
He would be unable to represent
the blueness of your eyes,
the velvety softness of your lips,
the curve of your lovely hips,
your sensuality,
your immense sense of humor,
your capacity for love.
As hard as I strive
I am unable to put them to word
and I have lived and felt them all.
BEFORE SPRING COMES
This valley’s empty blueness
Is filling now with clear sunlight.
Snow clumps tumble from branches
Into man-deep drifts soft bright -
Warmth-rounded, but still chilled.
Big snowshoe-footprints harden
Into pools of blue shadow -
Setting off from a house and garden,
Half-hidden, marked only by the low
Recent prints half-filled.
They have soulful blueness, blessed
With a likewise heart and when he
Hugs me, I feel his love go through me.
I sometimes see soulful eyes in men.
Some in women. My brother's browns
Also had a certain seeing into me.
I look at Gary's pictures and his
Eyes look right through to my soul.
There are a century old. The gold
Will be waiting in the Revelation.
YOU ARE WHAT YOU KEEP
Let it go. The blackness
the blueness the redness
construe less. Drop things
too heavy to lift. Clear
dark bureaus untidy
bits
Starving
dreams deplete sleep. Let
worldlings murmur their
blurb. Lightning quirks on
high alert. In this great
Texan delicatessen
you are what
you keep
© Kim van Breda—17 November 2015
Whiteness has spread outward
There is no blueness seen
No sunshine seen today
It is a, dull, dull dull, day
With the air feeling cold
Suddenly some whiteness moves
A patch of blue showing through
Reminds me of the snow spread
With a patch of water showing
The sky is never the same
It always changes its shapes
With all the clouds up there
To form something new
I've started being able to recall your face
Which isn't always the case with me.
I've been known to fail to recognise
Someone I've chatted to for hours!
But my fingers feel again the texture of your skin
Your eyes startle me with sudden blueness
And the straight-lined mouth unfolds
To make me also smile.
Your head inclines; does it really
Mean that I have touched you?
In stubbles of your kisses
I search for red plums
I heard your hair's
Rumblings in clouds and
Your silence broke a pine-bough
Last night
This morning a panting bud
Sighs for a hopeful bloom and
Spring waits for your scent
In a drop of your memory
I look for sea's blueness
In echoes of your laughter
I hear your eyes singing
And in splinters of your moans
I stumble on your promises
Winter’s storm
A muffled silence awakens me
The bright blueness of the room is the first clue
I gaze through frost -etched windows
To learn that the fury of the night storm
Has left delicately balanced ridges of light snow
In forked trees and across wires.
There’s a moment of uplifting
Even with the knowledge
That day’s sun will undo
What night’s storm created.
Snowflakes twirl from above
like soft feathers floating down
gently they touch the cheek
white translucent particles
melt as it contacts warm skin
pristine crystals upon eyelashes
cold penetrates
frayed by undying winds
frost bite begins to sting
salt forms in the eyes
blueness upon the lips
cold faintly creeps in.
elements awakened
soft white blanket
over the earthly shell
15/01/17