Short Cyan Poems
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Silver, cyan eyes
Had to live through all the lies.
Witnessed mother's cries
For one they now realize
Died feeling he's not as prized.
Bedazzling sight
Geese command the cyan sky
My eyes starving among such plenty
So free are they in the air
Flying in a V-shaped configuration
Date written and posted: 02/06/2019
This is were it began
My room now cyan
We painted it together
And thought it was forever
We were wrong
It was bound to end all along
But I'm still young and have much to gain
So give me all you got sun or rain.
Little stars within the pane
Catch the light in sweet remain
Dance upon the weathered face
Cyan gems of sunlit grace
Deeper sparks of moonlit fount
Echoed in the same amount
Catch the eyes when so aligned
For the seeking eye to find
My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?
The summer specter like wild parrots squawked,
in piercing jade abandon did it fly.
Through rampant trees of emerald we stalked
the sun's medallion in a cyan sky.
Original Poem: Naive Autumn, posted 10/4/17
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Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Sky of cyan blue
Meeting with the cobalt grey
Of the ocean depths
Waves never lacking in strength
Lapping alongside of the boat
A peace and calming
Over the airy stillness
Is the real brilliance
Delightfulness in the sky
Measures equal in the sea
Russell Sivey
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Light flies across the cyan aerial
clouds form divine art
sunshine heals every wound
love rains everywhere from above
Wherever it rains,
cities prosper and flourish
flowers become robust
diseases are cured
and all that's lost is restored
All miracles occur
when energy is put
into believing them
Home Depot does not sell azure paint.
No. They do have Morning Sky,
Tropical Lagoon, Morning Breeze,
Ocean Cruise, Cozumel, Empress Teal,
Almost Aqua, and Navy. But no azure.
No cyan, either. No plain ol' blue.
I will take my verdant money elsewhere.
Home Depot should be more poet friendly.
r ~ 4/29/14
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Cyan orb gyrates
Lord's wondrous puissant hands sculpt -
" BALL OF LIFE AND DEATH "
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*-* " PLAY BALL " contest entry
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All it took was that soft caress
your breath on my neck.
I was taken
shook to my core.
Like the sun in the cyan sky
my skin was kissed with fire.
The rapture was impenetrable.
Temporary, I thought.
Many moons have passed
And still,
I long for your graze
Rouse my flesh with your buss.
- Caroline Youngless
05/06/2021
Iridescent sprinklers
hiss to life;
a flock of birds erupts
in origami tempest.
Serrulated wings shimmer,
rising from the grass
in tawny ribbons
of serpentine rippling.
A gust of smoke,
they waft in liberation
of fickle breezes
as a school of fish
in saffron-draped ocean
undulates
with fickle currents,
then disappear an illusion
into cyan sky.
America keeps
disintegrating;
GOP Party,
the hope I see in
the cyan blue skies,
now eroding
before my eyes.
Covid-19
wreaking havoc.
Injustice,
Racism
on the rise.
Will it
ever...
stop?
Date written: 05/29/2020
A cyan globe
rolling in the black sky.
I was visualizing
an earthset
on the horizon.
Lianas
threw a noose
around my neck.
Did I
start the fires?
My dissent
was of any relevance?
Who was standing
on the moon?
Self-centered was your vision
I was trying
to turn the tide.
So much bragging
could not go well with me.
The tongue had the burnt taste.
SATISH VERMA
You' re the cyan wings of my heart,
Flapping joyously under the lavender zenith,
Longing to listen to my heartbeat and taste my warm joy.
In your arms, you cradle me,
Good and bad times, alike...
A hammock in my life, humming love lullabies at night.
You're the only rose without thorns,
Whispering your kind words to me;
You, a beautiful feather, landing, gently, upon my palm.
Sunlight's golden threads were woven
among cyan silk waves of a quiet sea.
A lovely tapestry interlaced with pastels
at twilight as soft shimmering shades
mingled their colors to fascinate me.
Tangerine cheeks of a dusky sky
blushed in peach when the sun winked
at the rising moon's glowing beauty.
It was quite a flirtatious scene, I think,
when observed with a romantic eye.
They gave me an ocean.
Miles long and centuries wide,
Cerulean, cyan, sapphire and sky,
With a coldness so bitter,
And a sound so sweet
They gave me an ocean.
With fresh tears in the salt,
And a dance on the waves,
Glass messages adrift,
They gave me an ocean,
But I wrote the vessel,
To the edge of a void,
Seeking new beginnings,
They gave me an ocean,
I sail a rowing boat.
azure atmosphere
tickles tickets of our tanzanite time
we move as midnight masks to oasis ocean
as our dewy lungs
parallel sighting cyan sea and sky
our cultures colored skin sand
blend as rrue trinity of ebullience existence
all interwoven with iridescent turquoise inks
painting peacock plays upon our personalities
for we share aquamarine auras every darling day
January 5th 2019
The copse of aspens quake.
Horses graze and cows laze
as languid summer splays
emeralds in its wake,
low fields to overtake
the prospect's cyan glaze.
Immutable the sun
in lambent saffron drape
above the lucid scape
contemplates the glisten,
auscultates the paean,
the whispering of crepe
as runes the leaves impart
to dulcify the heart.*
*Hexsonnetta is a form invented by Andrea Dietrich
1/7/18
White clouds floating on cyan sea,
A shadow dances beneath golden crown
treading on this painted ground
Picking shells that match her eyes
Green floral adorning blue sky
Red lipped flowers kissing the wind
A musky fragrance of love ignites
thumping hearts in silence pry
now the crescent moon tip toes
Sprinkles silver on sleepy tides
But beneath the dark sheet lies
two wild hearts on an island of fantasy
I sit in the eye
adjacent to aqua and bolts
the heaven of thunder bellows
inhibiting all rainbows
from materializing
like it's 1929
but not anymore
my soul's voice combats against the gray
with all of its vermillion fire
the embers only vaster
emotions peak
causing a supernova
slaughtering the hurricane
now surroundings are green and cyan
a dreamland that appears phantasmic
the coast is finally clear
to create a new realm
Sultry scents saturate spring's splendid scene,
forsythia mists, flavored freshness careen.
Lover's lilac blooms boom youthful as green.
Lattice lace drapery veils Anne the Queen.
Hyacinth's honey sweetness sifts so serene.
Sky's cyan ceiling is swept and polished clean.
Wire fence winding ivy privacy screen
opens to garden secrets once unseen.
Expansive as a planted magic bean,
grandiose garden greenery grows to glean.
3-18-2021
Azure sea serene,
reflection of cyan sky.
In shadow of cotton clouds
the lone sailor drifts
away from his anchorage,
essence of life left on shore.
South wind on the sail
blows through abode abandoned.
Curtain of soul soars like cloud,
mind’s pages turn birds.
Life will sail past horizon
to unknown shore, to new home.
July 9, 2019
Chosen image : #2
Syllable count : 5/7/7/5/7/7
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Though tenuous the winds impinge
on late October's brittle fringe,
bereft of August's saffron glow
when brilliant sky did ardent flow
formidable in cyan tinge,
immutable will frost astringe
hot tangerine of summer singe;
no haven for the zeal to go.
Demurely comes first winter's twinge
as last of maple leaves unhinge.
Soon falcons after doves will go
'cross interludes of vestal snow,
while eaves sketch icicles' syringe.
10/23/17