Sky Blue Poems - Poems about Sky Blue

When I take flight, will it be by day or night? Will you see me, even if I am right in front of thee? To fly like an angel I would be, loving you and flying very free. I would like to fly, fly into the bright blue sky. I will be there when you cry, I will help to dry your tearful eye. As...

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"Paint with paint or paint with words." By Poet As a small child I loved to paint, finger paints brought my plain paper to life. As a teen my painting moved on, on to painting by numbers. In our first house I painted the many walls. Paints come in many pretty colors, some very bright like the sunlight. Paints can come in pretty...

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Is she trying to be sensuous Or is twirling her hair merely a habit? Larry stared at the woman in the next booth Her alabaster complexion would give movie stars jealousy The twirling continued; and he smiled She looked like one of his younger sisters Another beauty who did not know it Her sky blue eyes looked up and met his, and...

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clouds veil the blue sky we are told it exists but unless we see doubt persists all thoughts cease silence then speaks to us what’s real: silence or thought bemused again as doubts nonplus...

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Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy Fantastic question! Why indeed? Why did The Creator Whether God or Science or a Scientific God Choose blue Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon? Is it because the day seems cheerier The world brighter The people friendlier Due to the color overhead? A Mount Everest of evidence shows Humans are happier Outside Under the blue. So, why...

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Never again will I live To experience sadness ‘cause each time I remember my contributions To the oceans of poetry Across the world My mind’s eye Shows that I have painted God’s sky blue ...

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For a sky to be blue what light might praise, towards the newly dawning greys, for white cloud, embers, a sunset bright, praise to heaven, praise to light, Oh why must a sky keep changing, arranged by painted shapes and form, just as the seasons too do change From hot and...

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A quiet storm made its way Feelings strewn and blown astray Enamored in one another were we In turns a desperation to be free Lost in each other, thus A soft-focused portrait of us Warm is the sea as the sun is swallowed Pleading vacant...

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He often told the story of him raising tulips for wine. He bragged about his collection of stored wines which were labeled"Nectar to the Gods" He came into Samothrace to find friends: people to support his affords: as he wished to build a Cob home before the snows of fall chilled the earth. He offered lodging and meals for those who would help him in his...

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"Deep Sea Sky Blue" the contented life rises and falls bedded the treasure chest is touched briefly inside a shell opens constricted mind of heart swallows the bends, it is found wanting, so releases the fast, changeling embryo soul, le enfant terrible feeling the rips like selkie walls of skin cool and warm currents sucking dark and light kicking out the within, a transparent circle rises still life perpetually repeating on carnate incarnates unstill...

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blue are the skies in the light of the sun brightens clouds of white likes flow 9/3/2022 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Apart from you, I don’t know who would have loose his screw, When all he wished to do Was a new woman woo; Probably fears of getting a boo And now you’re getting a boo For your Soulful Trash-Not True: Claims of her absence feeding your flu And mad resolve to a cud chew Before her completing a love picture you drew. Yes, apart from you Whoever...

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What is this strange place we find ourselves in... Trapped in the open, we are free within It’s a prison of the soul, restricting the feeling That comes from gentle hope moved to healing It’s a jail of hard truths, raining down despair The power of a heart who is living on a prayer It’s a captivity of the spirit who...

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Rain kissed my thoughts with a song Coloring my dreams in laughter and hope Vibrant whispers of joy so kind, light Falling soft across each poem I write Silent prayers, thanking the Creator Praising Him with every sigh, each breath Flowing rivers of inspiration, imagination Insight into the wonders of His grace Serenity coloring hearts in the amazement Of tenderness alive with sincerity, kindness Dreams...

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