The Blues Poems - Poems about The Blues

The blues affair I met her where the light was weakening an enduring twilight had settled on what was re-lived in the memory of summer moving out of the convention, tired leaves in the soft breeze on its final breath. We spoke of the past but not of the now the present didn’t matter. I saw her as a disappearing holograph dying in...

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Blues music, a genre that expresses emotive lyrics, reflecting love and joys or struggles, sorrow and hurt of everyday life, as well as frailty and vulnerability or resilience to bounce back and move on. In blues music the common instruments are guitars and vocals and blue or bent notes are featured creating a distinct melancholic and somber tone that some think, sing or listen to the blues when they are...

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When certain people poison the words diversity, equity and inclusion and I see all the progress this country is about to loose… is it any wonder why, for a while now, I have had the blues. But when I think about it…it’s appropriate I have attached the color blue to me… because blue is the epitome, the embodiment…the essence...

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Smile Exercises for the blues Smile, even when your heart feels blue Smile, even a straight one will do Smile, even when the ground is shaking Smile, even when your heart is breaking Smile, widely, smile broadly, chase the greys away Smile, in the sun, or in the wind, or even on rainy days Smile, when you feel like shouting Smile, when...

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Lady Sings the Blues She oftentimes reminisces And laments humming songs about her past. Lady Sings the Blues Her verbal abuse on occasion hits harder than the waves in the ocean. Lady Sings the Blues She walks 3 steps forward only to be pushed 7 steps backward, at least, it seems. Lady Sings the Blues. She refuses...

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The blues you squeeze into your song. Without the grays, you don’t belong. The saxophone tonguing your grief; Downward, the tears’ a scathing relief. Turquoise battling the heavy waves. The flautist, grave, somberly braves The crashing shore of lighthouse lore. Sudden widows - the sea keeps score. The notes of navy grooves and plays The composite of the ships ablaze. Without the grays you don’t...

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I have a cure when I feel blue. When I am home and it is late, there’s something first that I must do. It sure is easy, fast, and great. When I am home and it is late, I settle down to watch TV, which is a lot of fun for me. There’s something first that I must do. I grab a pan;...

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When I think of the blues music, I’m picturing a man singing while playing his guitar and a liquor bottle nearby to drink. Heartache and sadness cross my mind, when I think of the blues music for striking melancholy tone with lyrics that express sorrow. As if etching a broken heart, making me sigh and misty eyed. When I think of the blues music, must...

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The Blues © Blues moaning and sad Wail out over the bayou a song of heartbreak ...

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I'm just sitting here by the shore just singing the blues in my old shoes Lord I'm just sitting here by that shore just singing blues in my old shoes I'm just sitting here by the bay watching that old alligator creep away why I'm just sitting here singing the blues taking in the sun and getting used...

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Jazzy Frog sang the blues better than other ones in the bog I wish I had that kind of voice said a bellowing bull frog. All you need is love for a beat, and an ear for razz-a-ma-taz Said the musical frog, whose friends all called him Mr. Jazz...

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"I've always been a big fan of taking old songs and completely turning them on their head." Joe Bonamassa If you're together and feeling fine Don't find me, just let me be All your happiness deserves to stay So I'll play the blues for me Don't be afraid, keep on your track You've got new friends now I see All your happiness...

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blue all shades shadow dance from light through dark night...

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In the dim-lit hall where the soulful chords weep, A siren graces the stage, secrets to keep, A silhouette in moonlight's tender glow, A sexy blues singer, the crowd's hearts bestow Her voice, a velvet caress of midnight breeze, Kindling embers of passion, as she pleases, A serenade of honeyed, smoky delight, Igniting a flame in the...

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They call themselves the Blues Brothers This does not sound bad said GeeWilliger’s mothers He had two, a regular one and a step. They liked the idea of two dogs with pep. The Blues Brothers came in wearing shades and strumming. One began on the bongos, it was rather loud drumming. “hit it!” yelled one, and they began a wild boogie...

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