The Blues Poems - Poems about The Blues

we thought we were ready till the unexpected fell upon us such high expectations for fun and adventure plans for get-aways excursions and discoveries the days and weeks go by another summer slips away...

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Bluesy swinging sipper— Sax in fancy suede taps, keys go snippety, ivory sprinkles...

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train whistle blues reflecting my saddest moods there she blows again sounds like she’s lost a friend for what does she lament? her wail sounds heaven-sent Is it a who or a lost love? she sounds fragile as a turtle dove...

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Gotta go to school it's the same old story teach me a lesson would be good for me learning all the rules five days of the week don't fall behind don't think don't speak gotta go to work it's the same sad story get me a job that's sure to bore me working for a wage five days of the week don't...

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I often struggle to make peace with nagging relapses that, like endless tides, come then I need to chase away. Intrusive rekindlings of loss, of wanting to resurrect the past, each time needing to go through the motions of convincing myself it's pointless. Confined, trapped, buckled in, I ride this live rollercoaster that leaves me feeling disillusioned, frustration having a bitter rancid taste. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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The white man stole their land now the red man has the blues the white man sold their families and the black man's still ill-used the white man shot the American buffalo now the red man sings the blues the white man put their people in chains and the black man's grief accrues the white house is to blame the Government just the same the...

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It’s ninety one but feels like more, Like I opened up the Devil’s front door. He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been. The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly, Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly. Even my dog gave me that judgmental look, Like, “Take me out again and you’re...

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There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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It is a dreary day and my feet don’t work I sit alone feeling like a kind of jerk when young I could have run circles around them Now I sit on a bench with an old guy named Jim the energy I used to have is a mystery, long gone saying old age is great is a strange saying,...

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the winter blues has a grip on me, all so tight Its icy tentacles wrap around me and squeezes freezing my fingers and toes with its nasty frostbite staving off the cold is a battle, an endless fight it brings forth an assortment of nasty...

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To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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I hope that the sun melts away And the air gets quietens down Soon I’ll be waiting here For the light to leave my shoulders And the winds to get cooler It’s a shame That things like this become Something to be feared The seasonal swings graze My ear And I’ve only just started summer break But I’m tired of the beating sun Down my back ...

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"Custody Blues in C Minor" (Disaster and Love as a Single Father) One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed, And the echo of her "I’m done with you" Still knocking around in my head. She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full...

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His life without a song He’s got it all wrong Can’t even sing the blues if he can’t tie his shoes ...

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She poo-pooed her constituent quickly with, “Well, we all are going to die” like a queen talking down to the peasants from her castle way up in the sky She expressed no concern for the voter or her plight should she lose Medicaid with an arrogant wave she dismissed her and revealed that they all had been played So the people who...

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