Blue
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The sun, a splinter,
Breathed the light,
Touching the eye
(Blue).
... Shows dew as it is,
Roses are black,
Violets are blue,
Like the hue of my skin
Since I got stuck on you.
Your soul is still black,
My heart is still blue,
But I got away,
I hope they do too.
Blue is the colour of my life.
I say this not because I'm always sad, but because blue is a rollercoaster.
You see blue is the magnificent moonlit sky,
luminous limitless and filled with possibilities.
Narrow hallways in morning
Where the sun wont come through
I laid cramped on the floor through the night, painted blue
Early sky with no warmth
Like a push, but not forth
Dragged behind my shortcomings
When sleep eludes me,
What can I do?
When wounds won't bleed,
And those truths which I thought I knew,
About myself, are no longer me;
How does this crow fly in a sky which is no longer blue?
you are blue like the walls of my room --
soft, yet vibrant.
sturdy and protective.
you are all-encompassing,
my safe space when i have nowhere else to turn.
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
It’s ok to be green or red or blue
It’s ok to be happy or even sad too
It’s ok to be anything that you want to
But most of all it’s ok to be you
Blue is one of those that colors that is really funny,
It can be used to describe that feeling when you are sad and lonely,
or it can be used to describe the blue sky when the day is sunny.
Nestled alongside my roost of books and blankets
I wonder where you have gone to
To the south perhaps? But it's already mid March and snow still continues to fall
Our goodbye
A sad view
We never knew
Three years of blue
You held my heart too close to yours
What's left of me?
Can I love?
I met a boy a late summer dayHe looked at me and refused to satWhat made him so unhappyHe's a blue boyCall him defensiveBut blue boy don't run from meThe help I give is for free
The sky, The sky
How true, How blue
All day bright,
With cuts long and white
But all night dark,
With beautiful points of light
Who is that man?
Hot damn!
He was the man who let the dogs out
I found him in a treehouse
Get out of that tree house!
Now he walks with million dollar pants
Bring forth the second coming!
I saw her on a sunny day
Her hair bright and flowing
Her dress a pale shade of blue
Her smile set my world aglow
On the bluest of days
When I look in her deep blue eyes
I can feel her warmth
Dear Texas,
You warm my heart,
From you,
I found my start.
I love to see that red, white, and blue.
Blue sky paradise.
It's 2 in the morning.
The sun is gone,
but not for long.
I had to say it twice -
that I didn't know
how it had been going
since you'd been gone.
Dear Mr. Blue Eyes,
The vulnerability that you bring out in me is unheard of
but it is a feeling I am slowly learning to love.
There’s no way you don’t see the effect you have on me
Dear Lover,
I am a lie.
I did not mean to be something that I internally despise
But I, I can't help it.
You believe that we are as we are born and assigned to either blue or pink.
I was either
too young or too naive
too selfish or too needy,
But your love was the thing I needed.
Never had I loved
someone’s eyes,
Dear Blue,
The look in her eyes shows the pain
The smile she puts up is just a phase
She has been living in such a daze.
Plays pretend with reality
On this day I wore red
A color so beautiful and bold
I did it to be ahead
And hopefully it will have him sold
He, however, wore blue
I planted the seeds in the darkest of dirt,
Before the violets and wooden heap.
That day my plant did not grow.
Seas vanishing
Waves crashing
Eyes fleeting
Tears dropping
Hands clenching
Throat tightening
Voice rising
My hands are coated in
CHARCOAL
The burn I got from
baking with my best friend is
RED
All that I can see is the image
of WHITE created from
the smashing and crashing of
endless BLUE.
Her face as red as her name
As she screamed
YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HER!?
His blue eyes looked into hers
Baby, Baby no she is just green with envy of us
and our perfect purple baby
Glance up
meet your eyes
a sea of blue I wish
to dive into
Open your mouth
speaking to me
your voice is a song
I wish to hear
Your laugh-
not graceful
Cheerful crow’s feet by your eyes
Those turquoise orbs melt me
In the sunlight, I see the stars
You lift me
Your perfectly straight teeth
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
The colour of her dress as I dipped her on the dance floor that night
The colour of the sky as we strolled around town, aimlessly
The colour of the water as we splashed in the sea
After you
I see the color blue
so differently
It's a calm ocean,
a startling tide
Swaying gently
I can't be here
with you. Can't
be here without
1. Blue was probably the happiest girl I knew in my lifetime…
2. Blue children never make orange love.
3. Blue is the color of her: sadness, tears, and spell book.
4. Blue smells like a Wednesday.
When the pencil shade is lighter
an the sun glares brighter
I find myself struggling with prose
yet the world turns cold
and soon my verses will grow old
I must always have my blue rose
I can see it when I close my eyes: the vast expanse of dimension rich hue. Some parts, dark as night, thick and meant to show that there is beauty in sorrow. Others, bright as day, thin and born to reveal, to uplift, to shine, to glow.
I saw you todayAnd my heart flipped out of my chestLater that night I couldn't rest.Months after getting over youThere I was back in your graspAnd now I reminisce about our past.
I cried tears of color
I cried tears of blue
I cried tears of red;
and the color ran through
I cried tears of color
each a different hue
I cried tears of dread
as my mind thought of you.
Bounded by Red, White, and Blue shackles
We stand one Nation, under God
In the unemployment line.
Thirteen Red stripes
born in tchaikovsky's sixthsymphony the finale beginsquietly tapers into melodymeandering sweetly cafardswelling weaving between
Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
Red
She wore blue on her wedding day.
Blue as the sky
she looked up at when she
couldn’t believe her luck when they met.
Blue as his eyes
The parallels of wooden window frames
Race up the sides of luminescent figures
While the blinds sway microscopically in a
Nonexistent breeze.
Not a breath blowing
The pair
Posed like dolls,
I was made in America.
My grandfather is a veteran.
My father black.
My mother white.
I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters.
I was packaged,
Everyone preaches the great Red, White, and Blue.
We've been raised to.
But why do we praise Red, White, and Blue?
Why is it something we so mindlessly do?
Hands over our hearts, we pledge to one nation,
Red is for the blood
Red for all those who’ve bled for freedom
White is for nothing
Nothing that anybody has done to ensure the freedom of all
You bring me blue roses,
at the end of every day.
And that blue smile you carry,
will never fade away.
Always showering me with,
blue hugs and blue kisses.
But when we depart,
Roses are red ,
Violets are blue
If you were my girlfriend then I'll do anything to stay with you.
The American Dream
By Ryan G. and Joseph G.
The nation I reside in holds a dream
To live a life of wealth and to prosper
Why dost thy beauty grace this barren earth?
Sagacious saint, silently solemn, blue
Cursing the breezes and lacking due mirth
look at the sea
look at the glimmering hope i saw there
it was called Blue
look at the tears
they left a mark so deep you could fall into it.
it was called Blue
look at my pen,
You keep your head down,from having no friends.Or that's what other people tell you.Since everything you touch turns black and grey,No one ever confronts you. But there's still hope,One day you will find someone that cannever turn on you.Like the
When the day turns blue
I turn on the music
Garth Brooks echos off the walls,
"Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"
With every note that lifts from the speakers
For the most part, I am okay.
But there are times when I feel blue and grey.
Instead of feeling lively and fun, I feel dull and there is no sun.
And when I'm feeling small or down,
"The sun was an angry little pinhead."
If the body is a temple, mine has been
sacked.
The sky's cruel torch forgot me
on its way across the sky.
I'm almost lost
No longer can I see
The road ahead of me
Back tracking, Slipping back into
Who I used to be
Wondering, Aimlessly
Uncertainty it swallows me
Engulfs me, surrounds me
Maybe I'm delusionalOr maybe I'm just making things upA carefully executed work of fiction A truth with a twist Or maybe a straight up lie Maybe my perception Is just different
I really thought that if I went to your ball,
We wouldn’t speak,
But the sight of you would make me weak,
And surely I’d fall.
Because you,
Earth is big
And blue
Reaching around for miles and miles in as an oblate spheroid
Tilted on an ever turning axis
Hanging in the fabric of the cosmos like bulb on a tree
You said I am like that feeling you get from letting go of a balloon,
and watching it drift until it’s color vanishes.
At first, it crushed me that you compared me
It's 8:04 AM on a Sunday,
and I'm waking up to Lou Reed and the smell of eggs and toast
I say, "Give me a kiss"
It's quick and short like the sting of a bee
At 11:39 we don't want to move,
To a Lavender named Lucy
Oh my pretty, fresh, young yet lovely and precious
Lavender
I have no creativity as thee
To write in papers of colour
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
A stone so blueA Sapphire or soA doubt a soFor she, lovedThe colour of lavenderYet as oneWas she, also to be
Berries andSky andFaded jeans andOceans andChina teacups andForget-me-nots.Morpho butterflies in the pit of myStomach andHis eyes andMyHeart.
I have everything.
I own nothing.
In the reality of the world,
this is my only truth,
this is the only thing I know
to be true.
Everything is available to me.
There are no limits.
You're my friend and lover
My love for you won't fade
I just wanted you to know
You will always be in my heart
You turned into my love
As our love grows
With our needs and desires
Blue Betty,
can you hear me?
Twinkling Jingles,
are sinking in the sea.
Blue Betty,
can you feel me?
Lost in Atlantis
Osiris tell me how could this be?
Broken Neptune,
I have always loved the ocean. Blue, vast, and inviting, just like your eyes. My eyes are the color of the deep, green land. The land always grows with beautiful, exciting colors of comfortable change.
Blue is a stillness with which you are familiar. Blue is the cold wind, quietly reminding you of the weather. Blue is the sound of the snow falling all around you so quiet that you could easily forget it yet so loud you want to keep listening.
Roses are red
violets are blue
this poem isn't original
it's not intended too
Violets are blue
roses are red
keep reading on
but only in your head
roses are red
I am like a purple iris
Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers.
Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground,
I sway slightly in the breeze,
always searching for the sun.
Little blue eyes, looking up at me
You gaze and I wonder what you'll be
You're hand wrapped around my finger tight
I promise to hold you through the darkest nights
Little blue eyes, so full of dreams
I've painted the walls of my mind Blue and Grey.The colors of your eyes will never fade away.I'd rather be in your arms than anywhere else in the world.There are no words for what i'm feeling.
Not everyone understands the little blue feather,
the amount of hope that feather can bring,
it is more than just an accesory tucked in a hat,
that little blue feather represents hope,
I dont know about you
but I wake up flawless everyday
No doubt in my mind
I'm beautiful in everyway
blue blue
blue blue blue
what a sad little hue
what to do when you are blue
blue blue
maybe change your point of view
the pieces fit when your in tune
but im still
so
blue
When Blue Reflects Upon Waves
I’m staring, always staring, forever staring,
No focus in sight, yet a bright future yields token,
Novel, arguably plausible possibilities.
You are an ocean of mystery: inexplainable, inexplicit, infinite
I read somewhere that 95% of the ocean is unexplored
There once was a little girl with big blue eyes,
Who dreamed of diamonds in the skies,
All she knew was happiness and love,
once you asked me what i was doing, so i told you i was killing.
you told me killing was bad, so i swore to never take your heart
and rip it into different halves.
Waves of blue I always see
The scene is cold and lonely here
Why can't you see the good in me
I cry out to you in sweet misery
You never listen, you just see right through
SCREEAM!!!!!
Louder! And Louder! And Louder!
Short bursts. Or long, tedious draws that leave you breathless....
Scream until your heart implodes-your heart explodes and you just feel
Behind these blue eyes are much more than you know
Smiling, twinkling, and glowing is not always what they show
I've got you in my bare hands.
Yet it's as if I am at your command.
It's no wonder you have a reputation for being so witty.
You know my secrets and at times they're for you to keep.
At times,
hands cannot express
more than the heart.
However,
at others,
the hands become merely
tools of passion used on a lover.
The hands are oft accompanied
by other tools
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS
With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights,
From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds,
He said blue days are here
and all I can think of is blue eyes tracing blue lines with heads tilting backwards to kiss blue boys
He dosn't like the rain as much as me, doesn't see the symmetry
Merging onto streets.
We flood as an aid to those in need.
We see the pain, cries, and pleas.
Freedom is so everlasting.
It’s never nice, especially on a good
day, Where it loves and would,
Tell of your secrets as if you were,
Playing a game of taboo.
It loves tricks, no treats
My imagination glows
A pulsing radiance
Tempting the average soul
Like flies to a light
It burns bright in me
A candle of creativity
So vibrant, so strong
Little girl, dressed in white
Sleeping in her room so tight
Unaware of what is wrong
As the world moves forward on
Until one day, a dorr gaped wide
Where walls before had stood with pride.
Boarded up in my house
Doors locked
Curtains pulled
Trying to keep safe
They’re coming
There’s only a few of us left
That hasn’t been sucked in
By the blue logo
Hypnotizing us
As a writer, it's incredibly frustrating to be colorblind.
"Sapphire.
Ultramarine.
Phthalo.
Robin's egg.
Teal, turquoise,
indigo, cobalt, cerulean."
Blue reminds me of when I didn't know you, Of when I never heard the words "You arebeautiful"Blue reminds meof when the world was movingBut I was standing still It reminds me of wanting to be alone
That day when the wind was Quiet, and the air Cool and Soft, he faded into Oblivion,
There is a flood in the school,A flood of blueBlue clothing, blue tears, blue faces
Innocent people being hooked on the blue book,
becoming dull robots that speak in code;
it comes in your sleep taking your intellect like a crook,
by bribing you with a new mode.
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Hell is walking the road of life searching for someone to talk to
To feel stranded while surrounded by people too focused on their own trivialities to notice
Black and blue colorsof the dark huesof the night sky.Twinkling, glittering starssprayed all around the skylike art on canvas.Blurry reflectionon the river water of amagnificent moon.
Through these blue eyes I see
The destruction if a war scarred land
By these cold hands I touch
The lips of those that have died
With this broken heart I feel
Red is what I look
No color can express me
Blue is what I feel
Combine all three I am finally Free
I do nothing but awkwardly glare
at a man who cannot stare,
as his rough fingers roam freely
in this blind man’s attempt to see me.
His fingers trace my nose
and I nervously curl my toes.
This thing of love,
of loving and being loved.
It consumes me in the gentlest of ways,
softly washing over me until I've been covered up;
a blissful drowning.
I've become willing to risk hitting a shelf
My vice is her eyes;
Pale-blue, two frozen moons.
I am powerless.
May I find shelter,
In you? I am brisk and bleak.
I am December.
I am drowning in
Her cerulean maelstrom.
i watch you the way a caged bird watches the sky and when i think of you i see those blue eyes
(they are my sky)
and they look into mine and, oh god, i'm pretty sure you can read me like a book because i've got my heart
I miss the wind blowing through your hair,
the smile that creeps up and lingers,
Your eyes never quite meeting mine,
and the things you whisper so sweetly.
Pain draws me up inside,
All I see in this world,
is blue
having no one to confide in you
you find yourself inapt to do
the things you wish to find and sew.
Pieces left to rot and dew
the minds who have not a clue
I have placed this pen in a behemothic, spherical object,
Where it is not required to nest in the area it was assigned to,
But it has the option to wander around,
And perform what it desires.
Blue.
Blue the drum, pitch and pang,
Steel-stain rim, resounding clang.
That which stirs the thoughts and actions.
Haunting sorrow, dire factions,
Resounding near, far and wide.
Hands lock,
fingers curl.
Eyes twitch.
Just a few of the many things
we do together.
When walking on the beach,
seagulls high above us.
People waving hello as we get higher,
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
When I think of you, I think of purple and blue
purple, secret excitement, always holding in laughter,
just don't forget to let it out, more often than not
blue, a soft rain, sweet and melodious
Crush me on asphalt
Write my name on hanging tires
Dilute my soul
In the whiskey and the fire
Talk amongst yourselves
On shores of basalt and clay
Make your wish
If you could only see my eyes
What would you think
Would you look for beauty
Or would you watch me blink
Would I just be a photo
A picture in your head
Or would my eyes be portals
When you breathe in the crisp morning, it is the color of the air.
When you shiver on a winter's night, it is the color of your lips.
When his fingers skirt across your bare back, it is the chill that zigzags through your veins
Stained
Laying on the cold war floor
I’ve bleed red, white, and blue
For you?
Can this be true?
America
I salute you
I chose to fight for you till’ kingdom come
The blue sky above, is glorious each day.
It's shine is happy, peaceful, and beautiful.
The deep sea is a gorgeous blue.
It's waves roll with a fierce glee, always displaying its beauty.
Down on my luck
Out of my mind
What's going on?
I've lost track of time.
Where do I go?
Why can't you stay?
It doesn't make sense
these words that you say.
What's this I hear?
To look into your eyes is to see fire
Set ablaze by the creator Himself.
The way you gaze only takes me higher.
I wish to keep you and those eyes myself.
I look and fall into a pool of blue,
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
And all I see in the blue
Is you
Tis a shame
That one day you will no longer
Know my name
It is only the beginning
Though it feels like the end
Blue were the skies.
As soft as his eyes.
I fell in love at first sight.
Singing softly in the pale moonlight
Can you be mine tonight?
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
Close my eyes I dream of love
I fantasize of both of us
Combining thoughts like stars do dust
You... will become a part of me
Of all I see and think and need
Broken dreams too dark to see...
the sky spread over the world
without a single, solitary cloud
only pure, deep azure
barely past twilight
the dark of night is beginning to appear
a glossy turquoise balloon
agitated through the air
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheart
Times will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
What is this white cap I wear
That makes everyone stare,
When I can down the green crown
Of liberty to set everyone free?
