Out Of The Blue Poems - Poems about Out Of The Blue

Nervous hesitation The fix is close But scared there chasing Shaky hands that Cant hold Times touching I'm being impatient There vein awaits Blood is craving My high is in Pushing in Im free again On my way Too Never Land I've...Read the rest...

Here's my suggestion how to fight off your blues: pick up a brush and paint on a canvass whatever comes to mind: landscape, birds or flowers; pick up a pen and write some silly lyrics for children... to release your...Read the rest...

He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore, With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door. He had always adored the color blue, so...Read the rest...

Quote By Poet: "I like to bring my imagination out in writing so you can bring your imagination out in reading." Books call my name, the bookstores are not to blame. Writing books and poems give me joy, better...Read the rest...

She's a poet who writes for relief and that made her a thief Destroy every joyful people's belief because she writes poetry that will make you feel such grief....Read the rest...

Ruthless moments incurred I want you to be stronger Let's runaway Let's build a castle The other side of the city Is haunting me Wanting to end me Trying moments leftover Me and you to be no longer Let's change something Have you tried forgiveness? Let's...Read the rest...

Crying, screaming, blaming? It's never your fault Irk beneath is flaming And outpouring daunt Close your eyes, hey goddess And let it burn Open them again And behold them burn The avarice in their lusty eyes The...Read the rest...

Dusty road covers your shoes scratchy throat, raspy your blues Keep walking, keep going, it’s all you can do phone’s dried up...Read the rest...

Why? It is soft and looks clean. You don't know if any of them were sick, you can get sick. Oh, so I placed it aside. But my cat hates touch, but when I pat him with the...Read the rest...

He stood at the foot of the hill and gazed at her watching from her window sill with the night light shining in her face and particles of hope running all over the place. Her...Read the rest...

I don’t just miss you, you are missing from me, Like a tree without branches and a fire without a flame, A day with no night and a child without a name. Like a sky without stars,...Read the rest...

Eyes gaze over lines, heart buckles under the pressure. A lonely ride, it's been pronounced, I've lost everything. Tiny violins between their ears, large trumpets in mine. A wake-up call? Which part of me has gone, for I no longer recognize. Change of...Read the rest...

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem...Read the rest...

When life puts in you in these cages, where you meet people of different rages, and faces, it makes you seem horrible. I noticed you shirt which reminded me of the clothes my dad buys to...Read the rest...

Bicycles go around, then a car. A red car with yellow and white lights. Yellow streaks, oh actually, They are quite like an alveolus. What fun looking at a single speck of The city or village or town! Friends of...Read the rest...