BLUE
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crimsin
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blue is the day
blue is the day
it colors my heart in shades of melancholy
its heart beats within me
stirring my pain
the ocean understands blue
it is the depths of passion
that ebb and pull within us
it has a mind of its own
the skies reflect this deity
residing in all living beings
blue is the face of us all
the great God over forlorn feelings
having nowhere to go
one day floated to the sky
a reminder you are never alone
you walk this path with fellow travelers
who know the depths of the blue like you do
as one we carry the varied hues of blue inside us
we are reminded to look to the oceans
as it carries our sadness out to sea
to look to the heavens
the skies are painted with our grief
then smile within ourselves
that we don't carry this heavy burden alone
Written by crimsin
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wallyroo92
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What Blue Is…
Blue is the color entranced in eyes,
Like skies and oceans vast and deep,
A reverie of streamed subconscious perfected,
The memory of a dream longed to keep.
Blue is the sensation that lingers softly,
Like a sweet lowly tune that haunts the mind,
Yearning for the warmth in the heart of hearts,
Perhaps perchance perpetrated and resigned.
Blue is the sensual contextual feeling,
Like languid ridges that never stop,
Hastily stalling and lazily crawling,
Rich in texture profound in abstract thought.
Blue is the name of a flame deeply burning,
Turning all fancies from lust to dust,
Lost like lullabies lulled lied and laid,
Made to encumber and encompass trust.
Blue is the cool collected stillness dwelling,
Reeling in the tryst of heightened fantasy,
An alluring natural riveting happenstance,
That shatters the boundaries of reality.
Blue is the aura of a free flowing spirit,
Supple and graceful and only one of a kind,
In shapes and forms different from the norm,
Relishing in the sight that’s so divine.
Blue is the fine and sultry rhythm,
The groove that moves deeply softly within,
The soothing sound coming in rushing waves,
And engraves all yearning in a whim.
Blue is the ideal state of feeling and emotion,
Tapping into the recess of the soul to compose,
It will bring up the deepest darkest secrets,
And to the world becomes completely exposed.
Blue is the hue of a fire tendered,
Like an undying tinder of a lasting kiss,
A déjà-vu that lingers in the soul forever,
Like immortal embers of an eternal bliss.
That’s what blue is...
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
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BLUE
...Blue...
On a road of never ending
Blue...
I can’t see you, this fog of pain
That tears a hole right thru my brain
And letting in the cold and rain
To make me half or whole insane.
I only know inside my heart
That it’s blue... a strange hue of blue
I’ve never seen it in the sky,
I’ve never known it in the sea.
I ask myself the reason why,
All I know it’s deep within me.
And it’s blue... a strange hue of blue
I swear to God it’s you in blue
I can’t cry, just lay down and die,
I’ve gotta go on and find you.
The pain let’s me know I’m alive
To find a way until I’m through.
I only know inside my heart
That it’s blue... a strange hue of blue,
I swear to God it’s you in blue.
I swear to God I’m going back
On the endless road that takes me
Home to you... and the color blue.
I loved the meaning expressed in the song linked through the competition, so I’ve written my own take in lyrics on the Norwegian band Madrugada’s song “Strange color blue"; https://youtu.be/YkTSu7SrozE ...For the competition “BLUE”, with AEMelia564
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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snugglebuck
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FREE
A bright blue sky
The vast blue sea
Blue is the color
Of being free
The vast blue sea
Blue is the color
Of being free
Written by snugglebuck
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bydk
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longsoftkiss
LSK
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LSK
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The Blue Rose
So special The Blue Rose,
That it does not exist,
So it must be a dream,
For all is possible there.
Be it your splendid figure,
Be it your inner values,
You are a vision so tantalizing,
That I am all consumed.
When I see The Blue Rose,
Its petals open and smile to me,
As to enchant, and draw me into the mystery that is you,
Unsure, unwise, your beauty has made me.
It was my life's passion,
And I didn't even know it,
Searching for The Blue Rose,
Searching for you...
That it does not exist,
So it must be a dream,
For all is possible there.
Be it your splendid figure,
Be it your inner values,
You are a vision so tantalizing,
That I am all consumed.
When I see The Blue Rose,
Its petals open and smile to me,
As to enchant, and draw me into the mystery that is you,
Unsure, unwise, your beauty has made me.
It was my life's passion,
And I didn't even know it,
Searching for The Blue Rose,
Searching for you...
Written by longsoftkiss
(LSK)
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SeaEntity1
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Oops sorry.Used this already...
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MadameLavender
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Sea On Snow
Watch—
the waters seep on ice, rivulets,
rivers
of azure.
My cyanotic fingers,
Raynaud’s riddled,
hold fast, the flag
of forebears, as
memories
become relentless, some
leaving me colder inside
than waves lapping
slapping
shores of the Motherland.
Winterworld, Suomi—
watch their waters seep on ice
flowing
tributaries, capillaries
connecting my soul
to frozen breath on air
and Christ died, blue
on a cross
while the world began to live—
yet Heaven poured
a little of itself into the North
where seas meet snows
reflecting untainted places, blue
on fields of white.
Watch—
the waters seep on ice, rivulets,
rivers
of azure.
My cyanotic fingers,
Raynaud’s riddled,
hold fast, the flag
of forebears, as
memories
become relentless, some
leaving me colder inside
than waves lapping
slapping
shores of the Motherland.
Winterworld, Suomi—
watch their waters seep on ice
flowing
tributaries, capillaries
connecting my soul
to frozen breath on air
and Christ died, blue
on a cross
while the world began to live—
yet Heaven poured
a little of itself into the North
where seas meet snows
reflecting untainted places, blue
on fields of white.