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I get it a lot of the time.
my eyes are blue.
as pale as the sea,
woken far from beyond.
piercing deep within my soul

I am stuck in time travel
paused every minute
questioned every second
admired as the daisy blooms
glared while chasing the bus.

My eyes weep,
like everybody else.
I am human not some creature
stared upon.

shimmering and glittering
it flows as brightly as
sun reflection on water.

My eyes rest,
uncertain for a new day ahead.
baby blue skies cold
fresh snow covers soft earth
                growth awakening
haiku inspired
No one noticed when we slipped beneath the tide,
our bodies weightless, swaying slow,
the world above a distant hush—
only the hush, only the glow.

Seahorses curl like secrets in the deep,
golden spines bending with the waves,
we let the water braid our hands,
a quiet promise, softly saved.

The current hums a lullaby,
your voice dissolves into the blue,
I turn to you, you turn away—
what else is there for us to do?

No one noticed when the sky let go,
when salt became the air we breathed,
the ocean held us, gentle ghosts—
and never asked if we would leave.

Ivan Apr 6
lost inside you, I find myself in two
for soon due, dawn will hue
black skies to blue

so memory will be our only treasure
of those lost moments
measured with pleasure
MetaVerse Mar 27
There once was from Whoville a Who
Who pretended the Grinch was her boo:
     She said she would please him,
     But only would tease him
Till his grassy green Grinch-***** turned blue.
Jhamarie Mar 27
I told my soul to rest to let your absence be
But why this constant falling make this soul's insanity
Each glimpse, a bitter nectar a joy that cuts like pain
How do I unweave this feeling?

This feeling of consuming chain
I've waited through the silence
Where dreams have turned to gray
Now I'm steeped in blue, where longing holds its sway.
I want to burry this kind of feeling and just move on. But how? how can I unloved someone I have loved for so long?
greatsloth Mar 22
A flower does not seek why it bloomed
Nor does it ask why its petals are blue;
Time under the clear sky is alive,
Weathering storms can mean something
Though they're all likely nothing
To the aster who doesn't have a midlife.
Dear Earth,
It is my, fault and
my biggest regret,
I owe you an apology, because
you didn't forget,
I owe you for the things
that has happened to you,
So, I am Appoligizing
on behalf, for this apology is due.
The people of this world
has done you so wrong,
Run-a-muck and done foolish things, and just strung you along!!
The people of this world today,
do not deserve you,
They waste and they damage, and
They don't have a clue.
They can't get it right,
They're polluting the Lands
Is where I Step in and take a big stand,
I see what they're doing from the heavenly skies,
I'm writing this letter
to let you realize,
On behalf of the Horizons,
As we so sincerely oblige,
from the bottom of our Hearts,
we sincerely apologize!!!


Sincerely yours,


The Blue Concerned Skies!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/20/2025
Faith Cubitt Mar 16
Blue is how I feel about you....
Blue is how cold my blood runs whenever I think about you.
Blue and black is the colour of the sky and rain the night you told me you were leaving, the night you chose to not be with me.
Blue were your eyes that I so willingly drowned in.
Blue is now my only emotion.
when I think about you, my eyes flash with blue.... when the sky so bright and beautiful crowds over me.
Blue is how I die, remembering you.
Blue is somehow always going to be you....
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