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Jules Oct 2019
You saw a blueberry
On the corner of the sidewalk
Something you shouldn't have noticed
But unexpectedly took interest
In a blueberry
On the sidewalk

With each passing day
You'd see that blueberry
And with each passing day
You looked forward to it
To a blueberry
On the sidewalk

But eventually, the leaves will fall
And the snow will come
People will move on
And nothing will be left
Nothing at all
Not even a blueberry
On the sidewalk
Sofia Hinojosa Aug 2019
the crisp edges satisfyingly crunchy.
i bit into half a blueberry scone still warm from the oven.
a new recipe you decided to try out.
it tastes delicious.
thanks mom.
Seanathon Jul 2019
Haikus are like Blue
Berries bursting in my mouth
Always gone too soon
If you liked, please add it to a collection and say "Hi! Blueberry Pancakes Please!!!" (;
Carmen Jane Jun 2019
Before you went to sleep,
We talked about your day
Your emotions grew deep,
When with the truth, you've played.

Your voice, started to change,
As you blamed "the others",
You didn't mean revenge
At your sisters and brothers...

I asked if you were lying
You said you don't remember
You knew you won't be seeing
Your schoolmates, 'til September

I tried to let you know,my lovey
That even when you've done something wrong
You can tell Daddy and mommy
And no matter what, to us you do belong

We'll try our best to teach you what's best
And talking out loud you might know it yourself
What to observe,what to do next
Being truthful is the way to know oneself!

You asked for a hug and you said with a  smile
The reason you just can't remember this time,
Is cause you didn't eat today any blueberry
As I always told you, it helps with your memory
Tramel Griffith Mar 2019
my skin is producing a cyanosis;

blue brushstrokes swirl across my melanin canvas  

because your strong hands and this toxic love is breaking me  

and I am drowning in the oblivion of this hue


                                                                                            by griff
8M Dec 2018
Jam
You looked outside the window and smiled
"Can you make some jam for us?"
Obliging, you did so
You didn't know what flavor they wanted

So you did every single one
Blueberry, raspberry, banana
A plethora of colors comes into view
You always wanted to be an artist
To embrace the colors you see
A chance to be happy
But you're stuck making jam for them
Forever and always

At least it tastes good
Nishat AK Feb 2017
In my dream last night
you let me know it's not coming back
In my dream last night
I saw a bag full of lip balms
But I still looked for
the one I had
The one I lost
The one that might come back
But still not coming back
Bare it stays,my chapped lips
Oh my blueberry lip balm
May you never forget
the touch of my finger tips.
Karissa Apr 2015
I'm not allowed to have my best pie
And for that, I think I shall cry.

For pumpkin is nice, and I do enjoy cherry,
But none will suffice for that scrumptious blueberry

Each cute berry makes a small pop
And as for whipped cream, please give me a lop

For lemon is nice but I simply can't wary
From delicious, and tasty, and precious blueberry.
Lia Mar 2015
charcoal
oxblood
poppy
pomegranate
maroon
cranberry
cherry
creams­icle
orange soda
saffron
lemon
egg yolk
buttermilk
sunflower
olive
forest
lime
mint
ice
blueberry
royal blue
navy
bubblegum
fuschia
salmon
grape
lavender
wine
chocolate
espresso
this became a grocery list oops
Brian Payamps Jan 2015
Ooo how to describe the feeling
The feeling that I get
The feeling that I get
When I'm with you
We've been to the Garden of Eden
And seen God
Seen the snake that played Eve
And came back
With roses and flowers
Plants that smelled like blue berries, asparagus and mushrooms
That was our Ezekiel,
Better yet our Genesis
.
.
.
We’ve been to the coast were they still Harlem shake
Except they shake their whole bodies like if they caught seizures
We laughed at their moves
But skilled one had to be to shake like that
As if they had 100 grams of sugar in their system
They went at it for two or three, on what felt like days
We were almost left behind
How can we forget we almost missed that plane
Since we barely slept
.
.
.
Let's take a trip far from memory lane
One that can only be remembered by the pictures we take
I found this new place
Is supposed to be great
They say is the second best thing next to heaven and we both been near that
Is like one step forward and two step back
Let's take a trip
I promise it'll be first class
Whole poem is a metaphor.
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