"azures" poems - Hello Poetry

this is the garden:colours come and go, frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing strong silent greens silently lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow. This is the garden:pursed lips do blow upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing (of harps celestial to the quivering string) invisible faces hauntingly and slow. This is the garden. Time shall surely reap and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled, in other lands where other songs be sung; yet stand They here enraptured,as among the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

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E. E. Cummings

This Is The Garden:Colours Come And Go

this is the garden:colours come and go, frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing strong silent greens silently lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow. This is the garden:pursed lips do blow upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing (of harps celestial to the quivering string) invisible faces hauntingly and slow. This is the garden. Time shall surely reap and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled, in other lands where other songs be sung; yet stand They here enraptured,as among the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

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Sunlight played off the limes & golds & there were azures too. And my oh my, how the howlers howled, as dew dripped down from the canopy above. It was quite mystical, those ancient stone faces stared at something even I couldn't see. But you could feel it there. Oh yes, you could feel it there, between the vines & toucans, something unspoken, something unnatural, like spirits gathering with angst for the clear-cutters.

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC

jonny-angel

Something Unnatural In The Rainforest

Sunlight played off the limes & golds & there were azures too. And my oh my, how the howlers howled, as dew dripped down from the canopy above. It was quite mystical, those ancient stone faces stared at something even I couldn't see. But you could feel it there. Oh yes, you could feel it there, between the vines & toucans, something unspoken, something unnatural, like spirits gathering with angst for the clear-cutters.

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We encountered a white-tiled wall whose purity lingered behind earthly browns, salmon, grass, lavender acrylic paint. And this frozen scene chilled like hot breath on winter glass, soil-mixed dividing stories of young, smiley-touched girls whose hair was flaxen hills in the country and whose eyes were opalescent azures whose opalescence was truly the only sign of thought beyond a glassy grin. Porcelain doll made of giggles and bubbles. She fanned her fingers in a glorious sky and leaf peacock-feathered exuberance and pawed at the dry, gritty scene of a sailboat floundering towards a sunset. She sees this world feelingly – one touch, two touch Her smile is prayer-folded hands extending across her own little world A prayer for this textured caricature of a little girl, a happy puppet stuck until dark, like the form the woman she’ll soon become with her child-like fingers spidering across the stories she hopes to [but never will] tell. Her dusty hands against the comforting tinge of a watermelon’s epicenter. So pink, so raw, so vulnerable with the valor of another brush’s turn.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC

kara-rose-trojan

Movement Break

We encountered a white-tiled wall whose purity lingered behind earthly browns, salmon, grass, lavender acrylic paint. And this frozen scene chilled like hot breath on winter glass, soil-mixed dividing stories of young, smiley-touched girls whose hair was flaxen hills in the country and whose eyes were opalescent azures whose opalescence was truly the only sign of thought beyond a glassy grin. Porcelain doll made of giggles and bubbles. She fanned her fingers in a glorious sky and leaf peacock-feathered exuberance and pawed at the dry, gritty scene of a sailboat floundering towards a sunset. She sees this world feelingly – one touch, two touch Her smile is prayer-folded hands extending across her own little world A prayer for this textured caricature of a little girl, a happy puppet stuck until dark, like the form the woman she’ll soon become with her child-like fingers spidering across the stories she hopes to [but never will] tell. Her dusty hands against the comforting tinge of a watermelon’s epicenter. So pink, so raw, so vulnerable with the valor of another brush’s turn.

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Come in all you children and dance upon the sea. The coastline tides are dancing and gallivanting on the breeze. The elephant seals are floating in their carcasses, warm blood lakes thicken on the foam, dancing in the ripples the shivers of Leopard sharks party's throw. ***** slugs and combatants, early hours send cries through crustaceans of the spine, and glitter muscles entwined with porpoise to drink their brunches with new recipes of the brine. Fairy starling, aching heartache, shapes each coil of the coast, and tears apart the stardust of starfish sliding up the coast. Drinking from the salt licks that falling waters move, inside the bay the bluefins escape the hunters in their shoals. The itsy bitsy great white, crept into the beaches cove, but orca and dolphin chased him back into the deepest azures where the fur seals pup and milk.

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC

martin-narrod

Seal Island

Come in all you children and dance upon the sea. The coastline tides are dancing and gallivanting on the breeze. The elephant seals are floating in their carcasses, warm blood lakes thicken on the foam, dancing in the ripples the shivers of Leopard sharks party's throw. ***** slugs and combatants, early hours send cries through crustaceans of the spine, and glitter muscles entwined with porpoise to drink their brunches with new recipes of the brine. Fairy starling, aching heartache, shapes each coil of the coast, and tears apart the stardust of starfish sliding up the coast. Drinking from the salt licks that falling waters move, inside the bay the bluefins escape the hunters in their shoals. The itsy bitsy great white, crept into the beaches cove, but orca and dolphin chased him back into the deepest azures where the fur seals pup and milk.

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Warm sea breeze embrace the embers of sunset’s night. Pebbled wash laps gentle ashore shadow seeps into every indentation the sand that sinks beneath my feet still cooling from before. Eyes through leafy palms they meet wincing in the glare of sun lit shimmer heat Your bikini magnifies my gaze covers an ample ***** Moments thought the inquisitive mind Lost in oceans azures blue. Stretch to the horizon leave the world behind To hold so tight as if sharing skin To mould to every curve and cleft of you. A raptures prelude senses commotion run for cover monsoon rain. Somewhere there is only you a far away ocean crying for crested moments and indulge a passion in such freedoms refrain.

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Nov 18, 2012

Nov 18, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC

DBeard

Only You

Warm sea breeze embrace the embers of sunset’s night. Pebbled wash laps gentle ashore shadow seeps into every indentation the sand that sinks beneath my feet still cooling from before. Eyes through leafy palms they meet wincing in the glare of sun lit shimmer heat Your bikini magnifies my gaze covers an ample ***** Moments thought the inquisitive mind Lost in oceans azures blue. Stretch to the horizon leave the world behind To hold so tight as if sharing skin To mould to every curve and cleft of you. A raptures prelude senses commotion run for cover monsoon rain. Somewhere there is only you a far away ocean crying for crested moments and indulge a passion in such freedoms refrain.

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Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow I long to see you in the bloom of winter where trees are withered and flowers float in the noose of the nuke inside the news of the hooks I want to see you in the rays of the sun where the leaves shine on a summer mood in the music of the duke within mews of the fountains Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow I see the rain washing the excrements where tar and wire were bouncing in the moving fires within the encircling tires I touch the blood on the palm of your hand engrossed with the pain of trials in the unresolved pastures within the chaotic azures Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC

SassyJ

Chaotic Azures (Piano Lyrics with audio)

Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow I long to see you in the bloom of winter where trees are withered and flowers float in the noose of the nuke inside the news of the hooks I want to see you in the rays of the sun where the leaves shine on a summer mood in the music of the duke within mews of the fountains Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow I see the rain washing the excrements where tar and wire were bouncing in the moving fires within the encircling tires I touch the blood on the palm of your hand engrossed with the pain of trials in the unresolved pastures within the chaotic azures Let the river flow wash away the pain Let the fire burn it all in ash Let the torrents pass, let the river flow, let the river flow

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'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches above you and swing into the unreal vision of reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown, carrying with you the experiences of pressing thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the views that, with a flash of excitement, open up great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses to fly into their psychedelic embrace. Float along on the streams of life, like the autumn leaf, after dipping and diving, as it finds the calm of a lake's edge and oscillates in the quiet breezes, gathering the last rays of the setting sun, before it sinks, to become new life. Dance to the sound of the song bird, the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds and the dramatic movement in an opera when all voices join, and sound their messages out to the universe of stars and planets. Feel with your hands the shape of the future, smoothed and polished, slippery and textured, bumpy and sharp; become a new form of yourself, create something out of your own arsenal, using your whole being. Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the full wash across the hand made paper, the colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures, the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that are real, mysteries that metaphorically express the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art. Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012. Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!

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Dec 23, 2015

Dec 23, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC

margaret-ann-waddicor

Take your dream

'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches above you and swing into the unreal vision of reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown, carrying with you the experiences of pressing thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the views that, with a flash of excitement, open up great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses to fly into their psychedelic embrace. Float along on the streams of life, like the autumn leaf, after dipping and diving, as it finds the calm of a lake's edge and oscillates in the quiet breezes, gathering the last rays of the setting sun, before it sinks, to become new life. Dance to the sound of the song bird, the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds and the dramatic movement in an opera when all voices join, and sound their messages out to the universe of stars and planets. Feel with your hands the shape of the future, smoothed and polished, slippery and textured, bumpy and sharp; become a new form of yourself, create something out of your own arsenal, using your whole being. Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the full wash across the hand made paper, the colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures, the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that are real, mysteries that metaphorically express the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art. Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012. Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!

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A jaded tree I held, felt the rough bark between my fingers, my hand cupped the texture, smooth & uneven, glazed hues of malachite, azures & cobalt titillated my senses. I was intoxicated by the aroma of mint, tasted the raw honey that warmed my heart & produced an inner glow, traces of Marrakesh linger yet.

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Mar 7, 2014

Mar 7, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC

jonny-angel

Traces of Marrakesh Linger

A jaded tree I held, felt the rough bark between my fingers, my hand cupped the texture, smooth & uneven, glazed hues of malachite, azures & cobalt titillated my senses. I was intoxicated by the aroma of mint, tasted the raw honey that warmed my heart & produced an inner glow, traces of Marrakesh linger yet.

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I saw the world upside today, tethered to steel, zipping on a different plane, higher than a soaring kite, I did not fight the speed. I saw malachites & cobalts, jades & azures, a screaming stream, brilliant switling turned-up leafy-canopies & a few busted toes. Don't you know. Heaven sees us like this.... kissing the sky. O Dear Lord, I need to feed my adrenalin monkey, who's hanging on my back, 'bout to break me.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC

jonny-angel

There's An Adrenaline Monkey On My Back (Heaven Sees Us Like This)

I saw the world upside today, tethered to steel, zipping on a different plane, higher than a soaring kite, I did not fight the speed. I saw malachites & cobalts, jades & azures, a screaming stream, brilliant switling turned-up leafy-canopies & a few busted toes. Don't you know. Heaven sees us like this.... kissing the sky. O Dear Lord, I need to feed my adrenalin monkey, who's hanging on my back, 'bout to break me.

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Sometimes I don't really remember people by their specifics or characteristics. Their hair, their eyes, their body, sometimes even minds and personalities become a blur cuz I remember people by the feelings that which they leave me. I am painfully aware of their swift entrances and immediate exits, leaving me bewildered as to how and why they came to be But for some reason, I can recall (almost) every detail about you. I remember gleaming azures and head-topped sandy blonde. I remember macrame, leather jackets a confident voice and a six-string gizmo. I remember your body: long and lean secure Electric But mostly, I remember the multitude of feelings that which you left me. Curiosity. Understanding. Euphoria. And finally, disappointment. Not with you, though. With my naivety. My impressionable soul clings to the people who captivate me, and you sir, were riddle and enchantment. The ideal. And you still are in the way that mysteries tend to be; unforgettable stories of pure bliss.

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC

brennanju3

two six seven one five

Sometimes I don't really remember people by their specifics or characteristics. Their hair, their eyes, their body, sometimes even minds and personalities become a blur cuz I remember people by the feelings that which they leave me. I am painfully aware of their swift entrances and immediate exits, leaving me bewildered as to how and why they came to be But for some reason, I can recall (almost) every detail about you. I remember gleaming azures and head-topped sandy blonde. I remember macrame, leather jackets a confident voice and a six-string gizmo. I remember your body: long and lean secure Electric But mostly, I remember the multitude of feelings that which you left me. Curiosity. Understanding. Euphoria. And finally, disappointment. Not with you, though. With my naivety. My impressionable soul clings to the people who captivate me, and you sir, were riddle and enchantment. The ideal. And you still are in the way that mysteries tend to be; unforgettable stories of pure bliss.

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Colours merge into one Then shoot off into the sky Azures, raspberry and cherry clouds mind their business floating by. There does not seem to be a *** of gold Or treasure or anything else for that matter Just leaves gathered neatly in a pile with no inclination to scatter. Just stillness, a calm, a sense of well being Even the river running alongside has a gentle flow. No raindrop dripping on my head, no sun to shine just peace and quiet at the foot of the rainbow.

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Jul 23, 2015

Jul 23, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC

cheryl-love

At The Foot Of The Rainbow

Colours merge into one Then shoot off into the sky Azures, raspberry and cherry clouds mind their business floating by. There does not seem to be a *** of gold Or treasure or anything else for that matter Just leaves gathered neatly in a pile with no inclination to scatter. Just stillness, a calm, a sense of well being Even the river running alongside has a gentle flow. No raindrop dripping on my head, no sun to shine just peace and quiet at the foot of the rainbow.

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I'm a ******* ice berg, cold and frigid within the ice. I will stay rooted for years, and build up that ice you can't break. But then again.. I am a bonfire, so ******* hot I could burn you down to ashes. And even after I am doused away, I will reignite to singe you away. Or perhaps, I would also be the waters of the ocean, deep and dark. You'd find yourself so lost as I would drown you away. Yet again, I could be the winds of a cyclone, dense and strong, I may blow you far away into lands unseen, or take you within the cotton candies of heaven's azures. Here's a twist to the above, This is the kind of love I'll give to my true love.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC

M_nayee

I love with a love, more than love.

I'm a ******* ice berg, cold and frigid within the ice. I will stay rooted for years, and build up that ice you can't break. But then again.. I am a bonfire, so ******* hot I could burn you down to ashes. And even after I am doused away, I will reignite to singe you away. Or perhaps, I would also be the waters of the ocean, deep and dark. You'd find yourself so lost as I would drown you away. Yet again, I could be the winds of a cyclone, dense and strong, I may blow you far away into lands unseen, or take you within the cotton candies of heaven's azures. Here's a twist to the above, This is the kind of love I'll give to my true love.

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