Cerrulean poems on Hello Poetry

izzat haziq Aug 2013

she was wide awake
laying on the dandelion field
staring at the cerrulean sky
her eyes red and puffy
drowned in tears
her wrist ached
wounded
her heart ached
wounded

she was wide awake
laying on the dandelion field
staring at the cerrulean sky
wanting to go up there
to the clouds
it would be a lot easier
if she was up there
she hated living
she hated society
she hated how she loses her possesions
-her friends
-her family
-her virginity
she had lost it all
and the walls inside her head
that borders her from any outside threat
are on the verge of demolition
she could no longer hold onto it
the foundation have been shaken
far too many times before

she was wide awake
laying on the dandelion field
staring at the cerrulean sky
her eyes no longer red and puffy
she was no longer drowning in her own tears
her wrist bears no scars
her heart was leaping with joy
she felt so alive
but she was dead

but she didn't care anyway
she never have a liking for her
ugly lacklustre body anyway
it was a pleasure to leave it on the ground
let the worms eat it
she was genuinely happy
now
for she had finally reached
cloud sanctum

D W Nov 2016

THYSELF

Timelessly, limitlessly the braches soard to the sky,
Tirelessly, fatiguely the roots hit the core of earth,
From cerrulean heights to crimson dark depths,
Lied the distance between self and wisdom of heart,
Not sure if it is loftiness or suicidal thoughts of death,
Not sure if it is a revolutionary act of anarchy,
Or just a free spirit, free rebelious depart.
ACT OF KISS
Lost, in knowing self, lost between the crowds,
Lost in my own thoughts, lost in my own mind,
Lost, a loner, I had been, thou I had seekth,
In the deepest roots of my heart,
In the most complex dark corners of myself.

Lily Audra Feb 2017

Skies

If I can hold on,
Then I can drift away,
Over and away from the beige and the ache,
I can drift into hues of pale pink and cerrulean,
Every shade blended to my skin,
As the sky envelops me,
Wraps me up tight.

Bring on the greys,
The whisps of cloud that blur across the atmosphere,
And rhythmic rain on Sundays and dark days,

But give me
A violet rose dome while I drift,
The sun scattering clear thick shadows which flash over my eyes while I spin,
Yes give me blues,
While I drift.

#anxiety #happiness #sky #colour #float #travel

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