"turqoise" poems - Hello Poetry

Thrown away carrom men Hunting for the queen Grey white turqoise marbles a spinning top on the table an electric motor a gadget then bifid nibbed fountain pen Cassette wheels and a chip of steel ran faster than ritzy hotwheels tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps peacock clay in redolent sandalwood I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC

vipul-mehra

Childhood

Thrown away carrom men Hunting for the queen Grey white turqoise marbles a spinning top on the table an electric motor a gadget then bifid nibbed fountain pen Cassette wheels and a chip of steel ran faster than ritzy hotwheels tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps peacock clay in redolent sandalwood I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood

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Early turqoise sky Damp heart beats melancholy Mind is in refuge

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Jan 11, 2024

Jan 11, 2024 at 6:24 PM UTC

david-da-cunha

January Blues [haiku]

Early turqoise sky Damp heart beats melancholy Mind is in refuge

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This is all a big joke You and I are just passing time Until extinction I have teeth of pig iron And my back is a mountain When I stretch in the sunrise Oak trees snap and echo strangely In the valley of my spine A she bear walked upon my knees Scraping her claws against my thigh Birds soar about my forehead Great whales swim in my mouth Wolves hunt in the kingdom of my belly And howl as I kiss the full face of my moon Foxes learn the twists and curves of my palm Rabbits burrow in my chest Deer graze upon my feet And the green bulbs of my eyelash Bloom white blossoms I reached up With calloused hands I felt the delicate slumber of stars I cast them to the earth And crushed them beneath my great bare feet I ate the earth Much like a green apple And put the nickel core In my pocket I put Sol in my mouth And the universe was dark for a while I grow tired of sleep And I dream madly of the road again Women wear long silk gowns They whisper words and grab my arms They open my mouth and pour in tankards Of dark drink Burning Burning down in my belly They slept in the crook of my arm And the long black hair tickled my face They were silent when they awoke And my slumber was deep They cut my throat ear to ear Laughing as my blood poured into the cauldron of the sea Laughing as they snip my hair with scissors Laughing as they remove my left eye *We are fate your body is beautiful Oh King, give us your turqoise eye We have a knife/a good sharp knife! We can feast forever on a sliver of your skin And will build the earth again with your sinew*

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Jun 7, 2013

Jun 7, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC

jacob-1

Clot

This is all a big joke You and I are just passing time Until extinction I have teeth of pig iron And my back is a mountain When I stretch in the sunrise Oak trees snap and echo strangely In the valley of my spine A she bear walked upon my knees Scraping her claws against my thigh Birds soar about my forehead Great whales swim in my mouth Wolves hunt in the kingdom of my belly And howl as I kiss the full face of my moon Foxes learn the twists and curves of my palm Rabbits burrow in my chest Deer graze upon my feet And the green bulbs of my eyelash Bloom white blossoms I reached up With calloused hands I felt the delicate slumber of stars I cast them to the earth And crushed them beneath my great bare feet I ate the earth Much like a green apple And put the nickel core In my pocket I put Sol in my mouth And the universe was dark for a while I grow tired of sleep And I dream madly of the road again Women wear long silk gowns They whisper words and grab my arms They open my mouth and pour in tankards Of dark drink Burning Burning down in my belly They slept in the crook of my arm And the long black hair tickled my face They were silent when they awoke And my slumber was deep They cut my throat ear to ear Laughing as my blood poured into the cauldron of the sea Laughing as they snip my hair with scissors Laughing as they remove my left eye *We are fate your body is beautiful Oh King, give us your turqoise eye We have a knife/a good sharp knife! We can feast forever on a sliver of your skin And will build the earth again with your sinew*

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I stare at the world through turquoise eyes and I see the pain and the suffering caused to every one else it stabs through me just like a blunt knife a scream to the sky "why must I care!?" every scratch every bruise I feel on my very own body I don't know why it has to be this way I just feel like this every single day I've taken acting lessons and I know how to not show it but I also have a habit of over doing it so staring, seemingly lifelessly at the world through turqoise eyes I'm called a heartless person but that just hurts even more I just can't stand it why does my world have to be this way? I don't let any one else see the pain that's caused me every single day at some rare times I'm able to forget it but that doesn't mean that it ever even leaves it haunts me every single ****** day of my life and I'm only able to release my emotions through these ****** *** lines of drunken, depressed emotions and I stare at them angrily through these turqoise eyes I know I **** at writing and I **** at singing I fail at everything I try I might as well die! I sit alone in my room staring at these blank, depressing, white walls through these turquois eyes but I still hear the screams of all of the abused children I still see the blood soldiers of every race shed as they fall to the ground I still feal the pain of all those I've met I still smell the filth of the crumbling homes of those in third world countries I still taste the tears that slip into my mouth, as I sit here crying I stare in to your eyes with my own turquois eyes and I ask you now and forever "Do you have the guts to show the world that you care?"

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Sep 28, 2010

Sep 28, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC

dezmond-john-richard-wise

My Eyes

I stare at the world through turquoise eyes and I see the pain and the suffering caused to every one else it stabs through me just like a blunt knife a scream to the sky "why must I care!?" every scratch every bruise I feel on my very own body I don't know why it has to be this way I just feel like this every single day I've taken acting lessons and I know how to not show it but I also have a habit of over doing it so staring, seemingly lifelessly at the world through turqoise eyes I'm called a heartless person but that just hurts even more I just can't stand it why does my world have to be this way? I don't let any one else see the pain that's caused me every single day at some rare times I'm able to forget it but that doesn't mean that it ever even leaves it haunts me every single ****** day of my life and I'm only able to release my emotions through these ****** *** lines of drunken, depressed emotions and I stare at them angrily through these turqoise eyes I know I **** at writing and I **** at singing I fail at everything I try I might as well die! I sit alone in my room staring at these blank, depressing, white walls through these turquois eyes but I still hear the screams of all of the abused children I still see the blood soldiers of every race shed as they fall to the ground I still feal the pain of all those I've met I still smell the filth of the crumbling homes of those in third world countries I still taste the tears that slip into my mouth, as I sit here crying I stare in to your eyes with my own turquois eyes and I ask you now and forever "Do you have the guts to show the world that you care?"

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the memories we have slowly will fade those glorious memories colored turqoise and jade. i'll miss your laugh and beautiful smile the way you love, but all the while i'll remember the good and realize our love has been strong and true and everything i miss will be you. I said I loved you and that will always remain, even as my tears fall like rain.

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Feb 24, 2011

Feb 24, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC

sofia-dismus

memories

the memories we have slowly will fade those glorious memories colored turqoise and jade. i'll miss your laugh and beautiful smile the way you love, but all the while i'll remember the good and realize our love has been strong and true and everything i miss will be you. I said I loved you and that will always remain, even as my tears fall like rain.

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I had never liked the color blue until they had tried to guess what my favorite color was. "Blue," They had squealed, with such assurance and brightness that I didn't want to say that it wasn't; that my favorite color was magenta. But now I can't stop seeing blues wherever I go. I see it in the deep hues of the ocean; a dark blue abyss. In the sky, both night and day. I see bright hues in space; in stars and nebulas. I see it in the birds with painted azure and teal feathers who zip around above us, chittering to themselves; and the flowers beneath our feet with such fragile and intricate petals; colors as dark as midnight and as bright as aquamarine. So many kinds of blue. Navy, royal, cyan, turqoise. Each has their own hidden charm, their own correlation with an object or feeling. Now that I see so much blue, and what wonders it represents and what emotions it brings, I wonder why magenta had ever been my favorite.

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Dec 18, 2017

Dec 18, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC

iboji

Power Of Words

I had never liked the color blue until they had tried to guess what my favorite color was. "Blue," They had squealed, with such assurance and brightness that I didn't want to say that it wasn't; that my favorite color was magenta. But now I can't stop seeing blues wherever I go. I see it in the deep hues of the ocean; a dark blue abyss. In the sky, both night and day. I see bright hues in space; in stars and nebulas. I see it in the birds with painted azure and teal feathers who zip around above us, chittering to themselves; and the flowers beneath our feet with such fragile and intricate petals; colors as dark as midnight and as bright as aquamarine. So many kinds of blue. Navy, royal, cyan, turqoise. Each has their own hidden charm, their own correlation with an object or feeling. Now that I see so much blue, and what wonders it represents and what emotions it brings, I wonder why magenta had ever been my favorite.

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in a xebec, we sail... seas, of turqoise, teal and cerulean blues... with horses white and alabaster, galloping in wavelets, beside, the creaking mahogany, hand caulked hull. the brass once shining bright is now speckled, by the salt of posiedon's briny brow above the masts. one two and three, hold the lanteen sails, set free, in a flurry of canvas hysteria. full and billowing, now, they propel us, gently onward. you and i recline, undecorously, on a plethora, of bright morrocan cushions. like bees, busily rummaging, among the flower petals. as the sun sings the days lullaby, in the east, in notes of tangerine and buttercup yellow.

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC

betterdays

waterdreaming

in a xebec, we sail... seas, of turqoise, teal and cerulean blues... with horses white and alabaster, galloping in wavelets, beside, the creaking mahogany, hand caulked hull. the brass once shining bright is now speckled, by the salt of posiedon's briny brow above the masts. one two and three, hold the lanteen sails, set free, in a flurry of canvas hysteria. full and billowing, now, they propel us, gently onward. you and i recline, undecorously, on a plethora, of bright morrocan cushions. like bees, busily rummaging, among the flower petals. as the sun sings the days lullaby, in the east, in notes of tangerine and buttercup yellow.

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yellow you waited for me in madrid blue your presence granted me pain in granada orange within breaks of pain i was granted joy in segovia turqoise i truly remembered how much i love you in toledo black you hated me in seattle white i learned love without pain is not love gray you granted me life

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Jul 10, 2019

Jul 10, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC

scndplace

Untitled

yellow you waited for me in madrid blue your presence granted me pain in granada orange within breaks of pain i was granted joy in segovia turqoise i truly remembered how much i love you in toledo black you hated me in seattle white i learned love without pain is not love gray you granted me life

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