They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Soft, still, azure waves, Like malleable hands that, Caress me, I sink.
My Blue Heart
The pain inside me Like a perpetual bruise Lingers like our love
Cerulean eyes; glazed, unseeing. One last kiss, placed on blue tinged lips
Cut cake, pink or blue? Their joy at a baby boy. The empty womb aches.
They wept as they played knotted strings of dried-up tears. Untangling their truth.
My Mother's Make-up
Your blue eyeliner Lipstick worn smooth to a point Treasured now your gone
What does blue not mean? It's in everything, your eyes, that matters to me.
Me, I See
It's the color blue, the reflection I see; me. That sorrowful hue!
Turquoise Curaçao Wish I could drown my sorrows in your cocktail blue
A Special Occasion
Blue flowers, open, On my grandfather’s casket, And his blue eyes, closed
Depression is Blue
If you're feeling sad You are probably depressed Seek happy help soon
Another Teardrop Falls
Light-colored rainbows Fall from your defeated eyes; Moonbeams on the lake