Poetry: The blues 33 Articles

by Antwan Walton

Why is it called the blues? I'm happy when it comes to the color blue. You have the ocean water, The Sky, ....The Navy? Well, not so much the navy. But you get my drift. I wish it was called the greens. Yeah.... th...read more

by Lowell Mertz

You say you think you've got the blues? That every time you win you lose? Fat money never comes your way and all you do is pay and pay. Because your troubles come in two's you got a right to have the blues? You m...read more

by Lucinda Price

People walking down the street I don't know who they are Break through me Past the bars Living a life so insecure I'm not sure who I want to be Looking for a new found cure For this social disease It takes...read more

by Cassandra Hilton

Trees are blurred from the speed of Motor City motor cars Headlights flashing, traffic passing Roadkill trashing broken streets and highway beats to the sound Of horns blasting and OPEN signs fasting until the morn' An...read more

by Tina Dene

MELANCHOLY BABY The rich throaty sound of a black woman spilling out the blues the way they should be sung pours smooth like oil, liquid, velvety soft. She knows what she sings. Her voice wraps around ...read more

by Somerset Tullius

Gwendolyn Brooks Throughout history poetry has acted as a constant way for writers to express themselves in a deeper, more pure, way. Poetry has the amazing tendency to creep through the system and reach the streets in ...read more

by Melanie Farquer

Quicksilver Blues Even Quicksilver gets the blues She takes a second to slow When she thinks too much She may realize There is too much knowledge to know Quicksilver loves but is not loved Her heart requires mor...read more

by Steven West

I'm feeling kind of down Because I have the blues. I'm going to leave this town That's yesterday's news. There's no point in staying. My girlfriend is gone. So what's the use of praying. I'm leaving at dawn. I...read more

by Marcus

Standing alone at 3 am on a moonless night. The dirt road lies ahead of me dirty and empty. The scorching air lingers around me. Dirt roads are all I can see. Ahead of me and behind me, to the left of me and to the ri...read more

by Donald Hancock

MISERY REPLACED "Misery loves company", or so they say. And Charlie was seeking company big time on that day Of his misery. What was his big pain? Olivia had dropped him flat. She liked Carlos better - He had a car! ...read more

by Sean Quinn

I cry at the drop of a hat, I cry because I'm fat. Oh yeah I've got the blues. The fat cankle blues. My arms are weak and flabby, My man breasts, big and saggy. Yeah I've got the blues. The fat cankle blues. ...read more

by j. de vera

i carry in my sleeve, tricks or trades of mental slavery; (but too soon i locked the door and swallowed my own key). lonely nests only in my head- so my head i carry on my neck. shoulders sloping a hill of regrets; ...read more

by Robert D. Twitchell

Hurt Pain and suffering cut like a knife. They're always there in a persons life. Pleasure and joy always go away. Whatever happened to the flowers in May? Birds soar free in the blue skies above. How come ther...read more

by London Calling

She Left She left when our love was new She broke clean out of love jail The little concrete room that I made for her in my heart I knew better I never gave her enough sunlight A beautiful bird like tha...read more

by Damon Jay Forbes

DROWNING SORROWS Pacify your raging senses relax and calm your shaking limbs grasp the sanctuary gifted in-stowed in the translucent liquid within every hour differs in content each mood a change from the last n...read more

by C E Goulden

"Blue's Silhouette" I can't hold enough of this blue beginning A brand new day is dawning and the sun pours in The winds tug; weaves in and out of, quaking leaves of trees and bouncy twigs fill with wings;...read more

by Ashtar Eloheim

moods so blue that I lost my cool. The moment was so rude,and I just wanted to live within my negative thoughts. all I could think about was the negative, I wasn't paying attention to the positive outcome. Life have f...read more

by The Rain King

I'm alone here In this old dull building I'm trapped inside its walls Something majestic, and something free I daydream about one A preacher's daughter I sort of know She's beautiful I'm sure I wake up alone I ...read more

by Tyron Thornton

My heart is feeling like It just pumped too much blood in my Aorta. Well love lost, sort of. I lost my patience with love. Sometimes I feel like love do not have a clue, and that's when I start to experience those...read more

by David Wood

Pray tell me sir is this an age music sound were to here a distant drum from bassoon was music was so clear and yet the tone that my ear here is piercing b sharp music ro...read more