1. Blue Winter - written by Robert Francis
Read 1050 times on American Poems.

Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how... (Read full poem)

The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
Our ships, planes, wars are perfectly... (Read full poem)

3. Deep Water - written by Ron Rash
From Raising the Dead. Published in 2002. Read 764 times on American Poems.

The night smoothes out its black tarp,
tacks it to the sky with stars.
Lake waves slap the bank, define
a shoreline as one man casts
his seine into the unseen,
lifts the net's pale bloom, lets spill
of threadfin fill the live well.
Soon that squared... (Read full poem)

There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows 
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows 
No more its airy visions of pure joy -- 
As when you were a boy.

There was a cherry-tree. The Bluejay sat 
His blue against its white -- O blue as jet 
He... (Read full poem)

5. Consummation Of Grief - written by Charles Bukowski
Read 3716 times on American Poems.

I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
up and down their blue sides
and down in the water
the fish cry
and the water 
is their tears.
I listen to the water
on nights I drink away
and the sadness becomes so great
I hear it in my clock
it... (Read full poem)

IF we were such and so, the same as these,
maybe we too would be slingers and sliders,
tumbling half over in the water mirrors,
tumbling half over at the horse heads of the sun,
tumbling our purple numbers.
  
Twirl on, you and your satin blue.
Be... (Read full poem)

7. The Blue Scarf - written by Amy Lowell
From Sword Blades & Poppy Seed. Read 2006 times on American Poems.

Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered 
over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes,
it lies there,
Warm from a woman's soft shoulders, and my fingers close on it, 
caressing.
Where... (Read full poem)

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and... (Read full poem)

9. The Sleepers - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems. Published in 1959. Read 3375 times on American Poems.

No map traces the street
Where those two sleepers are.
We have lost track of it.
They lie as if under water
In a blue, unchanging light,
The French window ajar

Curtained with yellow lace.
Through the narrow crack
Odors of wet earth rise.
The snail... (Read full poem)

is by admitting 
or opening away. 
This is the simplest form 
of current: Blue 
moving through blue; 
blue through purple; 
the objects of desire 
opening upon themselves 
without us; the objects of faith. 
The way things work 
is by solution,... (Read full poem)

11. Nuclear Winter - written by Edward Nobles
From Through One Tear. Published in 1997. Read 565 times on American Poems.

When the sky fell, the earth turned blue.
The trees, the tenements, the cars and buses
soaked up the sky and changed from outside in, in color,
to blue. The children ran frantically in adult directions. My wife,
dressed fashionably in blue, took my... (Read full poem)

Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up
Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain,
blue gulfs of earnestness, and Gertrude
sucks it up, swilling Mel's sincerity --
Makes me want to haul off and retch my speech
about the dew, dissolve... (Read full poem)

13. The Nude Swim - written by Anne Sexton
From The Love Poems. Read 9905 times on American Poems.

On the southwest side of Capri
we found a little unknown grotto
where no people were and we
entered it completely
and let our bodies lose all
their loneliness.

All the fish in us
had escaped for a minute.
The real fish did not mind.
We did not... (Read full poem)

Streaks of green and yellow iridescence,
Silver shiftings,
Rings veering out of rings,
Silver -- gold --
Grey-green opaqueness sliding down,
With sharp white bubbles
Shooting and dancing,
Flinging quickly outward.
Nosing the... (Read full poem)

15. Each small gleam was a voice, - written by Stephen Crane
From War is Kind & Other Lines. Published in 1899. Read 2511 times on American Poems.

Each small gleam was a voice,
A lantern voice --
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
A chorus of colours came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was elsewhere a... (Read full poem)

Your picture smiles as first it smiled,
The ring you gave is still the same,
Your letter tells, O changing child,
No tidings since it came.

Give me an amulet
That keeps intelligence with you,
Red when you love, and rosier red,
And when you love... (Read full poem)

17. Fragmentary Blue - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire. Published in 1923. Read 5257 times on American Poems.

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)--
Though some savants make... (Read full poem)

She looks out in the blue morning
and sees a whole wonderful world
she looks out in the morning
and sees a whole world

she leans out of the window
and this is what she sees
a wet rose singing to the sun
with a chorus of red bees

she leans out of... (Read full poem)

19. Stravinsky's Three Pieces - written by Amy Lowell
From Men, Women and Ghosts. Read 1647 times on American Poems.

First Movement
Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
Drawing sound out and out
Until it is a screeching thread,
Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,
It hurts.
Whee-e-e!
Bump!  Bump!  Tong-ti-bump!
There are drums here,
Banging,
And wooden shoes... (Read full poem)

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed 
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who... (Read full poem)

21. Loon Point - written by Amy Lowell
From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. Read 2280 times on American Poems.

Softly the water ripples
Against the canoe's curving side,
Softly the birch trees rustle
Flinging over us branches wide.
Softly the moon glints and glistens
As the water takes and leaves,
Like golden ears of corn
Which fall from loose-bound... (Read full poem)

Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter;
Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad;
Hebe's arms were rather whiter;
Languorous-lidded Helen had

Eyes more blue than e'er the sky was;
Lalage's was subtler stuff;
Still, you used to think that I was
Fair... (Read full poem)

23. Water Music - written by Robert Creeley
Read 2732 times on American Poems.

The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

Water music,
loud in the clearing

off the boats,
birds, leaves.

They look for a place
to sit and eat--

no meaning,
no point.(Read full poem)

How many million Aprils came
 Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
 A bed of squills, how blue!

And many a dancing April
 When life is done with me,
Will lift the blue flame of the flower
 And the white flame of the tree.

Oh burn... (Read full poem)

25. Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service - written by T.S. Eliot
From Poems. Published in 1920. Read 4094 times on American Poems.

Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.

The Jew of Malta.

POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE
The sapient sutlers of the Lord
Drift across the window-panes.
In the beginning was the Word.

In the beginning was the Word.
Superfetation of ,
And... (Read full poem)