Tag: blue

BLUE AND GREEN EYES

June 6, 2024

In depths of blue, a sapphire gleam,
Where oceans dance in sunlit dream.
A splash of green, an emerald spark,
A forest whispers in the dark.

Two worlds entwined, a mystic hue,
Where skies and seas forever woo.
A brushstroke soft, a teardrop’s trace,
A universe reflected in this space.

They hold the secrets of the dawn,
When light first kissed the world, newborn.
The wisdom whispered by the moon,
The shadows dancing in the noon.

Oh, eyes of blue and verdant green,
A tapestry where dreams convene.
I lose myself within your gaze,
In endless depths of emerald haze.

So let me wander, lost and free,
In galaxies that bloom in thee.
For in your eyes, my world is found,
A paradise on sacred ground.

I’d Love You To Want Me

May 21, 2024

When I saw you standin’ there
I ’bout fell out my chair
And when you moved your mouth to speak
I felt the blood go to my feet

Now it took time for me to know
What you tried so not to show
Somethin’ in my soul just cries
I see the want in your blue eyes

Baby
I’d love you to want me
The way that I want you
The way that it should be, mmm
Baby
You’d love me to want you
The way that I want to
If you’d only let it be

You told yourself years ago
You’d never let your feeling show
The obligation that you made
For the title that they gave

 

‘O Sole Mio’

April 24, 2014

What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The serene air after a thunderstorm
The fresh air, and a party is already going on…
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

When night comes and the sun has gone down,
I start feeling blue;
I’d stay below your window
When night comes and the sun has gone down.

But another sun,
that’s brighter still
It’s my own sun
that’s in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It’s in your face!
It’s in your face!

Blue

April 13, 2014

Blue 

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Marketing/Media Writer, Strategist and Consultant

 

Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
nape boy-wide.Glinting hairs
shoot back of your ears’ Rose
that tongues like to feel
the maze of, slip into the funnel,
tell a thunder-whisper to.
When I kiss, your eyes’ straight
lashes down crisp go like doll’s
blond straws.Glazed iris Roses,
your lids unclose to Blue-ringed
targets, their dark sheen-spokes
almost green.I sink in Blue-
black Rose-heart holes until you
blink.Pink lips, the serrate
folds taste smooth, and Rosehip-
round, the center bud I suck.
I milknip your two Blue-skeined
blown Rose beauties, too, to sniff
their berries’ blood, up stiff
pink tips.You’re white in
patches, only mostly Rose,
buckskin and saltly, speckled
like a sky.I love your spots,
your white neck, Rose, your hair’s
wild straw splash, silk spools
for your ears.But where white
spouts out, spills on your brow
to clear eyepools, wheel shafts
of light, Rose, you are Blue.