Blue Lady Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Blue Lady
Womb impregnated again:
Of the one I loved the most,
As I loved her all the time,
With my passions, dreams
And with my thoughts.
She presented me a pearl
By my incessant love o'er her,
As I gazed at the pearl
It glitted like a Diamond
In the surface of a white cloth.
Our pearl was blue, a blue sapphire,
Like the colour of my lover.
I coudn't stash that diamond,
In the citadel of struggles.
When obsteperous hunger thrusted me,
To sell its worth to an unknown man
For ornate his thoughts.
My lover didn't utter a word,
As she was dumb.
She held my hand all the time
As she was blind.
But she lost her elegance,
With my incessant thoughts
By my insane dreams
And by my imposed passions
On her innocent soul,
She lost her colour and shape soon.
That intended me to behind a new lover.
To shape my thoughts.
To own new pearls again.
But I'll never forget her.
The one I loved the most
As she was my sweet quill,
Who moulded my thoughts into words,
And presented me a lot of pearls.
Your poems has very great meaning and keep it up for your nice work
it seems we all end up collecting pearls from lost love! ! The poor pearl collectors! liked it
it seam that u have touched the love.and your loving dreams r highli dreaming 4 your lover............ keep growing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
How to start and what to say this poem is simply superb. It contains lot of lines which I treasure as I can't measure the worthiness of the poem. 'Obsteperous hunger thrusted me, To sell its worth to an unknown man For ornate his thoughts.' Directly speaking about a lover but certainly it has much more. A hidden element, a mystic nature of the poem made me to remember poems of William Blake. Great Going. I am simply carried away by the Plethora of feelings by the time I finished reading the poem. A sudden rush of feeling gushed from heart. I thank my fellow poet with my humble regards. I marvel at the poem and so is about the creator of the poem. If got to grade A****** is the rating...
A pearl of a poem love the core of our being youth at its best, Moulded my thoughts into words, And presented me a lot of pearls. nice to read...regards
A pearl of a poem with lasting memories of youth, love is always the core of our being, nice to read...regards
Fantastic, no one forgets their first love. If you have yet to find your 'quill' then I hope you find the best one for you!
But I'll never forget her, As she was my sweet quill, (I like the two lines. This is good writting keep it up!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 4:10:06 AM # 1.0.0
Wonderful! Still seeking for your pearl? An oyster will open up to reveal its beauty inside, when it is ready...not forced. Go well