Gia Blue Poetry
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Gia Blue Poetry
@chanv-1111.bsky.social
I write little poems
out of the gray,
snow
softly, softly
November 30, 2025 at 4:03 AM
Ghost.
not even a whisper
I thought the earth moved when we touched
but you didn't feel a thing
not even a glimmer
I choke down words I want to say
I can't send anymore words
they sit in an empty room
dark, the door locked
you must really hate me
for trying to love you
October 15, 2025 at 3:11 PM
I want to believe
that i planted seeds in you -
scatterings of light in the dark underground
I want to believe
that tendrils are pushing through the earth
that when they meet the sun
a garden will appear
October 1, 2025 at 4:56 PM
you're in the wind
and I'm in the ground

you're the moon
and I'm the howl
September 8, 2025 at 2:25 AM
something made me think of you
just something small
a photo I saw
I wish I could send it
but I'm not brave enough anymore
I remember too well
the silence
words can be weapons
but so can the lack of them
August 27, 2025 at 6:45 PM
you were made of stone
and I,
of the softest skin
I tried to hold you
but it was cold, and hard
my tears a rain
you would not feel
August 13, 2025 at 4:18 AM
I lie here waiting
for the boomerang
for my love
to come back
July 18, 2025 at 12:36 AM
bombs bursting
bombs booming
bombs dropping
bombs in the sky
why
July 5, 2025 at 1:35 AM
An open flower is vulnerable,
but a closed bud is desolate.
July 4, 2025 at 1:30 AM
my bones feel
a summer storm coming
my skeleton
an inadequate shelter
for my heart
June 18, 2025 at 2:55 PM
back porch
sound of rain
every drop
a question
June 8, 2025 at 1:35 AM
Cottonwood snowfall
in May
I feel cold in the sunshine
they've all gone away
floating on the wind
where I can't follow
May 30, 2025 at 12:38 PM
every day a new horror
on the newsfeed
it surprises me
when walking,
that the rain still smells
the same
April 17, 2025 at 6:19 PM
you couldn't say
you loved me
but you used to take my hand in yours before we went to sleep,
and softly kiss it
April 16, 2025 at 12:51 AM
April
magnolia buds
but my bones are cold
April 5, 2025 at 12:50 PM
it's the small things that undo me
an older couple holding hands
while walking
March 27, 2025 at 2:36 PM
I saw a robin in the Walgreens parking lot
in the small strip of grass between concrete and rushing cars
I long for
a quiet forest
March 25, 2025 at 9:44 AM
I have loved many men
but
never like this
my softness still curling
against the impenetrable wall of your chest
March 23, 2025 at 11:46 PM
winter is over
the calendar says
but even the sun
cannot thaw
this cold wasteland
March 23, 2025 at 1:03 AM
wind blows as cold
as the barren fields between us
I hope you can feel the sunlight on your back
as you run
March 20, 2025 at 5:36 PM
high winds
dust from barren fields
gray sky
I keep walking
never finding you
March 16, 2025 at 10:00 AM
I saw a sign on a box car
I follow your tracks
they lead into the forest
I am a doe,
gently leading
March 13, 2025 at 1:07 PM
deep in the earth
in the cold and dark
the seed forgets
what she will become
March 10, 2025 at 1:35 PM
late winter snow
floats and melts
my dog and I walk
there is still softness
in this world
March 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM
I dreamed of him
we were at a baseball game
a ball hit me square in the chest
that is exactly how it feels
March 7, 2025 at 2:34 PM