Green
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what a sight to behold,
your loving green eyes in the soft morning light.
i could reminesce for hours on end
upon the moments i have fallen deeper,
deeper into an unending love.
Frost encumbered
yet sitting in the sun
the green grass glows.
Beautiful to the world
but look inside,
its heart froze.
I see a green tree
I think of her
I see a green Starbucks straw
I think of her
I see a green road sign
I think of her
I bite down on my pencil
My teeth are gooey
The gum blood falls in the Union Square community compost
I spit out cinnamon chewing gum
(My molars are missing)
The kale expired
It’s yellow now
“Click...Clack” the heels hit the ground at a rhythm. Hiss!!! The snakes glare forward with their heads held high each wearing designer Ray-Ban sunglasses that shimmer in the sun.
Brain, test.
Lunch break, yes.
Hustle to classes
Grades up, passes.
Thinking? No.
Keep up with the poetic flow.
What is green?
A Dream in green,
trying to recount a scene, a place that once was,
can't, is lost.
Can be found, but different.
an absence of time.
Resume when sense,
Brown dirt, brown bark, green leaves,
Sitting atop ruins
Covering the rotting past
I have found my own hideaway:
This Hundred Acre Wood.
To call my own.
Yes, it is far
the greens of the world are around you,
in the traces of your palms,
intertwining cohesively.
you are blinded with the vision of light drops of rain,
who don't compare to the oceans afar.
Green, white.
Wood wafts westward into my nasal wonder.
Beans crack and crumble away to dust
As the black lake of broken dreams
Boils into blight.
Creators crawl the clavier, clawing
A green leaf fell and
I stood up to catch it; My
breath was caught instead.
The wind managed to
blow breaths to push leaves beyond
The three arrows follow each other like a beagle chasing its tail
The blue reminds me of the sky before there
The letters on the front are a message to make the world a better place
Dearest Friend,
Lend me your branches,
that I may spend upon them
a sultry summer day
Enfold me in broad leaves
allow secretive breaths
to divulge the heartbeat of the forest
There is a room
Filled with plants
The sunshine makes an incredible bloom
There is a rooom
Filled with pots
Where growth occurs
The growth makes people bloom
There is a room
Small man, rushing manAlways wanting to cross the streetPedestrians pass him by faster than falling sand.The red light has him beat.
Often seen,Beneath all tree,Green feather fallen here.GentlyLyingCaringCryingBeneath all tree,Green feather here.
Her face as red as her name
As she screamed
YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HER!?
His blue eyes looked into hers
Baby, Baby no she is just green with envy of us
and our perfect purple baby
I look into his eyes and
See a fantasy world.
Filled with unique colors...
Colors not yet identified.
Shy sparks of blue
Hide beneath his smile.
They light up the sky
In the mind's eye, I can see naught but a raindrop,Reflecting an emerald world as, on a blade of grass, it is atop.
Back home all I saw was black.
Now I have traveled and where is the black?
To the lady in green holding her light proud,
I wave and she waves back
I have come to a land of fake, wack, lack but not black.
Temples, chapels, shrines and mosques All homes of Almighty Gods Whoever the hell has more might She prays to, for a life of love.She's tired of demons and the ghosts That possess her heart and soul
A variety of meaning green could bring
Objects, emotions, coloring
From the rolling green in Ireland hills
To bright stop lights, and dollar bills
It is moss growing on the side of a slimy rock
next to the pond outside of my house.
It is the color of rich vegetation
springing from bacteria and grime lining the earth.
"The sun was an angry little pinhead."
If the body is a temple, mine has been
sacked.
The sky's cruel torch forgot me
on its way across the sky.
Raising sons full of ire,
Restraint is no longer their friend.
With news, IT builds a fire.
In only destruction it will end.
You did this, you did that,
Three hundred years of accusation.
Yesterday, your eyes were green.
They were a subtle green, the color of a springtime meadow at dawn.
They were the color of hope; the color of trying again.
Your leafless soul
It clings to me as
Ivy might grace
A burdened home.
Entwined, we are,
In mossy grandeur
That shelters those
Who seek solace
In emerald canopies.
Rakish reflections pass from an
Aging streetlight to grace your cheek;
The soft touch of that fragile golden glow
Compliments the green looking back at me
The smell of smoke is fast asleep
Green eyes stare back into mineand time becomes lostWe talk under starshineThough tomorrow we'll pay the cost
I like green apple jolly ranchers, and I am different
I told them
I yearned for him to pick me out
To see me as separable
Identifiable
I did not enjoy the glorified blue raspberry
Hell no
I could live without,
but I don't want to.
I couldn't start my day right,
and my nights wouldn't be the same.
The heat wouldn't run through my veins,
not through me at all.
Life would drag,
all write on the living
and not much of the dead
on a garden of fully grown
big, gigantic and enormous trees
trees of full green leaves
are what is written about
E! was I Green
Someone painted me in Red
I lost my naturalness
Giving rise to artifice
I was posted
On a manmade web
Alterations had I gone threw
I don't know what color his eyes are.
I know that they're somewhere between
blue and green and gray
but I cannot say exactly
I have memorized every detail of him.
I could map out his chest and
I have always loved the ocean. Blue, vast, and inviting, just like your eyes. My eyes are the color of the deep, green land. The land always grows with beautiful, exciting colors of comfortable change.
Green is the sound he makes when you spin him around high in the air. Green is the trees he climbs on. Green is the grass when he rolls down the hill. Green is when he asks you to join him. Green is when you say yes.
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
Glossy green marbleClicks beneath heels of black bootsThe sun glints through stained glassGlowing colorsGlass storiesPainted picturesEmerald light shines brightly upon my face
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
They say money doesn't grow on trees,
And I never argued
For I have never seen Benjamin,
Ulysses,
Andrew,
Alexander,
Abraham,
Nor George
Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.
The girl lies on a cot --
The girl with hauntingly beautiful green eyes.
With nothing but a battered baby blanket to cover her emaciated body.
Her feet peek out from beneath the sheet, bloody and broken,
She painted with green tintEndless strokes on every canvasFocus detailed upon every lineEvoking emotions that are endlessShe painted with green tintbecause it was the color of his eyes,
Black smoke looms over the horizon
Ignored by the world around.
The people instead look at the sun,
Ideally, there, hope is found.
The elephant in the room
No one wants to mention.
A lofty tower looming above the others
A tall man who sticks up above the rest in a crowd
A tree rising above the shrubs in the mighty forest
My nail polish is chipping, andI wonder if the walls of myinsides are the same colorof sea greenbecause I feel a little sick,because I feel the paint peeling,piece by piece,my false peace in pieces.
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
She was a hurricane
a tempest so true
so strong and indestructible
blowing through existence
and soaking everyone
in her way
day by day
more fell wounded
from her rage
Little girl, dressed in white
Sleeping in her room so tight
Unaware of what is wrong
As the world moves forward on
Until one day, a dorr gaped wide
Where walls before had stood with pride.
What do you call this?
Oh I’m sorry it’s your room.
Had me fooled I thought it was a dump.
Have you ever thought of picking up your clothes?
Your garbage?
WOOOOE I know I know,
I sound crazy right.
Very vague are the
Various viscous
Vibrations volleying
With vast
Motorizing strength,
The blasting of the
Motor
To the best bang
Of engine blinding
The eye with
Reduce;
Because, let's face it, we've gotten all too big.
The Earth is huge
but we make a difference,
we're making her sick.
Reuse;
Because sometimes our trash isn't trash,
I believe in fairy tales so hopefully happiness can cure my soulI'm waiting on the Christmas bells praying Santa doesn't bring me coalI'm praying for Santa to give me those green eyes of happiness
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Green, greed.
Four is greater than three worked for,
Trade away morals for more.
Green, go.
Fastened and fast,
But sooner lessened and last.
Green, grow.
Along the rolling hills
there are a vast number of wind mills
producing power for all
with electricity standing tall
free is this electricity
which comes from such simplicity
this is my ulitmate goal
Since when does being green give someone permission to be mean?
It shouldn't and I know because I come from a school where being green is cool
and anyone who isn't is seen as a fool.
Impatiently sulking through dismal days A wretched state of dour contemplationSeeing only drab shades of darkest graysCaged in cyclical self-lamentation Imprisoned in humankind’s austere wallsConsoled by a primitive ambition Pacing madly about thr
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Two lights in his eyes, so beautiful, i praise him for it is he i can never despise.
The beauty of his green iris, spread through my soul, like the most potent virus.
A break in the norm
Traditions broken
Patterns erased
Different, unexpected, new, life
Up or down, left or right, they are no longer options
This a new beginning, a new time
We watched
As timid little cities
Filled their bellies
Full of brown and coal black
The air, a muddled mess
The bees, on verge of collapse
The fish, caught in the wires we spun…
Here I stand in the hills of green
Surrounded by the mountains and all the streams
I hope to God that others may see the beauty
Of the earth that is our home
Tell me how can we believe in green
I looked into your eyes.The green-grey that keptme wondering about what will become of us.I will forever stare into your eyes,and never dare to look away -because that way, our looks will
Most days I’m a bashful pink.
Blushing and shy.
Constantly hidden.
Then I become a ruthless sea green.
Leave me
As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host.
Rain falls upon your dripping locks.
Blood pools around your sodden feet;
Or is it rain?
No one knows.
My grave is not marked.
Dark, my limbs struggle through There is nothing to prove That the emptiness around me Isn't empty Where does it end? Where do I begin?
The World ending in Fire,
or perhaps in Ice,
Possibly Darkness,
Maybe Light.
The Fires of Passion.
Glaciers of Hatred.
The Fear of Darkness.
Light of Acceptance.
Caring eyes
Gentle face
Indistinguishable of any race
Always trying
Always prying
for the truth
Confidant and lover
Wonderful and serene
We obsess together about all that is green
What is this white cap I wear
That makes everyone stare,
When I can down the green crown
Of liberty to set everyone free?
