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Heidi Franke Jun 2
I looked up
This morning
Before
the globe
Of life lifted from
The dark horizon

The passengers
In the sky
Began to announce
Their arrival
With frosting
Dressing the gray floaters
Tipping a hat to the mistress sun

As do the yellow roses
That glow in the darkest
Of green along the
Fence. Next to me.
Waking up.

One only knows
The presence of the days beginning
By these clouds
These flowers
And the black capped chickadee
Announcing all clear
See-see dearee
All threats are gone.
Hasrat May 15
With ages we reunite,
And the mercy never dies,
Yet these folks are reckless filthy,
Wrapped with witty,
Legit have no pity,
On our lively city.

Perceiving the woodsman’s wrath ,
grabbing their axes and blades
To increase their sales and trades,
by annihilating our melodious forest tales, In the name of green earth day.
And still we say mercy never dies,
Though we have no sympathy left in us.

Oh Lord, Why has this gay green summer Turned into a grey echoed graveyard?
Where are the gleeful children gone, who once played hide & seek behind the whispering green?
The poem mourns the destruction of nature and exposes the irony of celebrating Earth Day while harming the environment. It highlights lost innocence, fading empathy, and the hypocrisy of modern society.
evangeline May 1
Emerald kisses
My Angel dreams in chartreuse
Love is in the Green
Dylan A Apr 17
What does sadness mean?
        Are you sad?
       I think, I am.
      What’s your favorite color?
     Green, like moss on wood after a drizzle.
    Do you miss him?
       Yes.
   That’s sadness.
   Are you sad?
The Wicca Man Apr 12
It was only the other day
when dawn arrived
and the sun stretched
and frost was on the ground
that I noticed
the tree outside my window,
still bare to the eye
from Winter’s grip,
had new buds
on her branches.

And today,
a mere few days later,
this same tree
is bursting with new green
as leaves unfold
from her once winter-dead branches.

You cannot imagine
my joy at how this simple thing
has lifted my spirits.
This is a real tree that grows outside my living-room window. I hope it also bring you joy.
Emery Feine Apr 6
I push my fear behind my eyes
Further back than I can see
My dream has been eaten by lies
But I am no fig tree

I'm an orange watching my brethren
Ants chewing on their rotting skin
Their future, I was supposed to share in
Their peel, greenish of sin

I'm watching a rotting fig tree
That I know someone must've seen before
I mouth her, she mouths me
Is this all I'm waiting for?

My future may be determined
A rotting orange is all it may be
I thought it was self-determined
But I am no fig tree.
"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip  of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
Ian K Mar 17
Everywhere I could be
your scent persists.
Vibrant.
Brissiling.
Blooming        out
to the edge of sight.
This bed of flowers that follows.
What fragrant colors
fill my day: Platinum, pale gold, indigo
as you linger on me,
rested in rich black
soil. So familiar
it seems a mirage.
I never cared for green,
For I was not a camera lens.
A colour, everywhere seen,
Making the environment intense.

In every scene, every shade,
I now find a glimpse of you.
Distances begin to fade,
When I feel the emerald view.

Now, I see it everywhere—
in the way ivy clings despite the weight,
in storms, and nowhere
Resting in its own shade.

I never knew I'd like green,
Til you showed it so serene.
I received a green heart!!!!
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