Poems about green


№ 1206309

Your green eyes

Let me have
A last look
At your green horizon
Take me in your dream
To Warsaw and beyond
Before I fall asleep,
With a smile on my lips.

eyes,  green.

Author: Ocean Blue
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1206047

The Boy with the Green Eyes, Part 2.

When I see her,
The floodgates open,
And my heart closes.
I still haven't spoken.

When you kiss her,
You smile.
I can't help but cry;
I taste strong bile.

You hug her tight,
Her forehead against your lips.
She loves you, I can see that,
But my eyes remain fixed.

I know I should stop writing about you,
But I can't make up my mind.
You're taken, I realize that
But you're perfect, your features defined.

I should look away
When you sit next to us,
But I can't help myself.
I'll tell you at dusk.

My words could ruin this,
And make things strange,
But I'll give it a try,
Even if it makes me deranged.

It'll hurt, when you say no,
And I'll cry anyway.
And maybe, if seeing you every day is too unbearable,
I'll fly away.

I'm not sure how you
Make me feel this way,
But it's bad, and
I know I should hide away.

Are these tears really worth my pain?
Will I really win this game?

boy,  eyes,  green.

Author: Amanda Michaels
Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205217

Green-Starred Trellis (and you)

In this dream I stood at
The gated entrance to the
Way we used to be, a
Green trellis shaped like
A star and the old house
Where we were so often
Was boarded up. I wanted
To call and ask you to lunch
But we had just been on the
Biggest journey and it occurred
To me that you needed to rest
So I stood at that entrance until
The dream

green,  starred,  trellis.

Author: brooke
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204959

Green Gills

I'm petering out,
The afterburners already kicked in
Fueled to the last drop, doubt
Taking over my eyes
When I see this small world
From the big skies
Crocidial smiles and alligator grins
Trying to lure a fool in
But I'm a picese, I can swim
Gills filled to the brim with green
All I want is that cash, that greed
If love and laughter can't fuel me
Fill the tank with money.

gills,  green.

Author: Daniel Magner
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204597

GREEN Chapter One

As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Olive as she sped past by the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7: 55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Olive got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skinned man. "Hello sir how may I help you? " asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level.
After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel Stone Wall. "Hello Jewel how are you? " asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. " "I'm doing great Olive. What's up? " answered Jewel Stone Wall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday? " asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel asked "Is the day Friday already? " "Yeah girl what day did you think it was? " responded Olive. "To tell you the Truth Olive I thought the day was Thrusday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive.
Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stone Wall her childhood friend.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

chapter,  green.

Author: Keith Edward Baucum
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1203324

Green splatters, a hint

They sprouted more than flew, and
There were quite a few, possibly dozens —
Though, looking back, I always do
Tend to exaggerate such incidents.

Anyway, this aphid swarm of grassy
Greens decided to make me home,
And my chest crawled with specks, while
I waited for a bus to St. Peter's.

They could have been splattered "as if's"
Spat from the mouths of hungry sparrows,
Taken mid-swallow with a guffaw at
This tourist dressed in DayGlo.

I might've gotten the omen, but
Intuition wouldn't surrender its clues
How to shoo insect guests attracted
By a coincidental cloth.

Perhaps they were meant as subtle hints —
An eternal city keeps its own agenda.

green,  hint,  splatters.

Author: Francis Scudellari
Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1199268

In The Congo Green Forest

Full of
Tasty fruits
Calm down
Aggressive mode of
Silverback gorilla
In the
Congo green forest

congo,  forest,  green.

Author: Stu Harley
Date: 28/03/2020

№ 1197692

Hope left on the green

You wrapped in sea of negative
Lost in deep in your own greedy
Bridges that were burned
A heart that can't be replaced
The idea of logic that is so far gone
Your path all ready paid
The hands that are stained with green
In end you will be alone stuck on other side of the broken bridge.

green,  hope,  left.

Author: kenny Diamond
Date: 26/03/2020