Best Bottle Green Poems

Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and...

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I’m watching my surroundings
And I don’t know what to do
The world is coming to an end
And I’m trying to warn you.

I’m writing you a message
Which...

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OUTSIDE THE CITY

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,  
I take a silent breath and walk a little slow, 
The cottage I live in...

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Both you and I breathe the ocean, inhaling the waves, 
With each surf passing through our lungs
we are immersed and each verse of our life...

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Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine...

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I was sat ordinarily at my broad, modern grey desk, wearing my normal bottle-green cotton dress because my mother liked it enough to let me...

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On an early morning walk of coffee and salt
under a sullen sky filled with the tridents of wings,
I add my footprints beside a blowsy sea...

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Create Life Colour Me
Once upon a barren time, in the days of silent film
Colour code gene was lacking, across the whole wide world
Everything was blackybobs,...

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Once upon a time, in the days of silent film
Colour was banned in the whole wide world
Everything was black, white and grey
Black was night and...

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In the shadow of Avalon
where the sweet tangle imparts its loamy scent
as the dew chills on the blades
and trembling grows the aspen and oak
on the...

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Oceanward sail the yachts and liners,
a match stick flotilla in a green whirlpool bath
seen from the dizzying height of the cliff top.
Beside the lighthouse, ghostly...

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Eloquently serene

Reminds me of seas

Of aquamarine,

Peaceful solitude

Aids my dreams,

Of forested trees

In bottle green verdancy,

I create my dreams

In luminescent

Tangerine themes,

Warm is my heart

That is fired by...

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She showed me her bicycle
With considerable pride
The wheels were red
With specks of black in-between
Handle bars in bottle green
As she sped away, little did 
She know...

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How sunlight turns everything green – 
emerald grass on the headland, 
bottle-green of undergrowth and shadow, 
verdigris of shallow water in the cove, 
moss-green of...

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Sonnet. 
I touched upon a dream perfectly chorographic 
as a ballet troupe of sardines avoiding predators.
A dance where no one applauds and everyone 
is a...

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