Best Grass Up Poems

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the...

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Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
            ...

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There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…

seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape 
of sun-raptured...

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She Touched The Water

My muse
touched the waters
of a spring fed river
She had a special gift to deliver
Releasing the inspiration 
from deep within her
She said “...

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between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint...

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I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord...

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Long slender tendril of mist in the morning
snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering,
endlessly,
searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose,
without direction, without destination.
It fades like a...

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GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green...

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Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote...

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“and the birds twitter like whispering violins”
Quote by – Constance La France

Whiffs of fragrant breeze propagate tranquility
Kissing delicate roses, blushing amber beauty,
Rustling leaves of willows,...

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In my silent sanctuary,
my poetic garden blooms like sun kissed seeds,
carefully placed under a quilt of soil,
sprinkled with holy water.

In the vividness of morning mist,
spring...

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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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One leaf fell from a tall, tall tree
and subtly kissed gnarled roots beneath;
a lover’s kiss below sunned-sheath 
of greenest leaves, a jubilee.  

One spiraling...

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If God gives me tomorrow
I'll try to stop crying
unlike this dark night
where I fear that I'm dying

If He gives me tomorrow
I'll let go of today
I'll...

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