Best Green Eyed Poems
In winter’s grasp, an aging woman stands
Emerald eyes like jewels gleam
Slightly touched by the passing of time
But a lifetime etched 'pon her wrinkled hands.
Her pressured youth has long passed
Yet grace and compassion are retained
Wisdom gained through joys and tears
Reflected in those eyes pine-green untamed
Shamrock eyes, deep stories they hold
Many sheltered secrets remain
Tales of love and loss will forever bind
Her heart to truth that is tamed
Behind those eyes, a universe unfolds
A journey filled with triumph, joy and fears
Like ancient trees, their roots forever hold
Essence of her dreams throughout the years
When awakened by a golden sunrise call
and birds announcing spring upon my sill...
I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl
of green enchantment, dressing every hill !
It painted twigs of every leaf and bough
and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping
Spreading news that spring is here, and now
is how a world renews our spirits, sinking
Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds
and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping
She kissed the leaves before the summer's red
And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping !
Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill
of green that dresses keen on every hill
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For "It's Spring, Show Me The Green" Contest: 3/21/15
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"
Romance is in the
reflections of the
steely green-eyed
time stolen and framed
bars to freedom
champagne dreams remain
the prisoner’s heart ignominious
kept safely in a treasure box
poetry lies laconic in the lap
kept criminally magnanimous
a hand gently caresses
a missing mind
pulling out unheard
singular words
famished and ravenous wings
flying off the transponding
power lines
black-feather quilled
screaming
a life sentence
singular words
sautéed in three lines
missing in milky moonlight
softly floats spectral
room to room mute
engaging the unaware
passing through
all the eternal years
damned alongside
all the voiceless hosts
tapping fingers like a ghost
S.O.S. morse code
on windows glassed over
lackadaisical and frosted cold
on the outside
we dance Munch mime
trapped in the
History of a Wasted Mind
solitary and confined
'til death do us part
dark and stormy vilified
electric veined
cold silver heart
feigning tame
kept on a dangling chain
a pendant looping
like an aerial display
haunting blue sky’s
moth-life tiger coiled
sabre toothed
calculating and refined
Romance is held hostage
in the reflections of
the steely-green eyed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Me Time” / Paloma Faith
https://youtu.be/8YXudiBR1oY
https://www.navy.gov.au/aircraft/de-havilland-tiger-moth
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_tiger_moth
~The Green Eyed Lad~
Nah Then, I’d like to spin you a yarn and weave a story for you to enjoy
It’s about a lad I know and I would have liked to have met as a boy
He is well traveled and I believe well read
His family worldwide they now seem to have spread.
Age is there now and his maturity abounds,
A deep sense of fun though is still around.
His eyes are green even though I’ve not seen
He says they are fading, but I bet they still gleam.
We have never met we are miles apart.
But I don’t have to see him for him to capture my heart
He has a deep affection for the place of his birth
He writes with a skill a longing and mirth.
It would have been nice to play up Wingate Nick
Share spice, have fun, and then take the mick.
We could have made up such fanciful fables
But we can’t go back or wish no, no one is able.
And round Heber’s Ghyll and perhaps Sugar Hill
At the bottom of which the Post Office is still.
His words that soothe and manipulate my senses
Upbuilding and mindful, no need for defenses.
If ?we met for a dinner He’s say “Get yourself outside of that” I think…
Because that’s the way they speak, they are violets that don’t shrink
It would have been fun to meet him weaving and plying his trade
Bought up with the clickerty clack that the weaving looms made.
But time passes us by and at too great a speed
Events mold our lives how they want, and not how we need
So to this green eyed lad I say thanks for being there
You know who you are, it's up to you if you share….
©~GG~ 17/08/2012
Not easy to do as I have had twenty-five pets
I wish I was exaggerating but I am not.
The sweetest cat ever was Tommy Van Lets.
He was an escape artist, rarely ever caught.
He would be gone for days, coming home in the rain.
Discovered how to make a mama cry that woke me up.
He was my gentle green eyed guy, nuzzled like a train.
Loved him every second until I could not any more.
High school lad I was tutoring ran over Tommy one night.
Thinking it was hilarious, showing off, which brought me to tears.
Sadly, it was his grand way of pushing me away.
Helping him too much, and he, immature, for his years.
That sweet kitty baby used to sit in this lad’s lap.
Cuddling while I explained his English and math due.
I have not forgotten this betrayal or sadness of this child.
I guess he was pushing away my soft angel kitty too.
Written 9-27-2019
Contest: Favorite Pet
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
I called them monsters,
Green eyed ogres
These writers
Full of mediocre.
Some slam what they do not understand
Praising the most bad poetic verses
For the sake of reciprocation
I detest these writers lacking converses.
Green eyed monsters they are
I don’t care what they think of me
Green eyed ogres full of crap
I don’t care I am free!
She searched beneath flashing green neon signs
advertising cheap rooms for rent - ten by the hour.
She prowled - her vision sharpest in the night
Celadon eyes of a feral cat, out searching for her Tom.
Sufficient suspicions surfaced in a splenetic jaded mind
fed with juicy scraps and morsels of hearsay.
Jealousy grew in truculent shades of green,
to a height taller than a forest of giant spruce and pine.
Trust be damned, an evil spell cast upon her heart.
Neon blinks painted emerald stripes across her distorted face.
Possessed, she ripped her dress and screamed his name.
Pounded on doors painted in deep verdant hue
all closed to the night's vulgar rantings.
Flashing lights, blue and red, a door finally opened.
Tears fell from green crystalized eyes
black mascara streaked down each cheek
a beast-like mask of caustic emotions.
Caged - the 'Green Eyed Monster' - locked away
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March 1st, 2016
Green Contest: Silent One
When green-eyed jealousy asserts her will
and apologies flounder in her wake;
promiscuity's no longer a thrill.
You can't avoid the acid tears that spill,
and beg for forgiveness, for pity's sake;
when green-eyed jealousy asserts her will.
When subtle looks adopt an autumn chill,
and nights become impossible to take;
promiscuity's no longer a thrill.
Insults get exchanged with uncanny skill,
and your future happiness is at stake;
when green-eyed jealousy asserts her will.
If you find you need a drink or a pill,
and you're afraid your heart's going to break;
promiscuity's no longer a thrill.
Accusing words get increasingly shrill;
berating you for every past mistake.
When green-eyed jealousy asserts her will,
promiscuity's no longer a thrill.
I had some extra green paint
Oh what can I do to make her faint
So a dabbed a bit down below
When in the room she came for a blow
I yelled
Green-eyed monster is waiting to show
She fainted
Notes:
ok ok I saw so many poems with this topic, I said what the hell, why not!
Indubitably there is one emotion
By the time I feel its first nettle
I am at the point of explosion
It is already too late to settle
I become immediately apoplectic
Before the green-eyed monster
Is validated as authentic
Thus exaggerating it asunder
I find this is so flabbergasting
My face turns red and I glower
Jealousy for me is most suggesting
That my sanity has been devoured
May 5, 2018
Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection.
Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple.
Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention.
Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble.
Take away this wretched knife in my side.
A knife that twist with every incantation.
Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides.
Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance!
This tires me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole.
Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap.
As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul,
I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets.
As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived.
Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled.
Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived.
Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.
Silly me, walk up to hubby
Lady with him walks away
Oh, that lurid creature lurks
In the depth of my soul
It tries to make me act like a fool
Best to smile, walk away, and not to drool
I’ll be cool, they’re the fool
This Green-Eyed Monster is no fool
By: Eve Roper 12/12/2014
Contest: The Green-Eyed Monster
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
“You disgust me,
You Trump wanna be!
How can you even look yourself in the mirror
You’re a worthless - minus - less than zero
Get out of my sight and don’t return at my feet
Until your pointless life is rewritten with conceit
You’re a born winner, don’t accept defeat
Ego is the number one cause of all deceit?!
So what if you’re loathed or despised by some
Your deeds will be greater than their collective sum
You were born poor and you’ll die likewise
Unless you get the green to buy your paradise
My purpose is to ensure the continued balance
Between love, envy and an appetite for opulence
I’ll not rest until your blood is dyed a deep green
And your soul is completely consumed by greed
And all the riches and successes you can gather
I’ll take for my own glory - so why even bother?
Do you get that, mister?”
'Yes Master!'
09-06-2015
SKAT A’s Jealousy Contest
Last year you were looking as good friends
yet today i feel that you're bringing up troubles
a baby with a green eye
was born in japan
grown up in your mind
feeding of your dark side
tell me why the hate
is taking up your smile
why don't you just offer him a flower
of a yellow color
you can't take away what he deserves
if you are jealous try to be the best
Green Eyed Monster - A Love Story
So, I headed home to me flat from a hard day’s night
Working in the coal mines for a quid or two
“Just outside Londondary”, me says, when some busy body inquires
I goes right home to find me bed
Right quick and fast since I’m exhausted
I finds me ugly gal Sal with some guy there
Doing some unkind deeds upon me pillow
That I can’t rightly explain right here and now
Being a gentlemanly kinda fellow that I am and seeing red
I says to Sal, “Watcha doing deary?!” “What’s that in me bed?”
She says, “Nuffin love.” “I just finished the wash and found this bloke in here
And I’m all flustered, and as surprised as you.”
As a rule me complexion is as white as these sheets once were
I becomes hysterical, flushed and weird and fumbles for me gun
“Where’s me bullets deary!” I query of the misses.
But she’s as quiet as a mouse.
Now I’m in a frenzy and frothing at the mouth
“Don’t let me get me belt out or a knife!” I yells out to the wife
“Let’s keep it nice and easy!”
I finds the bullets, fills the chambers, shoots in their direction
I missed them both
But halted the copulation or repopulation
Which ever comes first
Created on 11/25/14 for “The Green Eyed Monster” – Poetry Contest