Best Green Light Poems
To the tune of.. “These are a Few of my Favorite Things“.
Bass boomers spreading their mis’ry in traffic
Craving attention and driving me spastic,
Not caring an oodle for anyone else,
This **** will drive one to poor mental health!
Cops who ignore them and keep right on driving,
Passing we drivers who are suff’ring and sighing,
Speeding, ignoring all laws of the road ,
Why do they think they’re exempt from the code?!
That lady texting who’s climbing your bumper,
Foll’wing for miles, you’d sure like to dump her,
Getting so peeved I just ran a red light!…
But she’s hanging in there with all of her might!
Here comes a pick up and he’s really flying,
can’t push me over but he’s really trying,
sans blinkers he cut me in one single swoop,
You scraped my bumper you dang nincompoop!
Sweating and trying, for my place I’m vying,
Choking on gas fumes, ‘n some kid is crying
That lady just stopped for a friggin green light,
I screeched on my brakes and near died of fright!
That bass nut’s still booming, my blood pressure’s zooming,
That green light stopper’s picked this time for grooming
That texter’s horn behind me is starting to blow,
The light turned red and she thinks I should go!
These are a few of my least favorite things,
That I could avoid if I only had wings…
I commute 3 hours a day and this is just
a sample. : )
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white icelandic snow
beneath natural light show ~
emerald green shroud
Written 26 January 2020
For contest Nature themed haiku with color
approach a green light
reflection greeting my car
slivers of brightness
From root of spine till third eye,
a seamless energy band,
holding thus firm our focus,
signals we’re ready.
sweet yet sour,
eaten by the hour,
with pips or pip-less,
none the less scrumptious!
We have green we have red,
and when left to dry,
we can bake raisin bread...
but even better,
we make wine,
that when drunk,
makes us feel fine -
It makes us smile,
just for a little while,
before we collapse on our bed,
and wake up to dread,
the effect on our head!
Night is coming
Even though it already looks and feels of night
It isn't here yet
Gray veil covers the sky
Rain plays its sad tune
But pink flowers contrast green on Japanese Magnolia
Night is coming
Color blind person would not be able to see
The green leaves that are in contrast to the pink
Nor could they see the contrast between the white and green on the Bradford Pear
Night is coming
Rain increases it rhythm, the grayness in the forest deepens
A heaviness weighs upon my body making it uncomfortable to breath
The rain washes the pollen away for right now
Night is coming
Colorblindness would be a disadvantage for a person in many ways
Some of the beauty of spring would be lost
But they would probably notice shape and design more than someone who sees color
Night is coming
When the darkness covers over me then I won't be able to see how to write
This would be a great disadvantage in accomplishing finishing this work
The yellow green or banana yellow yard light has come on it light radiates outward
In the distance a very large tree reaches upward skeletal but has few spring green
tiny leaves that contrast the gray sky.
If I were color blind I would not see that.
Mom’s old Chrysler is the scourge of my life
driving it, this sedan makes me complain
forty meters on a ride, the wheels pop--
by that time, I miss the green light... again!
So I'm squatting like a fool on a byway
with prayers, the tow truck gets here real fast--
while counting a hundred 'go' lights blink on ;
my lacy dress spoils, my frail wits aghast!
To make matters worse, tonight's the great prom...
While above the green bulb, a poster reads,
" Is your auto worn-out? Here's an offer!
Get the new Chrysler where each ride succeeds!
Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Green Humor Rhymes, Old Or New For Prizes
1/16/2019 ~ Revised
A Green Light for the Veteran
By Franklin Price
11/11/2015
A Green Light for the veteran
Is something you should do
When on your house you show it
It shines a grateful glow from you
To remind the passersby
That you much appreciate
Sacrifices vets have given
Many met their final fate
Some gave their all to keep us free
A green bulb we should light
Show in your house remembrance of
Those who served and fought the fight
Lotus flowers grow from black mud.
This is what Aaro sees,
standing at the edge of a
pond full of lotuses in the garden.
Beauty rises from darkness.
Pink petals open above murky water,
green leaves spread
like hands on the surface.
The roots know secrets
the flowers will never tell,
how strength comes from
places without light or colour.
What was buried
finds its way to light.
What seemed lost
becomes beautiful.
The garden speaks,
in whispers:
Every flower was once
a seed in the dark.
Aaro watches and learns.
Her joy blooms.
Green light time to go
Exploring new horizons
No stopping me now
Northern lights in vibrant shade
Flaming like orbit of jade :
Borealis.... nights cascade
Cosmic trance heavenly made!
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Contest: Form J- Jueju of Broken Wings
3/28/2017 www.howmanysyllables.com
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Jueju/qijue form - 7 syllable lines
Red light, Green light, cigarette buds
Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'
-11/18/2013-
we approached the intersection
i was filled with laughter and joy
the scent of citrus and cypress
seemed to surround us the sun
sat in a distance bathing in
it's own glow the clouds were
very thick rolling across the hot
mist of the day i smiled as the light
turned quickly from red yellow finally
green to go a convoy roared past us
i caught a glimpse of two suspicious
characters the green light dimmed
ticking sounded as the impact ignited
the release of a very powerful blast
only fragments of me were left dangled
about heavens sphere mother appeared
within the glow as my entire life danced
as my mind clung to thought scents
i'd become to know i remembered home
four o'clock flowers dandelions weeping
willow trees a butterfly's cocoon sirens soared
my skull was crushed while i balanced memories
my soul left my body guiding me abruptly
back to my macerated flesh
I started penning this poem with the title
'The Hotspot'
Then after the kisses, the touches, your warmth, our moment. .....
The title changed to
'I love' or 'I love you'
We started off with a full moon
"A bloody moon" you called it
An orange moon, I called it
And at the end of it all
The moon was still full
But this time, bright and wide
Like our lives
Am always thankful to have you in my life
Light leaks through tree limbs
Falling across the green grass
Emerald stalkers