Best Greened Poems
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams
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Categories:
greened, beauty, class, fear, history,
Form:
Sonnet
A springtime fawn found a placid pond and knelt down for a drink.
She bent her knees into the mud,
And placed her velveted chin
parallel to the pond
and the dawn found
the edge of the earth.
The touch of the fawn’s
Mouth made the water wake.
(and all things in it).
And as she drank,
the orchestra played the pond-song play.
The whole pond awoke to the sound of the little, lapping,
fawn’s tongue-song.
A tadpole was freed and ...Swam in the song.
He surfaced.
Greened in the dawn.
And surprised the fawn.
He saddled her sweet new nose
With his bright green clothes.
And she sneezed him
Aloft a red virgin rose.
Categories:
greened, animal, color, image, innocence,
Form:
Free verse
"this poem is not about what is written,
but what is not written. . . "
Firmly rooted, I stand in this desert of nothingness
Facing your wrath and warmth with equal willingness
Life around me moves ahead, passes me by
Scorpions, birds and occasionally a butterfly
You gave me all the power to bear fruit, nurture and shade
Yet my entire life passes standing stoically in one place
The wind nudges me, taunts me as it blows
I still stand there unmoved, head shamefully bowed
The leaves that greened with me too flew away
Eloped with the breeze in autumn, left me betrayed
The fruits that I had worked hard to bear
The flowers that graced my wavy hair
With time, these too were snatched away from me,
No reason why I still stand barren and empty.
My bark reverberates with the melancholy of my soul
Waiting for lightning to wield its shining sword.
Afroze Ali
Contest name: 'The unwritten'
5th July 2011
Categories:
greened, introspectionme, me,
Form:
Monorhyme
A Spring stroll down the River Ness
With it's sparkling water fresh to finesse
The sun above as the blue sky roams
Inverness is my Highland home
Mountain back drop with heather's and ferns
Greenery so lush, that makes heads turn
Wildlife in wander going about their day
Beautiful ducks on the water in plumage display
Tourists aplenty so far from home
Enjoying their holiday as they riverfront roam
With Highland hospitality and abundant fare
On their postcards they write in enjoyment declare
My stroll now over as I head back up river
The evening closes seeing Spring deliver
Greened leaves now blessed with pinky gowns
In a couple of weeks they'll drift down
I hope you have enjoyed this River Ness stroll
I feel so humbled on nature's patrol
The scenery and sounds of nature and life
Are all around and it's beautifully rife.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php
Categories:
greened, autumn, nature, people, places,
Form:
Rhyme
Serene sounds of the Rhythm of the Falls
Echo through the forests green canopied walls
Delightful in flow like Robin's pen
Where the Rhythm of the Falls will flow time and time again
Her liquid lullaby, capturing natures sight
Greened mossed coverings, a velvet delight
As the waters fall under gravity feed
The Rhythm of the Falls, are beautiful indeed
After reading Robin's lovely Haiku " Liquid Lullaby " these lines flowed.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php
Categories:
greened, inspirational, naturetime, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
Through my living room window
I see the most beautiful glen
With granites of grey
Towering up to a Ben
Greened spreads of heather
Purples and white
Amidst an ocean of green
A most wonderful sight
Forested slopes
Carpet the glens sides
Whilst a sparkling river
Centers the great divide
I look to the skies
As they turn battleship grey
An impending storm
Is heading my way
It looks like the glen
Is in for one hell of a night
The last storm we had
Was an explosive delight
Fork lightening, thunder
Obscured by clouds
One follows the other
Arcing out loud
I await the winds
And the vertical rains
Lashing with force
Against my cottage panes
Suddenly, theres a massive roar
More powerful than i have heard before
A sheet of lightening lit up the sky
Capturing the Ben of granite high
This man of old, caught in silhouette
Standing guard over his beautiful glen
This icon, this keeper of the Saltire Blue
Stands tall and proud like Highland men
Hours pass as i look on in awe
From my cottage window through the rain laiden panes
The power of nature in many scenes
Drums and a light show washed down with champagne
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php
Categories:
greened, nature, placesbeautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
The crave of the leaf to reach its goal
To capture the rays of the sun
As it enriches its soul
To live for a season
Greened full of life
At the end of it's cycle
It brings new life
Browned and creased
As it hangs by a thread
This canopy of life
In seasonal dead
Drifts to the ground
In a spiral twirl
Joining a carpet
On this earthen-ed world
Time will decay
This seasonal joy
Its nutrients left
Nature will re-employ
As Spring returns
And a new born is bloomed
Knowing that its future
Is already doomed
" written in response to the picture that appeared as i read Raul's Haiku - New Leaf "
Categories:
greened, nature, seasons
Form:
Rhyme
Spring in all its splendor has arrived - what a pleasant relief!
The grass has greened and the trees have begun to leaf!
Robins have returned and cheerily serenade me at the break of dawn.
Alas, those pesky dandelions scourge my pristine, emerald lawn!
The golden sun greets daffodils awakening from hibernation,
And colorful tulips blossom, beautifying God's grand Creation!
Pastel blooms of many hues adorn my cherry and apple trees.
Lord, please spare them from the usual late springtime freeze!
The roses were pruned and ample fertilizer was spread.
The snowblower was gladly stored securely in the shed.
The mower was serviced and its blade was finely honed.
Tomorrow the lawn must be mowed - it cannot be postponed!
But hold on! This morn I'm greeted with a grim surprise!
Drifting snow is piled as high as my shivering thighs!
Yesterday 'twas seventy degrees, now I shovel snow in coat and hat!
Fiddlefaddle! So much for Springtime in the Rockies and all of that!
During Springtime in the Rockies 'tis common modus operandi,
To keep the John Deere snowblower and lawnmower handy.
"Just wait ten minutes, the weather'll change" is an apt old saw,
As my lawnmower idles and I impatiently wait for the snow to thaw!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "Spring" Contest - January 2012
Categories:
greened, funny, seasons, snow, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
As the sun downs through the trees
Greened leaves bow for the eve
This warrior sits and reflects
Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve
For this is no normal scene
What I view he has brought to our lands
His name "people of the other side"
Whose journey was not of his plans
This man who was once a boy
Was found wandering many years ago
Not far from a burnt out homestead
Where his families blood had flowed
Killed by a Mahican raiding party
This short one escaped their wrath
No tribe has escaped their rampage
Death and destruction is their path
Then came the day of anew
When an elder of the village had died
From a piece of wood he would play
The grieving family responded with cries
When we asked he remembered his past
For in his country this was their way
The pipes accompanied lost souls
Their skirl was their way to say
Today he sits by the stream all alone
This boy who grew into a man
He now lives the Apalachee way
Bringing his past to his future lands
Written by James Fraser for Constance's contest "Tell HIS Story~~"
Categories:
greened, native american
Form:
Quatrain
The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild cotton flower blooms giving the mountains their name.
In youths embrace I walked in mountains,
My father’s steps I tried to follow.
He led the way from town to wilderness
And there it was my soul he freed.
Windswept hills of raised bog and peregrine,
Swooped winds flared the will of the wisp.
Cotton top flowers waved their white clouds,
Beckoning me, to loose myself in awe.
Slain and sod, man and muscle worked as one,
Bright Heather draped the hills a regal hue.
Bracken fronds greened the soil of spring.
Larks and curlew cries hung upon the air.
As my father shushed us to silence and embrace,
His wonderland of peace.
At seasons turn and Bracken colours fade,
Gorse and heather flair their restful hues.
Sheep saunter through with heads bowed,
They slowly leave the mountain once again.
The feather beds dim as clouds dip low and veil.
And silence flees before winter wind and rain
In adults disgrace I left the mountains,
My father’s steps hard to follow.
Still longing to find the way of wilderness
To free my soul once again and be with him.
Categories:
greened, childhood, dad, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Ley lines, greenery seasonal harvest stretching for miles
Such patience undertaken, combined with mans intelligence
Fatigue is soon expressed, witnessed by erratic crop lines
.
Categories:
greened, culture, earth, farm, green,
Form:
Sijo
If I'm to think out of the box
Allowing riches simply given
I'd think down to my socks
For my desire is strongly driven
Just imagine what I could do
With riches within my control
Such simple spending of such
Would never change my soul
If I was to receive such riches
I'd be quick to say where I'll live
It's over seven thousand islands
Seeing my account wanting give
Hey Rich, just open your eyes
Spread wealth that's never seen
Display colours of foods dreamt
To their table such ripe greened
If I'm to think I'll be ever rich
I'd be delighted to release such
For it was never meant for me
To be rich enough for such rush
me 07/11/2015
Categories:
greened, appreciation, beautiful, community, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
Solitary stand,
Left of right in greened country:
Seasonal leaves bloom.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature.php
Categories:
greened, inspirational, nature
Form:
Haiku
As the sun downs through the trees
Greened leaves bow for the eve
This warrior sits and reflects
Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve
For this is no normal scene
What I view he has brought to our lands
His name "people of the other side"
Whose journey was not of his plans
This man who was once a boy
Was found wandering many years ago
Not far from a burnt out homestead
Where his families blood had flowed
Killed by a Mahican raiding party
This short one escaped their wrath
No tribe has escaped their rampage
Death and destruction is their path
Then came the day of anew
When an elder of the village had died
From a piece of wood he would play
The grieving family responded with cries
When we asked he remembered his past
For in his country this was their way
The pipes accompanied lost souls
Their skirl was their way to say
Today he sits by the stream all alone
This boy who grew into a man
He now lives the Apalachee way
Bringing his past to his future lands
.
Soon, English will be lost as the main language in America.
Sadly, a European language takes over, whilst the true die!
Categories:
greened, abuse, america, anger, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
Into the distance tracks of life reach
Worn rails from the rounds and rounds
Looking back on images bleached
Soon beached to then run aground
For as we travel life's tracks
Greened scenery caresses both hearts
But sadly life doesn't run so smooth
Just like tracks they can soon apart
Categories:
greened, how i feel, journey,
Form:
Quatrain