Best Greenly Poems

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Oh please, not to fade so fast into the afternoon
The one that is scattering in a goldenly swooning loneliness
The one that is shattering at a purply time of faintness
And the one whose wind is playing with so many violins

Because the wind will flow away a...

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In a zoo in a strange land
a zebra stands 
flaunting the bright stripes
 of a collective band 
against the russett tussle of leaves
 that exit trees before a cold wind.

He is far  from the windswept plain
of his dreams; that parched place
where drought adapted trees...

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The sticks on the hill
     were brushed when they were wet,
Lay with a pattered smoothness,
The bushes 'round which they swept
Bulged their greenly leaves,
Stony stairs on an uphill way
     creased a toe of the world....

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God, all the time You are,
everywhere You,
You suffice all…
But I, with my wild stubbornness,
with hunter’s old scent,
look, in myself, for the lack-of-You:
I’d like to see –
in this body, this soul – 
where You are not and what just does lack You,
as I am so sad...

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Thank you, dear God, for this good life,
for the most amazing day, guide our hearts, minds and souls, 
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of the sky, 
for always coming to our aid in difficult times and keep us...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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I am that grass you love.
Green or yellow, I am.
Brown, sometimes, I am, and 
On me, your animals feed.

Greener, your life I make.
To make shelters, you use me,
To prettify your parks, you shrub me, and  
To produce compost and oxygen.

Your gardens’ beds, I create.
Myriads...

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We see art deco sunsets and
paisley palm trees
        
         on a citizen ship

                 ...

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Who I am, Im just a loveing person and cares about my family and friends.
I don't smke'drink,orsmoke up........

So i just want to be my self again. im trying to be someone im not rate now.
I just want to fint in with others.

Maybey I should be...

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Let me tell how is to be a cloud
They are lovely, I am lovely too
moving swiftly without a sound
when the sky is white and blue,
 
They are soft like cotton candy
going back and forth as the wind
crosses oceans to reach an island,
or just halting idle...

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please wait...

what's queued up to be our fate?
it seems never ending, please wait...

the phone menu of very important calls
if paid attention to, says it all

the traffic light that only sees red
never flashing greenly to go ahead

the computing device that must attend
to things beyond people's comprehen...sion

the...

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To Ecological Greens
concerned about tolerating
evangelical 
monotheistic Red intolerance
of unstraight
unwhite
unmale
unhealthy
unsafe
panentheistic EarthDays
and dualdark wiki-nights
potentially bicameral
bipartisan
bisexual
binomial
neurosystemic cooperative regenerations
of win/win resonant
robust images

Any nonbinary person
all growed up
in a homophobic
straight
white
male anthrosupremacist monoculture
must not fail to see
to hear
to smell
to feel

Will have trouble tolerating
RightWing fundamentalist
privileged monotheistic survival
of the fittest Chosen StraightAnthros.

Green health and...

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When they murdered him,they went everywhere
To cemeteries,to caffees, to churches
But they didn`t find him! No! He wasn`t there!
They never found him!
The trees cried when he died
The trees from the garden of forbidden desires
The roses cried when he died
The roses of sad poet`s garden
Now he stands...

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Spring paints so many shades and hues of green
I swear she's Erin born
dancing mad till lazy Summer's sun
she's gone before she's e'er begun
the aftertaste of her laughing taunting teasing fling
makes winter's long cold torture easy on my soul of souls
pipes and strings and songs to...

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The soft rays shoot my eyes
The green grass awakes
On my laps, open like banana leaves
Is a cover-less book
It is about a bread of sorrow

Yonder, a greenly hill gasps
And hinders valleys
Valleys that hinder folks
Folks that bore a damsel
Damsel who gives me sleepless nights

A cat passes by,...

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