Best Greenness Poems

"What do we have for breakfast?"
"Lettuce and cabbage juice!" she
replies excitedly.
She had forced him to change
his blue pajamas to green
pajamas, then he returns
to bed -
the...

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Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep...

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You Are The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence...

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"The Great Forgotten Language" 

In the forest
Love shows
the way
spreading seeds

strange creatures
come forth
into the clearing 
of a known self

some run away
spooked as if 
the bare reflection...

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I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I...

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Lost in a vast forest of old paths, winding
A damp cold place of gnarled trees, twisting
Whispers of solemn grandness
And hues of greenness
This writer's
Bliss
This dreamer's
Forlorn deep...

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Color is an integral part of my life, essential in
physical descriptions, a blessing to language. 
Colors are perfect subjects for character sketches.

For one perusing the...

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My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly...

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On the bank of my heart's Eden,
Reunited, but parted, were life and I,
By an unseen veil.

And now I stand,
Watching,
The unearthly land,
Whose beautiful weather,
I cannot feel...

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I find you in an old silent pond,
The imagery you've left will outlive all,
With nature,your immortal bond
You will stand like a kiri tree tall.

You, the...

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"Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each...

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Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted

As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly...

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I am ready for some violets, the sun, 
Dewdrops, wet grass, tulips, and daffodils
Marigolds, geraniums and warm, sultry weather.

My socks are cold and wet, soggy...

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Twelve Steps
(with love,  for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
04/13/2020

Twelve steps away you're sleeping
In our giant king sized bed
I pray you're resting peacefully
As these thoughts go through...

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When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the...

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