Best Imaginationgreen Poems
‘Come bring my bow of English yew and raise me from this bed
And let me look upon the wood where once I lay my head’
With fading sight and wearied limb through window rose he gazed
With summoned strength and trembling arm his mighty bow was raised
Sinews drawn to fullest test he let the arrow fly
And sinking back upon his bed he breathed a heavy sigh
‘Follow yonder willow shaft through forests darkened keep
For flighted by the angels, twill appoint where I shall sleep’
The stalwart oak tree caught the shaft, appointed by Gods grace
Beside a brook, in bluebell’d wood, there marked his resting place
In tunic Gold and Lincoln green, his sword upon his breast
Beneath the trees of Sherwood green was Robyn laid to rest
That mighty heart, its labour done, when stilled its Valliant quest
All England mourned its stalwart son who bore the Locksley crest
And through the silent forest, soft April showers wept
To wash that place from hearts and minds, a secret ever kept
One maid, one Friar, with little John, in sombre vigil stood
In silent witness mourning, the passing of the Hood
On England’s green and pleasant land was played a Hero’s part
And Never more on sceptre’d isle will beat a truer heart
Come to the place where the grass is green and real
Where the trees can feel
And the plants can speak the healing words
Green
When green is clean
When heat is sand and mess and sting
When air is fly and kiss and dream
When type can make me so many things
Be here with me
Baby
Kry to the drama kings
And be the rain in the storm of life
Be thee mess and strife
I am wife
Looking to get out get out get out
I am always here it is always there
I am young and real and fake and scared
Money is green
It grows legally and illegally
Its like the room and chair cry stop
Like the pain is real and heal is fake or not
I love her energy
I loved him momentarily
I’m a collage of word poetry
Master of disguise momentarily
-Jess
The island is the green house
Where Wormwood rises above the daybreak
And yeah, he's pretty lonely,
With the world's tears bubbling over
On the counter, in a rhombus-shaped kia tub
Made from kia rocks found and bound
Along the shoals of the island,
Which is the ocean, which is the clouds,
Which is the green house of Mr. Wormwood.