Best Verdancy Poems

How I love the sky, the sea and land.
Today I paint myself into a scene
of visual delight; though I'm on sand,
I dip my brush first into vivid green.

Tall trees are in my view far left and right.
I paint the path made out of stones that...

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Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
       from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper

UNDER THE CANOPY

Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been called the most beautiful city in the world, and I...

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With verdancy surrounding me, I wish to spin
around this world of endless spring that I am in.
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green.

If nature is a woman, here she loves to preen
in emeralds whose splendor I’ve so seldom seen
as I revel in...

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Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow grasses
dance with gentle breezes,
reveling in verdancy prolonged.

Other times, I roll...

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My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. 

whispering birds through wind and light rain
no drama of wildly flapping wings & lightning
sweetness in covered tones, under umbrella

mine...

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Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.

Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.

Wiping tears and sand from ducts.
The ascension of...

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"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a sun climbs in
its forgiving rays; hoping its extent will favor...

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I had nearly forgotten who I was
Until I sensed your easy strength
   and heard the timelessness 
   of your years;
Until I caught the sparkle
   of your lacy light
   and showered
   in your fragrance
Until I recognized...

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Lured by the dulcet song of a lark perched
On the low-hanging limb of a blossoming tree, around which
Violets had sprung in wild beauty among the verdancy as if
Embroidering the lush long meadow grasses, I
Lingered, while the ballerina breeze lightly danced flowers’ fragrance to me.
Imbued with...

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I asked the desert 
 to carry me from this place
 of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ infertile soil 
 suddenly, that whisper of wind
 took my hand, and walked
 along and alone with me
 I, heard a voice, in tones of angels
 “we see your beautiful...

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bathed in such splendor
in front of us blue water -
verdancy behind
how very cold it is though
like ice, it cuts to the bone
 
this frigid beauty
I let my eyes feast on it
ignoring the cold
the scent of pine is wafting
I breathe in tranquility
 
breathing in fragrance
I let the iciness...

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From my bay window, each pane holds my small world
window leaks anticipation out and in this glassy casement
here seasons show their multi-colored faces in a whisper
 
Trees liberated from weight of their leaves, I eavesdrop...
wintertime's icy snowflakes tint my windows with glacial frost
a cold paralysis...

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*Image of Beautiful Spring by APK.

First Day of Spring

Meadow
larks mesmerize
these longer days, as those
hibernates wake to furry hops
near verdancy, neath warmth of rays or rains,
newness absorbs a pass-over,
facing nature's depth midst
flower-patterned
meadow.

2023 January 15
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return
~~M. L. Kiser

*HMS....

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