Best Viridian Poems

It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so as to not wake the moon, laying down its head in the west),
close as cork where heaven met sea ...

But...

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Green is serene.
This color of nature
resurrects in early spring
to paint our landscape again,
from drab brown to soft fern haze.

Slowly, spring deepens into a sublime
mixture of emerald, and Shamrock hues.
Mid-summer, our lovely trees, and shrubs
are bathed in luxurious velvet forest green.
Later, summer paints with a deeper...

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Serenity
like
flecks of gold
strewn on a 
magnificently
grandiose canvas
of rich cerulean blues
deep viridian greens
and ultramarines



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on April 13, 2019 for contest APRIL 2019 PREMIER 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on October 13, 2018...

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Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
	Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round, 
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…

Solid rock thrusting up 
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
		Rising and falling,
		Rushing and fading,
		Over time.

Who knows where 
The current will go...

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Slowly, slowly, 
advancing with tender steps,
emitting clouds of scarlet butterflies
with each tremulous breath,
the golden maiden 
through viridian fronds quietly crept

Brazenly her locks tumbled
shrouding her shoulders 
in champagne curls.
And the dusky angels
turned their heads in envy 
as even the spiders silk seemed coarse

The heavy shadows blurred...

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 hands of the north wind
suffocate viridian 
bruised; reds and yellows 
...

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Alizarin azaleas
in the myrtle moss
where my flax feet cross
to the saffron sand,
in my magenta mind...
Beneath a cerulean sky
where the fuchsia fowl fly
to a haematic horizon
for true lavender love, 
with my turquoise thoughts...
Ascending a viridian vortex
was my amaranth amour
with its vermilion vim
to your henna hands,
from my...

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Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in kelly green giggles;
until formidable patriarchs
silenced our chartreused lips
into a tongue-tied,...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse.
I shall not warn my successors, no—instead
I shall laugh...

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colors rule this day
an abundance of blues
rule my beating carmine
under the heat of gold

walking along beige grains
i hold your fallow
you are true sapphire
we sit on jade
discuss my ex white

an ivory sun spray
a chartreuse periwinkle magenta saffron shaded arc

bite viridian rind
surrounded amaranth
juices magnolia and blush flow

you...

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The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static; 
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.

As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer their cimmerian shades,
A penumbral eclipse gallops atop the sickened...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around the mansion there lives but only one kind of tree:
The...

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As I fall somnolent in the sage stalks I bend my eyes to adore seafoam skies
An epiphany of emerald tranquility transcends my mended mind behind time
Ticking clicks of viridian sticks launch luscious thoughts adrift forest floors
More green galore than ever before my eyes graze the...

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Child of the Northern Lights
Blown in on a winter gale
Dance with the Stars at Night
High as the Moon and as pale.

Deep are the Oceans you sail
On curious shores to alight
Your footsteps in sand entail
Revelation – a secret revealed

Understanding remaining concealed
Your journey has barely begun
And the...

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise
of downtime from errands, long lines at the post,
queues of cars at stoplights, what, if anything, is in
the pantry for supper.  A glass of wine is nice, will suffice
against the mind's continuous monolog, news of unrest
in distant lands, world hunger,...

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