Chlorophyll Poems - Poems about Chlorophyll

Sonnet I In realms of emerald hush where sunlight strains. Through veils of green. A silent throng takes root. A clovered congregation on the plains Their stoic forms a timeless lushful loot. No melodies from throats unseen they sing. No pleas for mortal ken their silence breaks. Yet in their rooted quietude they bring A symphony for Nature's gentle stakes. From dust they rise,...

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. Every calibration I do, Blur to emerge the one weirdo. Every navigate does syntax, Oh, so higher at parallax. I creep with my scornful envy, And I know why they do beauty? Because of an anticlimax, Oh, so higher at parallax. All gassing awkward in my brain, Forever missing you the green. Fill in my cephalothorax, Oh, so higher at parallax....

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Creak, creak…snap, whoosh, thud! Helpless sound of suffering echoes through the forest penetrating the inflicted silence of fear and diminishes. Twigs, branches and trunks crashing upon one another; together they stood as trees, now fallen on the ground. Chlorophyll stained chainsaws and axes busy chopping off. Moist eyes of a robin over shattered nest with broken eggs. Hive burning into smoke as...

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It is the moment of chlorophyll as you make oxygen Inviting in my dull leaves the green dance back again Birds meet in huge pleasure as in joy smiles the grain The cloud says, one moment, I am coming in the rain ____________________________________________________ 12/04/2017 Note: It appears that oxygen doesn't rhyme with again Grain etc. On this understanding, the poem is...

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I wish I could be free From my own mind Unlocking the uncertainty Which only makes me blind Soaring like a seagull Over gorgeous blue oceans But for now life is dull Going through the motions If I could pass this desert, Desolate and dry If I should turn expert, People would wonder why I was ever doubted And disregarded too, Why I was thought retarded Even a silly fool Cosmic...

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When Fall does knock on Summer's door the leaves begin their slow decline, to fall in time, the ground they'll find in colder air, in Winter's grasp. But colors bold reveal themselves in that, the Summer's gorged wake. Our color shows in our decline as well, our color true is bold and bright, for we have struck our core, for we are more than...

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