Green Color Poems

“Tell me, Purple, do you envy your sisters?
Do they envy you in the shy morning mist?”

“Pink-Dawn and Day-Blue, both cheerful and pretty
paint the wide sky...

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   Gloom descends upon my head,
   Think it will never end.
   Paint brush comes out,
   Primary colors...

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"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives."  Camille Pissarro

One primary color can make me feel mellow
when...

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       yellow
        sun
  ...

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God bless
And blue,
Seawise,
and green
How colorful
Red to pink, and
orange or Yellow.

Nothing to Bellow.

Bellow — to Nothing.

Yellow or Orange,
and Pink to
Red — Colorful.

How Green,
and
Seawise
Blue
and
Bless God.
...

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Hello, everyone. Today we welcome the famous color Purple to our show. 

Hello. I’m so happy to be here.

So, tell me, Purple, Why do people...

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october brushed by

 in the midst of an october sunrise
 bearing splashes of colors beyond description
 like a thick acrylic paint mixture
 crimson with cadmium...

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Season-Colours 

The sunshing in the bright sky.
Rain drops Showering in the night time
The flowers blooming Slocoly.
I wanna fly-high in the sky.


The colours of the rainbows
green...

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{For 5x5x3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Miranda Hawley 
Date submitted: 20/4/25}

 ARTIST 

They shone daring green avocado 
in dark adverse period swearing 
guilt ridden heart vanquished...

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Easter egg hunt for little ones
In green grass under yellow sun

Laughs that grab hearts red sonnet 
Bow ties brown eyes and pink bonnet

So cute toddler...

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From obscurity come the strangers
Fading away, like old dangers.
Walking the street of flowers
more people pass every hour
A few are pleasantry exchangers.

Near my porch, robin sings
Beautiful...

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Something warm in the wind 
Puts the color back with ease, 
'Round the stems of flowers 
Into the limbs of trees ...
Newness to the place...

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Fall.
Sweet songs
fill the air,
in icy times.
'Neath magenta skies
stoic redbird dances,
on bare twigs, to his own song.
He revels in blue stars and snow
awaiting first rays of...

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After The Storm

 

Now that the spring tempest is over and the ground

is littered with twigs and juicy, green leaves flung

off mother tree long before they...

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