Dark Green Poems - Poems about Dark Green

Today, the doorbell of my mental hideout rang. It rang with a sound like twinkling waterfalls without the moisture, And tweeted like a soft pillow from my 5-year-old camping nest. The scorching glare of darkness crawled up the stairs and seeped Past the crackling summer which was too cold for me. It was a chill that was like purple and...

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"The Stain Crusaders" Plath left the pages long ago and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue dear green green Anthropocene this much is true with all the I love you’s the wandering crusaders are far far removed sitting atop their soap boxes sudsing up all the rooms the silent stains in the poetic are hard to remove Ajax came coding unseen like anticeptic...

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I'm out the dark alone and free. The dark that feels light in my heart. It's night and cold With stars that are old But in my heart it's a different world. There's Sunshine, there's rainbows It's where I'm beyond reach. Out in the green. The green that's pitch dark But light enough to be seen....

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a tree with dark leaves Spreads its bough to frame a tree With branches light green...

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I do not know what came over me To find myself back in this hole To change my views so suddenly Craving the feeling to fall I do not know why I'm so attracted To the things that destroy me inside To the feeling of being lost and hopeless Like I don't want to fight to stay alive I do not know why...

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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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As we clear cut out Forest and lay waste to the trees we unleash our demise like a revenging disease so be ye good stewards to the dark green domains or it's regrowth will Feast on your rotting remains....

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Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench with the load of his cares on his convex-ed back beside him a plastic bag full of weekend wares sags unable to straighten his cowed...

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another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge looking out over undulating green hills to the next great wall of mountains. the last morning clouds left from last night's storm hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually burns them away. the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues to exist. even though he's a Mormon and I'm a fallen New Yorker....

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Across the fields of dark green hills, my mind flows gently free. I close my eyes to my suprise, to see what I can see. The flows of ripples upon the grass, as the blades lay down and part just for me, as above my head grows a beautiful, abundant apple tree,fruit ready to eat. I close my eyes...

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Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head, It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too, The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town, Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese,...

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Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head, It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too, The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town, Could be on the way back from a restaurant a Chinese,...

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The corn now growing tall moving like an angry sea in a ferocious wind, It rustles softly it is thrown back and forth by a warm billowing wind, Rye is higher than my shoulders cerulean ears have long since been shot, In the fields grow the reddest of red poppies they too sway in the wind. Scarlet anagallis and...

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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes, I discern them again where she left me back then,                  as we kissed when she parted, my friend. Through those ruins I tread towards the footlights, now dead,                  where I’ll muse as her shadows ascend.                   .                           . Ah Consuela! I’m watching, she teases the mirror with green Spanish eyes; her...

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A girl walked up and asked me, "what is the definition of beauty?" I smiled, and took out a piece of paper I started to write and i said "Beauty? That's an easy one" Beauty is dark green eyes Its a voice that's always laughing Beauty is wavy brown hair Its a heart that never stops caring Beauty is self - conscious Its always looking...

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