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 green and blue.
I went to a hut to produce my own perfume,
Scented with exhaustion and misery.
There is not much else I can add, the shelves are bare as if
A theif came in and out and never came back.
When silence finally speaks, it’s time I fall back into my chair,
A long forgotten place of rest. It’s not really that sweet,
Not really like the sugar leaves stored deep down in my
Bluish drawer.
Categories:
dark green, blue, dark, green, identity,
Form: Free verse
"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 borax
scrubbing out the irrelevance
dear green green Anthropocene
Shakespeare was never here
just a codex with a recipe
we seldom heed
most never read
the page book marked
dog-eared
maybe tomorrow
for the forget:
“My words fly up,
my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts
never to heaven go.”
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.”
“There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Categories:
dark green, blue, dark, green, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
dark green, 9th grade, adventure, crazy,
Form: Free verse
a tree with dark leaves
Spreads its bough to frame a tree
With branches light green
Categories:
dark green, green, light, tree,
Form: Haiku
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 I'm so addicted
To the pain from my self hatred hex
To the feeling of anxiety pooling in my stomach
The drowning feels better than sex
I do not know why I'm on my knees begging
Crying for mercy or release
When the moment I'm set free, I'm wilting
Longing for being deceased
The darkness has been buried inside me
And though the light can easily come in
I feel like maybe I do not wish to
Ever be alive again
I do not know if this is a cry for help
Or myself making peace with my hell
Though I'm saying I love being tortured
I'm saying I wish I never fell
So I'm sitting in the depths of despair
Satisfied if I'm being quite honest
Enjoying the pain inflicted on me
Like a masochist in the dark green forest
Categories:
dark green, anxiety, confusion, dark, deep,
Form: I do not know?
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
Categories:
dark green, appreciation, art, beautiful, blue,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
dark green, abuse, care, conflict, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
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 the red of the cockle twinkling in the sharp sun,
With the rye cut the wild roses takes center stage and bows at the sun,
On sandy heaths the wind blows dust across the woods mead's and glades,
Thistle instead of wheat, cockles instead of barley in the sandy soil.
Black cloud as thunder rumbles it cracks loud across the darkened sky
Drenching rain pelts the ground and swells gentle rivers and streams,
The slow water now rushes picking leaves and wood on its furious way,
As the storm ends there is no smell like a soaked wood or wet field.
The black skies clear and a warm sun shines on the meadows and glades,
The thick dark green grass shimmers in the breeze in a warm bright sun,
Droplets sparkle like diamonds hanging from a copse of ancient lime trees,
The rain in the dark green grass is like a kaleidoscope of a tiny rainbow.
Categories:
dark green, nature, rain, dark, dark,
Form: Prose Poetry
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 to be better
Beauty is silly
Its carefree and ready
Beauty is open-minded
Its loyal and its kind
Beauty is my friend
Its never left my side
To give you a definition
I'd need a thousand words
Beauty is endless
Its timeless and eternal
But to keep things short
I'll tell you a secret
I looked up my paper,
and i looked at the girl
I looked at her dark green eyes
and her wavy brown her
i looked at her smile
and i listened to her laugh
and i got close to her and i whispered
"Beauty is beautiful"
She looked up from the paper,
a smile on her face
Tears are in her eyes and she said
"Your beauty is me"
Categories:
dark green, friendship, love, teen, dark,
Form: Free verse
She is trapped like a mannequin in a glass window. Searching for new shoes, new hats, new
clothes with hopes it will make her soul new and light. Swimming in a dark pool, under
water. beautiful on the outside and ugly within. Ugly secrets for a beautiful girl. Dark shades
to camoflague her face. It does no good. feel her green blue eyes piercing through your skin
anyway. I hang my head to the side and lean on her to give my support. My best friend. My
dark comrade. The devil to my angel. Its only when things aren't going that badly that we
forget. Longing for the days laughter and friendship. No more black tears falling down to land
on the white couch. White everywhere. Surrounded in white , dressed in pain. She'll miss
me. The blood pumps through my veins. Angry at the darkness that has swallowed her up.
The moment pleasantly scary. The moment frozen in time. Frozen like the girl with green
blue eyes. Holding my breath because I've treasured her all these years and now I must let
her walk on her own.
Categories:
dark green, depressionbeautiful, longing, dark, beautiful,
Form: Prose Poetry
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Sun dried each day of your long useful life
Over dark green fields no more will I roam
Those dark green fields that are wide leads to wrong
Not warmth, love, understanding, only strife
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Harder to climb, narrower close to home
Nearer, nearer begin to see great sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam
Drawing, drawing come, long hill top see dome
There are friends, family, offering life
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
The fields were greener, there was fun, the songs
Offering entertainment glitter sights
Over dark green fields no more will I roam
Now sights focused on heavenly song
Lights brighter at end of the narrow way
Wash boardy ruff country roads leading home
Over dark green fields no more will I roam
Categories:
dark green, allegory, death, faith, hope,
Form: Villanelle
My nighttime world
Brought on by dreams and nightmares
Subconscious fantasies
Hidden away by the day’s light
I wander through it with no guide
No path to lead my way
Only dimly lit by a waning moon
A dark green swamp
Moss hanging from shaded Cyprus trees
Like the hair of an ancient hag
Destined to exist in this world
Murky brown water stands stagnant
Beneath a slowly shifting grey fog
Snakes droop from low lying branches
Blending into the foliage around them
Waiting for something to pass by
They hiss and snap
Issuing a warning to all who listen
I am the only one who hears
Maybe if I listen hard enough
I may find my way out when the sun rises
But I know that that cold moonlight
The light of the waning moon
Grey and cold
Lacking shadows or definition
Will once again trap me
Hold me in a world of my own creation
And my hope will die
And I’ll become part of my own subconscious fantasy
Never to again escape
Trapped in that dark green swamp
Swallowed by the hanging moss
And I will just simply cease to be
The question is
Does it matter to anyone but me?
Categories:
dark green, angst, introspection, life, saddark,
Form: Free verse
These woods have
a path running through
them
the dark shadows
of evening are coming on
we'll push forward
hoping to find
the green pastures
we know lie ahead
Another turn in the
path
and we hear running
feet from the trees to
our right
let the dim light
of the dying sun
be our guide
the forest is dark and mysterious
If we have to spend
another night here - we will
The rustling of the leaves
continues
We blend
together with the darkening
woods
Fragile creatures
whose days 'are numbered
We still dare to hope for
green fields filled
with the delightful scent
of flowers
which will greet us
at journey's end
Categories:
dark green, allegory, angst, inspirational, nature,
Form: Free verse