Inspiration Green Poems | Examples
These Inspiration Green poems are examples of Green poems about Inspiration. These are the best examples of Green Inspiration poems written by international poets.
Mom, Happy Thanksgiving
Wishing You Were Here
A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot
With The 18th Tear That I Shed
I Stop On 18th Street
To Sing A Song
That Is 18 Minutes Long
18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere
Then I Turn 18 Again
And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button
When Some Stranger Named Paul,
Who Dwells In A Hard Castle On Avenue 19,
Plays A Nostalgic Tune Of Glorius Therapeutic Effervescence,
I Will Be At Your Burial Site With Flowers ?? For You
I Will Treasure The Memories In Tributary Showers For You
Without You Here, I Will Always Be Alone
Still Searching For Replacements But Failing Instantaneously
My Love And Appreciation For You Has No Expiration Date And Will AllWays Be A HolyDay EveryDay In Every Way More And More Each Day In Every Phase Like A Metaphorical Phase That Confuses Me With Similes, HowEver, I Still Find A Way Via Ginseng Vibes Of SunShine Inspiration Thanks Wholly To You......
I Miss You And Love You, M.O.M. (Mother Of Marty) Like The Purification Of Simplicity's Kindred Spirit In Its Maternal Essence
Keep Resting Easy........Love Infinity........
May is magical,
the garden is an ocean of color climb
every shade of green conceived
circled round the pathways of time,
long ago perceived;
to the right
dark juniper and pine, short and tall,
pickled sage and moss grow low,
seaweed, basil, pear staged for large and small
stepping stones on shamrock rows;
to the back and left
a dip of lime and emerald fern
that opens wide onto another path
clustered together in sunlit berns
bud and flower fading fast;
and in the silky shadowed hues
pistachio, seafoam and mint rise
with olive asparagus forest dues
inspiration and scent for the ear and eyes,
spring greens and all of nature's clues.
Envy the green eyed monster
can be harnessed to achieve a goal
I currently have a want for fitness
it's eluded while my life was on hold
So I am mustering up my health
and working on my stamina
And feeding up my ego
because in the end its chutzpah thats its anima
You have to attack with vigor
and have a plan you adjust along the way
You have to be single minded
and self congratulate to make it stay
For envy does not really serve
and it can actually deflate your cause
Because you don't ask for advice
and align with those who have achieved what you want
For those that have blazed those trails
can tell you their recipe
It may be the thing you can exactly do
or it may be an energetic zing
But use your emotional energy
to fuel your restless tide
And keep an open mind
and move ahead with pride
Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this!! You can! - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 3/11/24 8:43AM
They steam,
They glare,
They fume and frown,
My ideas snarl and knot.
They slouch,
Resentful to be asked.
They stare and duel,
And pout.
Then suddenly -
A random thing
Flies through the traffic jam,
A buzz of green cicada wings -
The tune splats guts
Across my screen.
The leaves are falling, dropping like melted ice.
It must be autumn, there is a spectacular show
Of red, yellow, and frosty foliage. Though it’s still nice
Weather-wise, in a heartbeat, soon we’ll see snow.
My beautiful cherry tree is getting sadder every day.
The little green, which existed on my lawn, stopped growing.
The squirrels are busy stocking nuts next to the old chimney.
Only the spiders seem happy trapping flies that are passing.
It must be autumn, the Halloween paraphernalia, the faux grass
And the turkeys are littering the lawn with fake cemeteries,
Statues of Dracula, mini-coffins, and pseudo dead bodies.
The leaves are falling as if the trees were tired and lazy.
People are walking faster and the elders look very grumpy.
The leaves are yellow and ready to be recycled. Alas!
Copyright © November 2015, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
~ Shilpa Ahuja (all 3 quotes)
"Green is the fresh emblem of well-founded hopes."
~ Mary Webb
Nature's poetry is green,
Blazing in the leaves,
It makes the heart feel serene,
The mind, calm receives;
Green is canvas magical,
Where God paints the trees,
Vast verdancy radical
Cool the eyes and please;
Emblem of well-founded hopes,
Green is Spring's first blush,
The fresh grass that grows on slopes,
Decked with dew looks lush;
When we see an emerald,
The pulse beats faster,
Green does excite and herald
"Hand of the Master".
A New Hope
Straddling waves, changing tides
Turbulent sea, bumpy ride
Still, the anchor holds
To destination progress
Wake up and smell the morning
It's the dawn of a new day
Clear blue sky, bright new morn
Sun smiling in sweet splendour
The aroma of a fresh hope
Greets the nose with lingering incense
Savour the dish
Dine and be full
Life is what we make of it
Arm yourself with knowledge and truth
Harm ignorance and falsehood
Salt and sugar look alike but
Taste different
Come with nothing
Fight for everything
Return with spoils
Like the spreading ripples
At the drop of a pebble
Life is but a riddle
Summer, amid green valley's highest peaks
Through the woods air's sweet release carry on.
Birds quiet among leaves still far withdrawn.
Shade of carmine leaves bath in golden steaks.
Labyrinth fields sun's freedom to rally.
Horned owl rides the air stream, into darkness
Against the fading moonlight's hunt stillness
Joy flying in silence dilly-dally.
Cicadas sing loudly, nymphs mating song;
Graceful gray mourning doves forage in pairs
soft cooing sound, comforting that is theirs
A wee surprise exquisite bliss lies long.
Drizzling sunshine and showers creation,
Promising poetic inspiration.
6/11/2023
Grass is green, we know that’s true,
less green, at times, for me than you.
The traffic in the lane I’m in,
is always slower. I just can’t win.
It seems at times that everyone else
is doing better than myself.
That’s when I stop, before I crash
and realize that I’m talking trash.
I haven’t walked in others shoes
and don’t know what they gain or lose
.
Who knows what problems others have?
Who knows what sadness grips their heart?
Perhaps a moment in the dark
where no grass grows and no dogs bark,
where no one moves in any lane
and where we go is all the same
Perhaps no light will stop this game.
Friends, when grass looks greener over there
just thank the grass around you, where
the different tones and different blades
remind us all that we are made
of light and love that never fades.
We’re never lost, we’re ne’er alone
and the grass we’re on is always home
Despite our differences,
We can make a difference,
To a planet in shambles
To a planet struggling
If we could unite
And do what is right
By speaking one language
By fighting against anything;
that harms our planet
By working on anything to bring restoration
To a place, we love to live,
This place called Earth
But we are destroying it
Money has become the priority
We have lost our senses
We have harmed ourselves and generations to come;
our soil, trees, and our water
We can surely do something about it
You and I have the power
To change things
Look at the clock!
The time is now!
It's now O'clock!
In the semi-arid suburb, Medina,
A high pitch of sound echoed.
It dopplered through misty shrubs.
A helical dawn goes tidally.
The Pathfinder: stepped,
deep nodded, starry-eyed,
Scarfed fragrant keffiyeh.
Reeled a full throttle of forgiven,
Headed to his students.
The teaching of liberty,
Primed course of life.
A single blue bird perched above the rest
Not all birds of a feather flocked together;
Each mount with reverence brought comfort much closer,
Time's passages once feared, held a single test.
The test of a life time suited and disguised,
The unknown harbors lessons to be learned
Solitary souls do find their way home -
I have seen shriveled dead folks holding to life.
Freedom becomes imposter in our dreams
Of carefree years. Yet love looms much larger still;
Like skylight, and rain song, that will cure those ill -
I think of matriarchs striving to stay clean.
Spring became green and grand with its gifting
A soundless tear drop in silence of winter,
A broken voice reaching out to its Maker,
My rebirth room left light and fresh as its giving.
*
Your green eyes shine
Right into mine
The light that’s There
Shows me everywhere
That we will go
And what we’ll know
They draw me in
Instant welcoming
They show me things
I’ve never seen
They make me feel
That love is real
And a special bond
Between us forms
For you are mine
And I am yours
Forces strong
Unearthly kind
Penned the poem
Because we know Him
There was no sign
Just perfect time
Together we’re free
We’re meant to be
Written- 11/02/2020
Silver buds bloom to light up the night,
Little mice scampering with unknown fright,
Divine and peaceful,
Tranquil and blissful,
I love this garden of mine,
From its high window the moon will shine,
Showing green’s prevailing hues,
Star and moon of my muse,
A place of creation,
Abode of inspiration,
Home of solitude and grace,
Lovely as nature’s budding face,
This garden I describe in simplicity,
Avoiding the unamiable complexity,
Satisfactory to my degree,
This lovely garden come see.
06/10/2020
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.
The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
The mints swim freely, breeze back tries,
A row of pines stands proud, trophy prize,
Laurel newborns crawl the hilly ground,
Chartreuse treats, all roaring to be found,
Harlequin limes anoint, trickled tea ties,
Meadow of Evermore Rise.
2019 September 24
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