Jade Green Poems | Examples

The Mirror

As a youngster
I used to pull faces – 
‘just because’ – 
and practiced it in front of the mirror.
This morning the mirror took revenge.

At the rebellious age of thirteen,
I sneaked eyeliner past my mother;
squinting for ages in front of the mirror
to get a fine line in equal lengths.
Now I squint to put in my contacts lenses. 

I practiced how to say ‘No’
in front of the bathroom mirror – 
just in case the ‘wrong’ guy
should propose to me.
The fly marks on the mirror don’t come off.

I inherited the cracked mirror
on the bathroom cabinet
when I moved into my flat
after the divorce.
I own seven years bad luck - one more year to go.

My eyes change colour
depending on my mood:
it is deep azure when I’m happy,
but grass green when I’ve been crying.
The mirror tells me my eyes are jade green.

I grabbed a towel 
to clear the steam off the mirror
from the refreshing shower 
after my gym session this morning.
I would not do that again in a hurry.

It is my birthday today
and I need to spruce up a bit
for the occasion
as the children will be here soon.
My mother looked out at me from the mirror.

How I Met Josie

How I met Josie

I met Josie at the Black Cow
a watering hole for singles
pair of jade Green Earrings 
adorned her ears
and drew my eye

we talked about our pasts
spent time Reelin’ In the Years
found out she had gone to Bard College
which was My Old School and
we enjoyed a Time Out of Mind

we watched the Baylon Sisters
sing Pretzel Logic, when they were done
the crowd shouted Do It Again
all waitresses were assigned a number, ours was nineteen
whenever we needed more drinks we yelled
Hey Nineteen!

Winter Jasmine

Well-favored Winter Jasmine,
how have you managed to survive?
It's long past the briskness of Autumn days.
Yet, your exquisite beauty lingers, and you thrive,
lovely petals still intact when you shouldn't be alive.

Oh, wondrous Winter Jasmine,
your plant has lost leaves of jade green.
Such a picturesque paradox within my garden,
botanical glowing when moonlight casts a sheen
upon you, creating the glint of a glimmering scene.

My perfect Winter Jasmine,
as white as the day you bloomed
on your stout stem you still stand tall,
scenting the air around you, softly perfumed.
Visions of you laced with snow, my eyes consumed.

Winsome Winter Jasmine,
I fear you're encapsulated in ice.
Not grown in freezing tundra on earth
like alpine flowers of stark white, edelweiss.
I hope your stunning show has not been a sacrifice.

Enduring Winter jasmine, 
I hope you remain until Spring.
When you are warmed by the sun,
to your greening bush will you still cling,
attracting pollen seekers; honeybees on the wing?

Strayed Sheep

Along the roads of grassy fields 
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.

Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way,     takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken  
to an endless frequent float  
for great distances steered,  stirred
while the timorous turn 'round. 
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his  sheepdog.
Drovers, some    on the hoof

The sheep shall stray  
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold, 
and cerulean skies.

Crushing On a King

I feel all flushed when I hear that voice
Even if he is not talking to me
Too soon to be love but I am moist
In my deepest southern sea 

Brown eyes a fade make me feel displaced
Can’t see green forest for brown tree
Tree of a man handsome frame and face
Wish he would come talk to me

What would I say is it good taste
Don’t want to seem too forward
His smile is jade green jewel I trace
My ebony eyes sharp as a sword.

He doesn’t wear a ring and I am hoping
He is single and not too shy
If I am his type maybe we catch a bite
If I get him to just say hi.

Glisten

Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.

Fragrant, purple plums gleam hotly, very coveted,
Lustrous, wild raspberries, deeply red and purple,
Ruby red apples aglow, like fiery sun plummeted,
Until all are lost in darkness, 'neath stars eternal.

Written on 3/20/2023
For: A STRAND NO 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Nautilus I

Watching the horizons 
as the waves crash… 
The sun dies its elegant death 
of golden blood 
upon the distant shores. 
It washes jade green and aquamarine 
upon creations seam, the edge of the earth. 
Sand cools under tired feet
Head held low 
A cry high overhead rises
into the sky on silhouetted Wings.
Watching wonders of wraiths 
and washing wishes away… 
Along the leviathans streams. 
A splash in elegant Crimson and golden light 
The Blood of a dying sun, seeps into the sea…
as a finger traces the ancient chambers
of the mystic nautilus.

Bee-Leaf

golden bee humming
lost in foliage jade green
where are the flowers

have you flown too far
long miles from the honeycomb
wherefore did you roam

you will find your way
back to the fields of colors
beyond deep green woods

Black Sun Version Ii

Blackened suns float in deep skys
Setting on encrypt amber sands 
Burning on jade green seas
As far as golden halos glow
Warming sanity’s sandy shores
Reflecting on sapphire horizons, cold
Black suns set upon the infinite seams
Of a land washed in an infernal breeze 
We die upon these crystal seas!

I'm Only Dreaming

In the midst of hubbub, at the verge of one hectic June,
I see myriad diamond stars, and ruby sun under the moon,
As viewed from a planet of jade green with sapphire blue,
Covered by pearly clouds, vanishing in moon's silver hue!

But I am only dreaming, for it is the middle of the day,
And from sunshine I have wandered, into night's doorway,
And the golden sun has set behind the scenes in my mind,
Only to reemerge as I wake, leaving night's riches behind!

Put On Your Night Shoes

Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!

Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!

On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!

Dinner;  then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!

May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest

Beloved Feline

Beloved Feline

Like a faux fur cape you lie,
Splayed out over your mountain top,
the couch, on high.
A frigid winter dawn peers through
the window,
And ever so slowly, one jade green eye 
opens.
Studying a frozen branch that moves.
Oh, heavenly calico,how wise you are!
With zero interest in the news, 
Waiting only for the beauty of nighttime,
And the glory of the stars' hues.

Panagiota Romios

2/16/2019

The Odd Bird

An Odd Bird
  
   The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
   the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green
   as an emerald ring on an Irish girl`s finger.
   Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said 
   the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our way 
   to the pampas of Argentine. 
  Landed on a jade green patch of the land
  it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
  from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
 the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
 that loved the sea and diving for fish.
 But a seabird is supposed to like fish. 
Who says, the gull angrily uttered I like cooked
meat with boiled potatoes, anything wrong with that!
we walked to an inn, that is the bird sat on my 
shoulder, had lamb chops with mint sauce, are you not
surprised to see a bird in here, I asked the landlord,
no not at all it often comes in here it is 
the first time I have seen it with a human.

Morning On the Lower East Side

Walked over to the local tea shop 
and had a blueberry and a jade green tea 
The owner and his wife - a nurse(!)
were there 
The owner has some of my poetry chapbooks
I traded the last one for a cup of green tea and a 
blueberry muffin  - a profit of $2.00
Sent out a poem - in English 
to the anthology again 
Started an article on the life of Longfellow 
$50 if I get it published

Love That Once Was

At the dawn of our day I will invite
Rays of gold to shine on our strife
So we can witness as budding sunshine
Evaporates gently the mist of night.

As you arrive to welcome the daybreak
You don't have to call out my name,
For I hear the cry of breath you take
And the sound of grief your heart makes.

Hand in hand we will guide lost hope
Rescuing cheer from its hiding place
When glory of life falls within our scope
We'll embrace sparkle of a brand new day.

As we say goodbye to remnants of night
Your jade-green eyes will ignite a spark 
Inviting an embrace of doting pause
Welcoming passionately love that once was.

February 10, 2018

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