Short Greenhouse Poems
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Poor summer sunshine
Greenhouse a wealth of flowers
I fill many bags
17.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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for Grace Haven
1908 - 1998
her passion flower vine
lines the ceiling front to back
grandmother's greenhouse
trapped, in bitter anguish, heart flourishing in the greenhouse
1/15/2021
20-Word Max - Do It With Feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Greenhouse gasses confuse the labors to sanitize our atmosphere
Ah, but there is hope - put a cork in volcanoes - analyze the rest
12-28-19
Contest:Ku Duet
Sponsor: Silent One
Gale
Gripping
Gyrating
Godforsaken
Go
Gone
Greenhouse
Grandfathers
Gillyflower
Good
Written 10th March 2019
Contest: Light Up The Page 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
3rd place
For koalas and wallabies yearning,
piles of money for tourism earning,
to Australia flying
and on jet fuel relying,
we now lose it and yell: "Oz is burning!"
Words are a garden
where Poets can grow
Each verse a thesaurus
of phrases to know
A greenhouse of riches
a potters delight
A bounty of wisdom
—a harvest of light
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2
Like being over a barrel.
Our blue marble is imperiled.
Greenhouse gas, it's our funeral
the solutions long overdue.
Our blue marble is imperiled
Due to excessive CO2.
daffodils thrust
themselves through
winter's cold soil
again
first day of spring~
sunrise and the violet
of your eyes
myriad colors
in ranks and rows
at the greenhouse
new garden
seed is sown
now we wait
Continuity
Inside the greenhouse
I laid out dead roses
And the smell of spent
nature made it clear
no waste of tears
as the sun bore down
on sterile beds.
Only the beauty of dust
sparkling
in a shaft of light
danced a promise
of continuity.
I’ve got a couple of juicy melons
They are dangling so temptingly
Round with plump firm flesh
Shame they aren’t ready for picking yet!
Now now what were you thinking guys …
It’s the first year I’ve grown them in my greenhouse!
Jan Allison
14th August 2014
charted chains
slaved remaind
oppressively
re-gained
staind
love
my
eyed
rolling
marbled
on
the
floor
green
greenhouse eyes
effect on breath
taking all mine
am i blind
myself
had to
know
look at me now
broken heart
on
a
plane
charted chains
?
Please be an eco-friend
To make the earth livable
For the next generations.
Please reduce greenhouse effect
To show our children
We really do care.
Please don’t go for only money
Love the people as much as you can
So that they love you.
Please think deeply
Whatever I said
Before it’s too late.
The Shadow Person Changes
The Shadow Person, who loved math,
suddenly changed into the shape of a birdbath.
The silky-smooth, feathered
birch-dressed ravens so weathered
wouldn’t allow shattered her
to leave the path
of the indoor greenhouse built by a Sir,
and his wife who was a great osteopath.
In the greenhouse
Listening to the rain
Among exotic plants
Thriving on pure love
And tender care
Scent of bougainvillea
Blooming out of season
Foliage of tropicals
And rare tiny orchids
Lush from Amazon jungle
All renewing my hope
Promising springtime
though winter comes
written October 28, 2021
You stood with crossed arms
Pathways
up automatically
like greenhouse gas
rising
up and up
and disembodied voices
marking your progress.
Flashing signs mark the time
that no-one else seems to feel
Subterranean thoughts
Sepulchral dreams spilled out
long masses of people march expectant
to the mouth of the mall
and herds feed at colourful stalls
In felled forest wasteland the green grace turns bland
Gases we emit fill up the greenhouse beyond the limit
Global warming projection some say is science fiction
Land in sub-zero freezer, paradox of extreme weather
Mean temperature tracks climbing curve as a creeper
Sea rises above mark, we need to re-build Noah’s ark.
February 6, 2019
"Hey Jude/Song by The Beatles ? 1968"
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Blooming in snow, lifting the gloom
She spells right both beauty and doom
Tears of poor heartbroken shepherd
Bright flower with sepals colored
Hey Jude, you can't force her to bloom
Not in pot or in greenhouse fume
A sign for faith, love, hope, rebirth
Alluring tough flower on earth
Summer hot and sultry,
I stood in my overcrowded greenhouse,
suffocating as if I were in a steam bath.
The summer orchids bloomed,
especially the cattleyas,
the indisputable queens.
They all exuded perfumes,
according to their hues.
Predominant the violet dictated
while the yellows stood subdued.
Fern plants stood still,
pleading for cool water,
little realizing that even I had need.
He measured my height,
and weighed me in kilograms.
My body index he obtained
“You are fat and glittering”, he told me.
“You pollute air and cause greenhouse effect.
The earth is in danger due your weight.
Crime you have committed.
Your body you torture daily.
Here is arrest warrant. Take him. Go.
Ten years in prison from today.
Starve well to learn being healthy,
and save mother earth”.
Up oozed a fossil fuel, a greedy fool,
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Oil,
the same.
In this town, I'm the only game.
Believe me, I'll make you see
I'm a monopoly,
and though some folks say I'm crude,
and greenhouse gasses, I exude,
fouls the planet
ever since I ran it.
Solar, Wind, and your brothers,
I'll shut you down and any others.
Every elected official
answers when I whistle."
Our greenhouse gases pour and pour
And now we see the latest score.
Something’s gone wrong with atmosphere
As rising temperatures we fear.
But we’re clever and we’ll fix it
It will not drop us in the s--t.
So still we dump more see-o-two
That disappears into the blue.
Carbon we keep on burning it
Because it brings healthy profit.
We pollute and we walk away.
But perhaps it is time to pray.
From wide garden beds little faces rose
To behold my mother’s face.
They knew from where their water came,
So gave to her their beauty and grace.
Though rocks and sand had been her plight,
Before wide rich black waxy loam,
Nothing stopped her loving hands,
Her garden was her home.
Somewhere in heaven is a greenhouse,
With a lushness ne'er here seen,
As mother with her watering can,
Humms amid blossoms’ colors and greens.
These furrows, littered with bags,
Separate stalks
Bent over and inclined to suns of ambition –
And escape.
These shoots grow relentlessly –
In spite of me.
These saplings break the ground
And Send down roots
That anchor them in soils that are too
alkaline.
These ones, potted and clumped, shrubbed,
Must one day stand alone?
And sway in the wind
as the old trees do outside
Just beyond
This grid-like field
In an old decaying greenhouse?
mint
a green thumb
the green-eyed monster
as sure as God’s green apples
they gave my plan a green light
green around the gills
a green back
jade
teal
village green
golf course - putting green
the hanging of Christmas greens
a sergeant wears his dress greens
why does brass turn green?
turnip greens
lime
moss
green bananas
greenhorns are naive
greenware has not yet been fired
what is the greenhouse effect?
he lost his green card
greengrocers
pine