Short Greenness Poems

underneath

redness of your anger

and greenness of your envy

I see blue sublime haze

of your true voice....

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their greenness is different than anyone else's
They have a sway that reminds me of a pliable back
I watch them waving and I smile...

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trunk rooted essence
sprouting greenness and flowers
actor changing mask


Ninth Place Winner: Charlotte Puddifoot/open poetry4 - /5/12/21...

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Among dead leaves,
I found her soul,
panting without arteries of life,
In greenness I placed her generously
But could she say, “thank you?”...

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springtime greenness release

sweetness entanglement ease

tailored vision content

wearing morning receptive evanescent 



5/30/2019...

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a stirring
before words
early light
through window
greenness
first without
form
stillness
of a branch
the moment
the tree and I
are one

Non Dual Awareness Poetry Contest
July 28, 2022...

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all is intensely golden
from here to the horizon
sky and earth have become one
bluebirds everywhere

undulating hills await
the lush greenness of the day
in the rich dawn summershine
floating butterflies...

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Juicy, plump rings of summer. 
Spinning round and round -
While bedecked with kernels of dawn. 
What luck I have found!

Unique in your venture-
Riding with the whirls of sweetness. 
Please take me with you!
As we radiate in our greenness....

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Our springtime crawled in softly
Greenness walked in ahead of her
The daffodils laughed so gaily
Her tulips were lightly demure

Our springtime greened us overnight
We awoke one day, and there she was
Back in place, quite a pretty sight,
Reminding us she does what she does....

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parked sparkles of starlight's
spray
stray
longing to stay
within the greenness of her greys
The curl of her smile
folds realities material
for another day
and with her touch
only thing that's felt
Her voice make silence
mourn its birth
Beauty dips itself
within her
to cover any blemish...

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Springtime greenness life release 
Bluebonnets grow high 
Sweetness entanglement tastes 
Kiss on purple sky

Yesterday’s bloom colors fade 
Tailored vision dines 
Seeds rising to magical 
Bath liquid sunshine 


© 4/21/2015
 Andrea Dietrich's poetry form The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b**...

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Reconcile me with Mother Earth

The milk and honey of our existence

From which we came and will return

Let me feel the spiky greenness

Of wild grasses

Bowing before the wind

Allow me to sigh in ecstacy

Of nature in it's essence

Without a blur of cities, or

Blush of smog

To smear our tomorrow's....

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Kelly, olive, hunter, pea – 
Any green will do ya.
On St. Paddy’s Day, in green
Is how the world should view ya.

Forest, avocado, teal – 
So many shades for choosin’.
Mint, pistachio, chartreuse – 
Such greenness for effusin’.

Army, jungle, lime and pine – 
Whichever one is pleasin’.
Deck yourself in green today – 
The world will know the reason!


for Francine Roberts' contest...

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Peace portioned for all possibilities
Hope holding the heart of hatred
Terrorism lost ten thousand times
Selfishness battled before the sun sets
Greediness returns to greenness grace
Rulers to leaders without strife and lust
Help to the poor and the needy of trust
A better atmosphere arranging believes
No more killing and wasting of blood
We are all humans not fowls and ant!...

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Chasing dazzled eyes of dew
Forests tickling greenness at my toes
Pebbles giggle lullabies in blue
Thirst is penetrating soul...

Echoed steps worries the skies
Violins long for their trees
Thunder without lightning shoots 
Wounded sunset bleeds on heart

Chased and dazzled, color-blinded
Grass turns sky and sky is dirty...
No more thirst, a deaf encounter
Hunters of my soul...and I......

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Sparks fly, flames ignite
intoxicated passion
follies of greenness.

Haste vows in wishes
rapid change adaptation
birth of an angel.

Smoldered brawl outburst
pen scribbles by gavel's call
Fire sizzles then drown.

Comes winter anew
tears of the lonely angel
token of regret

Dovey Annie


(This is my first time writing a Haiku poem. It is raw and lack shine, but hope you guys will enjoy.)...

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Dark trees, ferns, sweet with seasons showers pace. 
Winking sunlight through pines greenness embrace. 
Dew pearls embroidered flowers autumn's grace, 
Becoming earths choral flute twirl and lace. 
Onlookers, sunny laughter fairies face, 
Glean upon the blooms rich entrancing place. 
Silliness of Fauns magic dance through space. 
Forest snide imps while day lasts, quick retrace.
Nesting birds departing and upward chase.


11/8/2022...

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Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one....

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The emerald hills and peaks form orderly layout,
The trails of immortals lead on to the top lookout;
Pavilions peep out through the mists and clouds restless,
Pine trees and bamboos there vie gently for greenness.
The crystal dripping water hits on the could ground of the cave deep,
Distant mountains in autumn are under the setting sun’s final sweep.
Lost in the mirage, I really need to know how
To find the way back to mortal world right now....

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Forest trees are defrosted
by rains -
they look as though they
were frozen through time,
only to wait for spring
to boast their greenness.

As the hands of time move,
the trees protect birds,
chipmunks, and lovers
from the burning sun.

Later,
with no shade to give,
and no burning sun,
the trees begin to shed
their leaves,
creating a natural carpet
all around them.

Naked and wary,
they wait for winter to mummify them....



Date: 04/04/2016...

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Auroras of rain
Imprint water 
On flat roofs
In New Orleans—
Notes written
To uncertain Gods
Dulling brains
In wavering sheens.

Dampness
Burdens air redolent
In organic greenness.

We etch hazy sky
With ancient shadows,
Avoid silences,
Refuse darkness
& quiet walks.

An aureole of grayness
Pulses from fingertips
As we wander in rain,
Hands like hollow things
As millions of raindrops
Do not mean, but are—
A cold, dark beating
Of condor wings....

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Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted

As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.

A quirky, tree, who has befriended me
And loved me
And taken care of me
Like the wind

Also free and
Fabulous!
I come back often.
To be admired and loved....

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spring bows to summer

spring bows to summer
 long nights give way to daylight ~
  footprints on the sand

cold days nod to warmth
 days comes early then leave late ~
  shooting star pizzazz

frost curtseys to dew
 empty fields burst with blossoms ~
  bird songs fill the dawn

tree buds smile with leaves
 barren limbs expand with life ~
  forest greenness thrives

moonlight swaddles night 
  moon shadows dance in rondeaus ~
  summer bows to spring

6-8-22...

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Early Summer

Birds awake with the dawn
Their twitters break the last defending line of spring

 Air becomes light
Like a vegetable soup that I can bottom up at once

The mist and rain no longer tangle with my eyes
The deepest blue in the sky appears

When all other colors fade
A new one is riding high on the hill

It's the greenness of life
A burst of beauty after a long hibernating

They're bustling in the same direction
With the dream of the earth, a pilgrimage...

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"What do we have for breakfast?"
"Lettuce and cabbage juice!" she
replies excitedly.
She had forced him to change
his blue pajamas to green
pajamas, then he returns
to bed -
the bed had to have green sheets,
green bed cover, and a green
pillow.
"Why do you do this to me?!" he asks.
"I was born in St. Patrick's Day!!!"
she replies.
He can't wait for a green light
to escape a world where
everything he hates is green.
He's afraid he's lost her love in the greenness.......

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