Verdure Poems | Examples

The Desert

West heat waves blow with sand,
With lack of water verdure can live,
Without the sight of man on land
Where cloud rain only in fancy leave.

The place Thar Desert that I interpret,
There noone can sleep in open
If anyone then next day get sandy pile greet,
Noon heat at much ,dazzle eyes cruel sun.

On name of vendure only thron bushes get,
Lack of water must make your tongue dry,
Neither tension of rushes nor traffic late,
Only see scorpion,sneak and sperrow fly.

Yet,that beauty in sandy face
Not in city'S clean stressy race.

Spring's Abysmal Guile

Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a hostile tendril, squamous, cold,
glistening with ichor 
No earthly fount its progenitor.

He deems the shade of evil vanquished,
trampled beneath his hobnailed boot. 
The soil heaves with malefic will,
its roots, like veins of some primordial fiend,
pulses with a rankness older than the stars,
a stench that whispers of aeons lost.

Spring cloaks itself in verdant pall,
no bloom, but scales of a vast, unuttered thing,
its thorns a raven’s beak, evermore to rend, to sow, to bespoil.

He quaffs the tainted zephyr,
proclaiming triumph over a gloaming moon, 
Swept in the season’s unseen talons,
fathomless ennui
creeps through his sinews,
entombing his soul in an abysmal cleft unshriven.

Flickering Ember

How did the sea become a crime?
How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history?
How did the verdure turn into red wrath,
breathing fire into burned hearts,
leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral?

How did the tree become a Fury?
Her strands of fire
strewn above the dew and tranquil mounts
Furious fire and melted iron

Lava and blood-red ink
Pumping out of the wounded bosom of the earth 
Bubbling up like the foam of death 
To carve an unprecedented story;
A story of a dying profound pain, reborn
In the same womb, at the same moment 
Growing as rapidly as the pulsating heart of a child in terror
Lost in the land of infinite wars.

***

My land, a flickering ember
Once giving light and warmth;
The other, singeing our hearts;
Do you choose to be a beacon in the dark, 
or to blow up in our faces like a blind flame of wrath?
Are you destined to turn into ash
 disarrayed by the wind?

***

People might claim that the earth is not for all 
But the heavens are inevitably for all
The living, the dead, the imprisoned 
Happy, grieving, immersed in prayer,
For the heavens are in the hands of God the just
Never to be touched by human slaves

My Bloody Valentine

Hey Valentine, where are you?

Are you hiding amid the peaks of a mountain
or in the depths of an ocean?
Are you in the sweltering heat of summer
Or in the torrential flood of the monsoon?
You are lost between winter’s chill
and the verdure of spring. 

You make me shiver and sweat in turn.

You are at once the soft touch of a feather
and the sting of a speeding arrow!

Love is now stagnant without flow
like the duck weed that float
over the greasy surface of still waters.
You are crushed between the petals
of a rose and its thorns.
You are thrown hither and tither, 
by fevered minds.

Oh, where are you?
You hide between darkness and dawn,
at the intersection of dreams and nightmares
where love and heartache copulate.

Where are you, Valentine?

Better you be in your hide out.
I don’t want to see your bloody face,
a n y m o r e…..

Sonnet 2: Can anything be colder than winter?

Can anything be colder than a day

When clouds of winter make the sun’s embrace

Become a shadow of its former grace

And summer’s verdure gives in to decay;

When snow like burial garments shrouds the hay,

Bleak nature trudges with a mournful pace;

The winter’s gusts make sharp cuts on the face

With blades concealed, as though designed to flay?



Yet, when love’s ardent flame burns out in vain,

The silence answers all unselfish pleas,

The tired wings can’t find their resting nest,

Not even death can ease the inner pain.

Thus, winter’s cold feels like a summer’s breeze

Compared to what remains inside my chest.

The Islands

The islands seem afloat in the sea
So have they been through the ages
Yet they have not gone on a journey
Even as they are bombarded with waves
When a tempestuous storm rage
They are anchored at the deepest level
At the bed of the ocean floor
Where mainland and island are stayed
And connected as one massive body
That is the generous, loving Mother Earth

Individual human beings are islands
In the vast sea of Infinite Expression
Discrete as we perceive them in vision
Yet firmly held as one great mass
At the deepest level of our origin
In the indescribable Cosmic Assemblage
Where there exist no iota of disparity
As it does happen with shallow humanity
Arise all ye chelas of the Truth
And embrace the verdure of your nature

The Queen of Spells

(Sonnet / Lipogram) No letter "A"


Blooming buds dispersing sundry perfumes
Mellifluous tunes of ebullient birds
Butterflies come out of their cosy rooms
Soft verdure on verges nibbled by herds


Burbling brooks run under the bulbous dome
Modest cloud-cover with blowing soft wind
Gentle showers dripping down on the brome
The spring's resurgence delights every mind


Pristine life sprouts from the womb of the turf
Your comforting presence nurtures new life
Soft shoots burgeons out of the tough scurf
The joy of Zion unrolled without strife


Spring, the queen of spells on the wheel of time,
Poets cherished their thoughts in its prime clime.

Hope

I have hope now,
Hope in the eyes of an angel
Heaven sent, eyes shining forth light
Illuminating my darkened crevices
Shining amongst the ruins,
And in that light, I can now see
Verdure once dead, 
Begin to take on new life
Like a long awaited spring,
Home now, smiling with its arrival,
Gently ebbing away the bitter
winter,
Of the season past

The Sagacious Grandeur of Autumn

In autumn's reign, vales of verdure turn gold,
Fallen leaves tell the tale of life's revise,
Brown branches lie bare; trees are brave and bold,
Resilient dryads, keening to surmise.

The frost-kissed morns, a gentle wake-up call,
Reveal the strength in nature's cyclic change.
Upon strange winds, we find the lesson's thrall:
Adaptation, in every rearrange.

Harvest plenilune rising in the night,
Illuminating paths of sage return,
Through this bright arc, we see the world aright,
Each fall divulging, lessons yet to learn.

Attune your attent to autumn's dressed stage,
Unveil the gilt crown, of wisdom of age.

Your Will Be Done

O lord, deep sorrows weigh on my heart, 

You created me, 

Where shall I go? 

Without you, To whom would I share my sorrows, 

I am a white flower in the garden of Autumn: scentless, colorless, and etiolated.

I too wish to bloom in the garden of verdure.

O lord; embrace and bear hug me, 

I am broken, a wanderer, and aimless. 

My life is abandoned, everyone. Everyone came.

They bruised, battered, and blighted me, went and left me solo in the garden of Autumn.

My sepals and blanched petals whimper there,

O lord; If you won't rescue me,

I think the white flower may die in the garden in Autumn.

I know I am a colossal sinner and sins have dimmed away my beauty and charm,
I don't want to die being a sinner.

If I died, I would die like a waste then,

If so, how can I stand in front of you? I can't endure it and would feel ashamed.

O lord; look at my garden of Autumn and transform it into the garden of spring. 

Let me perform the elegant deeds,

and then I wished to die

Dreamy Visions-Collab With Jo

Limpid sprinting waters of burbling brooks
Rows of flamboyant and swishing dark green pines
Embellished with glowing verdure on sidelines
Tender and flushed buds aglow with rich looks

The dense clouds have descended on the earth
Little fluffy white wisps of dreamy visions
Natural splendour with divine collisions
What a splendid mountain view, beyond worth!

Craggy hillocks covered with the snow quark
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever!"
Hark back locale to recall for whomever
A lovely photograph of nature park!


Placed : 1st

Collab with Jo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel 
Date: 01-05-2023
Syllable count: 10.11.11.10

Leave All Worries Behind

Leave all worries behind.
Repose in my caress
And gently close your eyes.
Be peaceful like a dove.
Sleep now, until sunrise.

Leave all worries behind
And come away with me -
Far from the maddening crowd -
To our private haven;
Our hearts be mighty proud.

Leave all worries behind.
Let's turn our backs on time.
Shangri-La awaits us;
So beautiful, so rich
It's worth a billion plus!

Leave all worries behind.
Let's roam with abandon
In the verdure of dreams
Where butterflies tarry
And float above the streams.


Submitted for...
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 08/14/2022

When Nature Comes Alive

Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
Connecting to earth as life is renewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming

Spring is the time for some garden grooming
Squirrels jump up and down in search of food
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming

Carnations, crocus, lilies are looming
With roses, red bells, jasmines all bedewed
A kaleidoscope of colours booming

Sunshiny weather is now resuming
Joyful energy, nature does exude
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming

Songbirds tweet tweet and spend their time pluming
Lush verdure enhances everyone's mood
A kaleidoscope of colours booming

The zephyr has a pleasant perfuming
With vivacity, bright skies are imbued
Rejuvenating flowers are blooming
A kaleidoscope of colours booming




12th April, 2022



For Sotto Poet's "Springtime villanelle" contest

Forest Queen

When trees awaken from their winter sleep
Their silent buds unfold and turn to green
Row upon silent row they gently lift

Bare branches, no longer in winter’s keep
Spring flowers burst from dormant bulbs unseen 
A gift

Wearing her royal robe of blossomed trees
Like a mist descending, this forest queen
Blesses the forest paths with leaves adrift

Paints with an ardent brush her verdure frieze.
So swift



Entered in A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Contest Judged:  4/7/2022 1:12:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A

Submitted to Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France


Curtal Sonnet (Short version)
A curtal Sonnet has eleven lines with a rhyme scheme of abc  abc  dcb  dc
It has ten syllables in lines 1 through 5  and 7 through 10, however 
it has only two (2) syllables in lines 6 and 11, and they rhyme with lines 3, and 8.

Springtime Rhapsody

the
flowers
are blooming
hallelujah! 
nightingales abound
go "tweet! tweet! tweet!"
at long last, 
healing 
rain
falls, 
slaking
nature's thirst
petrichor wafts
through the lush verdure
beautiful earth
young again
spring is...
here



Springtime Ninette Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M.L. Kiser
Date written: 02/20/2022

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