Poems about Green poems

Green is the colour of the mangroves at my holiday batchGreen is the feeling of happinessGreen is the colour of the tall oak treesGreen is the sound of crickets buzzing in the summer seasonGreen i

Forty Word Poem.My heart is yoursin all my dreams.Eclipse of the moontogether we spoon.Venus lends her glow.She seems to knowour elation...fortomorrow at sunriseour hearts will flyto the gr

It’s matter of fact that earth is going green, From major corporations to the fluorescent household light bulb, To the way of life that is to be seen, After death going green is already in progre

The Armies marched with banging drumsThat made ill the streams, made black the dreams.The Armies marched with cracking horns, Each soldier robed in robes of green.With green swords they cut her d

HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN How many shades of green Olive greenDark greenLight greenYellow greenHow many shades of yellow Deep yellowRose yellowSun yellowMorning light yellowHow many shades

IN somer when the shawes be sheyne,    And leves be large and long, Hit is full merry in feyre foreste    To here the foulys song. To se the dere draw to the dale    And leve the hilles

Beneath the shadowof the Great Shepherd's staff, in the green lushness of Life's plateau, my spirit continues to laugh.Despite the dumbness of this sheepto His voice I've heeded.For God's Love

I want a holiday with a sceneOf green, green and greenA summer of green treesA landscape of green grassA view full of green vegetablesThe colour greenIs a beauty that must be seen! From a mov

High-rise feelings walk in the morningSouthern tempest smells reminiscenceMind opens the memory-card mutelyAudio-visual art exhibition opens gallery.Colors march on the parade groundSky knows ev

Lying within the soft waxy grass, My eyes gently close.I think of us beneath the trees, Beneath the dark green grove.Right here, right now’s where I want to be.With your arms around me tight,

So green the land that I can seeThe hills and fields before my eyes, Which blend with joyful harmonyBeneath the peaceful summer skies.I breathe the morning air so sweetSo glad to be alive this d

Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast, The carded clouds are blown like wool, And the yellowing leaves fly thick and fast. The leaves, now driven before the blast,