#emerald
your emerald is turning to matcha
oh so cold and oh so bitter
your words on my mouth
I want to spit out
your dryer and dryer every sentence
your emerald green dosent shine quite as bright
because you don't seem to have much solicitude for me anymore
your once crystal in the dark cave
is a bitter taste
that has a vintage coolness people tend to crave
they don't realize the lack in care that you carry
you can say your exhausted
but frankly I'm exhausted with following you around
like you'd almost come back to me
your not a darker green anymore
your a lighter green
and perhaps you cant see it
but in my eyes
the bitterness has hit my tounge
for the last time
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
Emerald kisses
My Angel dreams in chartreuse
Love is in the Green
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
I never cared for green,
For I was not a camera lens.
A colour, everywhere seen,
Making the environment intense.
In every scene, every shade,
I now find a glimpse of you.
Distances begin to fade,
When I feel the emerald view.
Now, I see it everywhere—
in the way ivy clings despite the weight,
in storms, and nowhere
Resting in its own shade.
I never knew I'd like green,
Til you showed it so serene.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Silent Picture Book
worm-etched warmth
cocoon coop-cope
deep-dive wings
emerald waters Shores
Molokai Melting Man
mouth moon moth
main inspiration mute
moon cold draft move
press inscript pencil
sun rising melts still
thread resounding threat
sane symmetrical sense
eyes emotional ease
bucket-thirsty bot
head-first thought
emotional leech
inner world melt
outer word felt
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
Playing with rocks,
Digging in socks,
Playing with spades in the sand.
The metal is hot
When the fire green fox
Steps on and burns up your hand.
There’s a hole in your chest.
Did you do your best?
There’s no one to fill in your grave.
Your now lonely friend
Will die in the end;
The one friend that you couldn’t save
Will be found at the end of his cave.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
I have put the Emerald Green to one side.
Submerged— within the lapping tide!—
Look now! Steadfast!—
Stronger than the Ark's iron mast—
Three angels approach above the water!
Transfixed, I set my gaze beyond the Light.
Shall we reside beyond the hallowed glow?
Feb 26, 2024
Feb 26, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
We used to fly
In our astral space,
Our energies combined,
Soothing my anxiety,
Like a lullaby.
Where did it all go?
See me thru the setting stars,
Past crescent moons
And scarlet silhouettes,
I can no longer
Tell these skies apart.
Darkness gave me a dime
I’d throw it, in Aries’ flames,
To see your face,
One more time.
Anxiety scatters my brain,
Like the salt in the sea,
With images,
Of your emerald green eyes,
Leading me,
To realities,
Of love without rhyme.
While its all clear,
I still have no clue
Where I stand.
I hope my tone of voice
Rings in your head,
As you cross the Atlantic Sea,
As I wave hello,
To memories,
Of your emerald green eyes.
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
Rough around the edges she's a ravenous piece,
Capturing light and reflecting elegance at every turn,
Raw to the core her wit is unmatched by trivial mineral composition,
She's a gemstone to cherish,
A glory to salute,
A sister worth a thousand leagues beyond that of this realm,
An emerald in our wake.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC
His eyes
Reminded me of forest
Mysterious yet beautiful
Soft but dangerous
The hues
that brought me
back to life
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
Goldenrods and oak
Flecks of emerald and amber
Awake! vivid spring
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
How delicate can my heart be?
It’s my emerald,
My stone of mercy.
My love and my compassion.
But I only see the sinful side of me.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
the emerald albatross
totem of time
grows from the ground
it falls from the sky
over our heads it flies
but they're trying -
to keep us down
all now seen as lies
im not a human
im going underground
running to a place
where i know ive found
where i can find my pace
and muffle out the sound
of sirens and cries and tv songs
im not like any of you
ill admit it
ive known this all along
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Make me green again.
Like pine, emerald, envy
Paint me my color
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
. . . and finally i
allow the sun to
set on another
failed love
affair
two years too
late ? or maybe
right on
time . . .
my shell and my
spear - this heart
of mine in its
place of power
again ,
but changed
as an emerald bird
of thunder
frees the water
from its cell
in the
sky
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Eye contact
From across the cafeteria table
Maybe you were saying something
But now we don't speak
We just sit quietly
And we might as well be alone
In this room together
Your blue green eyes
Locked on mine
Until we look away
I'll just bathe in your smile
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
I am sometimes angry,
sometimes sad
and at worst,
even afraid.
when I see everyone’s perfect lives,
ignoring their lies,
and their webs and
bewitching melodies,
gorgeous figures
and golden possessions.
I am not damaged by them,
or by their honey,
but by the idea
that I will never be enough,
not for me,
or my family,
or the society.
I am afraid that one time
she will finally catch me
with those long and sharp claws,
screaming, mocking voice
and slender but greedy figure.
but most of all
I’m afraid by her call
and her lies
and Jealousy’s mesmerizing
emerald eyes.
-May Colde
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Her voice
is softer
than the
moon, her
countenance
is that of a
fragile
symphony,
soaring
in her violin
song,
she is the
paralian
who lies
upon the
shore
and lets
the emerald
become her
dress and hair,
In the night
ocean, she
hears the
vague
waves of
memories
moving as
light in the
revolving
lanterns of
her mind,
the rose of
time opens,
she recollects
of how she was
the hidden petals
of the library,
delicate in the
secrecy of her,
beyond the old
books, within
her eyes, where
he saw the layers
of her rose
unfold before
the pages
she turned,
it was magical,
he thought,
of how the
small things,
the sea flower
of her secret
garden,
was once
revealed
to none,
realized
only by
the one
who saw
with the
heart,
the clouds
became
words
unsung
in the gentle
glass silk
caressing
her fair hands,
she mused
upon where
to begin and
end, as she,
the wanderer,
returned from
her dreams,
she closed
her eyes,
through
time,
jazz,
space
and
healing,
the loner
awakens
in the shore
and sails,
holding
the stars
In her coffee
& a vintage
camera,
and it
echoed
to her,
what she
once said
to her lover,
the gentle of
how they
floated as
petals
above the
lotus
ponds,
in the
touching
of hands
and the
secret
she held
in the rose,
I will invite
you to hear
it’s whisper,
“to love is to be
as the water,
to the silver
song, you
will return.”
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Dew drops
Whispering to starlight
Secrets
Never told
A small girl
With hair like fire
By a lake
With water like the night sky
Emerald frogs
Ruby roses
Crystal violets
And a pearl moon
All of this
Could be hers
But she just wants
To make friends with the fireflies
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
if your eyes are no ocean
why do they look blue
and i'm willing to dive in
to grasp what's inside you
a treasure buried in your mind;
ten thousand emerald pools
hundreds of castles standing tall
a kingdom in your soul
i'll drown if i have to
to sink into your heart
if i die then i'll tell you
dying's never been more fun
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC