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Nate W Jan 2015
her eyes awakened, revealing a veridian dawn I awoke for.
Insecure Dreamer Apr 2014
I'm drowning in the weeping willows vermilion haze.
In a sea full of forest green memories
and the history of lines carved in the trees inner core.

I'm drinking the pure beauty of the white sky,
that's staring in my eyes and reflecting in my heart.
My feet are dancing in the valley below with the whispers of the wind
and around me the gentle touch of the light dandelions  surround my veins.

I'm smiling with the moon
and singing the night lullaby to the stars and they are blessed.
My soul escaped the everlasting pain that was captured in my rib cage
and now its herding freely with the butterflies and bees.

But still, the veridian blue of your eyes
are imprinted in every violet my fingers touch.
My body is a kaleidoscope of your memories
and its haunting my every being.

Your words are killing me but my heart still sings your poetry
and my thoughts your every smile you unconsciously shared with me.
And yet, I can't seem to find a way to forget you.

Because you left and took my happiness with you.
My heart still remembers the moment we reflected in the mirror,
of our future together.

And in that moment of picturesque dreams and orchestra of topaz,
I was content as can be, ans cosmos filled the room.
I keep repeating the same words and the same dreams,
but they're starting to get more and more vivid.

Maybe its happening because of you that's moving on
and I'm still dancing with the thoughts of you being mine.

So, in the morning I'll throw my pillows in the air
to release my ever changing memory of you,
so they can be free and I can let go,
and start to breath again...
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2013
In summer, a valley so green, thick in veridian
a pond looking on, sits atop the world - waiting for no one
The sun through an open window, so soon to be gone
hills above, some days ago
covered in whitest snow
Robert Gretczko Apr 2021
spring has a fragrance
and sultry pastel palette
to work its magic

flying things buzzing
and veridian bursting
lilting warming air

soon rabbits nibbling
with deer and turkeys trotting
through our back windows
David R Apr 2021
Shivering earth 'neath blanket o' snow
Lifeless, dormant, with indigo glow

Purple blue the distant mountains
'Fore spring has open'd nature's curtains

With green spray 'n veridian dress,
Ere summer displays her aureate tress

Of golden corn swaying in breeze
Of halcyon yellow beneath the trees

As to orange turn the leaves
As day follows harvest of the sheaves

And then to auburn, brilliant red
Before the earth pretends to be dead

Thus is full rainbow displayed below
Red orange yellow green blue 'n indigo
Veridian waves wash over me
calm, healing currents
streaming over hot
black asphalt of my mind
racing in all directions

Emerald turf, tides rise up
surging, gushing from
open, uninhabited woodland lots
and neighborhood lawns

I smile totally in awe -
the thousand shades
of medicinal green elixirs
Nature concocts for us:
soothing jade, invigorating pine,
dazzling emerald, gentle fern,
happy go lucky shamrock, pensive moss
blessed, peaceful olive branches
repair, restore, revive
our flagging spirits

O Devi we take refuge in Your
alcoves of Green Goodness
and "lie down in Green pastures"  
on your Divine lap
Sherri Harder Aug 2022
So many trails and places  
to see.
In this beautiful province of
captivating BC.
With popular hikes packed, don't
let it despair.
There's plenty more trails through
the wilderness air.
Through rivers, streams, and forests,
we go:
from day hikes to camp nights....
we get to know.
Through mountains some climb,
and carefully tread, through  elevations
so high, we know we're not dead.
Snow capped veils in winter that
sparkle and glisten;
to the summer green juniper, moss, veridian
meadows and trees.... stop, look and listen.
Forests chant out with birds whistling and
echoing a tune.
The eagle soars high,  ducks quack, and the
sound of the loon.
Breathtaking views, from mountain tops
and roadway stops;
some places travelled with outdoor concessions
and souvenir shops.
From the  north coast and of wild forests' pines
and tall spruce to see.,
to the south pacific of ocean beaches and shores
to roam free.
From east of the Rockies...like majestic
walls stand,
through west coast island, and country side,
forests ......our land!
Adventure BC;  "come, see what this place
has to explore!"
"There's no province , country, or state, that
I'd rather live more!"
From rural, urban, sea to land in
the province to be.
"Come, explore for yourself,
Adventure BC!"

@ Sherri G Harder
Into the vapid singularity,
He's ****** forth, whole.
The wasp fly's by, unfettered.

She toils amongst the gravel.
Blood eageled by her hollow gains.
Timid, as time slips softly across her lips.

Time slips around open wrists,
that yearn for redemption.
Tracing crosses in the sky.

Hallowed, and hollowed. She contains her sick spells.

Veridian green billboards with a vetitver scent.

But red with wine and regret.

— The End —