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Zelda Dec 2024
I think that concludes the collection of poetry
I have called

"Green and Gold"

June 2023 - Dec 2024
heidi Dec 2024
Swimming in a sea of liquid jade
Green waves semi-opaque,
Droplets shining crystalline like jewels
Tendrils of seaweed, entangling embrace
short poem inspired by a section from chapter 13 of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Amaris Marie Nov 2024
Endless, dense forest,
The sun sears against my back.
Will I ever make it out?
I’ve been here before,
Yet I’ve never found the route.

I am near to break,
But not close enough to escape,
To leave this cursed thicket.
Though I loathe this place,
I am safe—
At peace within its picket.
silver light Nov 2024
bright burgeoning
blossoms sprout
beautifully into
flummoxed
flowers
with maws
ushering manic
avarice greedily

flummoxed
flowers feast on
fields feverishly
voracious
verdant
vines
that travel
vehemently

soaring sun of
speaking seeds
singing songs of
springtime sempiternal
softly, sharply, savagely . . .
alliteration ig? idk where im going with this
Zelda Nov 2024
You got this way about you
I can't figure out
All that I said remains true:
I want to see where life takes you


Your gentle hands, unspoken brush strokes—
Why mask your portrait in shades of gray?
Give yourself the same grace


Why is your worth a foreign concept?
You're the epitome of the green and gold


What can I do?
Certainly can't argue—
Just accept a—


simple truth:
you're the
green and gold inside the gray
K Sep 2024
Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward

As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels

Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden
Underlying circumstances caused a major malfunction
MetaVerse Oct 2024
There once was a man from Green Bay
Who made it a habit each day
     To ****** an udder
     While churning his own butter,
Then go for a nap in the hay.
Erwinism Sep 2024
There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked,

certain shades of green light that wilt flowers in the field.

It is an ‘as if autumn walked in with a jug of herbicide

and started perfuming life with death.’

Yes, certain smiles that stand on stilts to prop them up.

Smiles leaving someone so bent that they see nothing

save for dirt staring back at them.  

There are certain smiles that bend the broken crooked.
Joseph Sep 2024
Clad in green and white,
With all unyielding mettle,
Master the gridiron!
Go Jets!
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