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Green
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Ended March 17, 2024 • 18 Entries • Created by AJAY9979
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Ness_Doublet

Hues of life

Green

Her dress

Brown

Her skin

Every gorgeous inch

Red

Her lips

Her kiss

Our burning passion

Co balt the door

Blue me away

With your colours

They fill me up

A palette of joy

A palette of life

Share it with me

And we are free

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Elikimber

It Should Be Green

As I stand by the side of the road, which is as close as I can get right now, I look out at the woods I know so well. I spent my childhood in those woods – exploring, hiking, climbing. Those trees, the rocky dirt trails hidden under their branches, the stream that runs through them – they hold so many memories.

Somewhere under those trees is the spot where I fell in love for the first time. I can remember staring up at the stars as he timidly reached out and took my hand in his. I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop giggling.

I caught my first fish on the lake just a mile down the road. I was seven years old. I can remember standing on the lake's shore with my dad’s hands on mine, pulling my pole back and letting it fly. I can still feel the excitement at the first tug and my delight as I posed for a picture, my proud dad all smiles behind the camera.

My first real injury happened there too. I broke my ankle when I tripped on a rock. I remember tears streaming down my cheeks as I was carried down the trail.

I almost lived there once. After a fight with my mom, I packed my backpack with snacks and a change of clothes, grabbed my jacket, and left the civilized world behind. As the sun set, I thought I had found the perfect life – nothing but the stars above me, the ground beneath me, and the clean, open air around me. I went home six hours later, soaking wet from the rain.

I know those woods better than I know my own family, my own house. They have been my home when I felt like I didn’t have one. Those trees were alive long before I was born, and I always believed they would long outlive me.

But now, as I stare at that familiar tree line, only one thought crosses my mind.

It should be green.

Not red-hot with orange flames engulfing everything in their path and thick, black smoke rising into the air, blocking out the sun and the blue sky.

It should be green.

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AnnFan14

Green

Your eyes knew my heart as intimately as that mouth of yours.

Green. Your shade of green was a revelation to me. When I walked into the forest, the moss beneath my feet seemed to hum with the knowledge that beauty always comes with heartbreak.

If "you", the one reading this, were to ask, "How do you know?"

My only answer would be to ask the one with the green eyes, the one who held my heart only to give it back to me.

The one who I can no longer look at moss without weeping.

I tread not on soft ground where your body was a bed I found solace in.

Now I walk on stones, bloodied, and desperate to forget your shade of green.

The only green I ever see now.

My heart bleeds a melancholy green for you still

but

you are nowhere near to see it.

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Sahitya

The Other Side…

Cacophony precedes each dreadful day

These shattered souls stay shackled and dismissed;

Despair then beckons her down the abyss

Disdain takes over, leading her astray.

While wary of the endless misery

That shall persist lest she abandons ease,

The yearning for belonging never leaves

But neither does the struggle to be free.

Alone, she trudges to the foreign scene,

Where lively chatter muffles every thought

And broken cobbles prick her trembling feet.

The gentle touch of rain much unforeseen

Reminds her nowhere could be that distraught;

Return would render her worth obsolete.

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MxVister

Green grass- flowering leaves.

Green is a color of life. Green- the color of the light over the shore, signifying a man's lover. Green- the color of the plants that breathe us life. Our lungs breathe in the green.

Green is a color of positive things. Green- like many of the vegetables we are told we must eat to grow strong. Getting the Green light. Going Green. Having a Green thumb. The good are always green- the bad something else.

Green is a color of jealousy. Being a Green eyed monster.

Green is abundance, but is jealousy, Green is new beginnings, but also lacking experience, Green is tranquility, but it is feeling sick.

The grass is always greener on the other side- always showing what is wanted but can't be had.

Green is many things, many contradictions

But green to me, will always be the color of life.

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flashgordon

Killer cold phlegm hacked up in sink

baby‘s force fed puréed spinach diaper

absinthe vomited on cold porcelain tile

slimy finger snot picked out at a stop sign

slippery sloppy sheep shit shoe dew wet

lovers bouquet left in molding vase water

my soul seeing you laughing loving him

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thisisit

Green

I wasn't supposed to be

thirty-one, rocking

back and forth, sucking

on the ice cubes in my

Sauvignon Blanc

dreaming of a day

when it would be

sunny, and not raining

pouring, actually,

so I'm drowning

while standing straight up

they say, at least the rain

brings green, and growth

but I'd rather take a

stab wound to where it hurts

than live another rainy day

hoping for a future

I'm promised, but am not living yet,

a futile reassurance

a washed out shade of grey

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mjones06061977

Unseen

Last night our dancing went unseen

amidst this forest made of green.

We laughed and muddied up our feet.

Each wildling moment bright and sweet.

The insects too, were gathered there,

both on the ground and in the air,

and all the creatures of the night

proclaimed their ballads of delight.

Our lady moon she too came down,

each verdant branch her hair unbound.

And where her laughter echoed near

was said all sorrow disappeared.

And when at last time came for dawn,

each wildling heart discreetly gone,

only silence knew what came unseen

unto this forest made of green.

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7v7

A Fourth Leaf

Green is the wave

that burns

through

every living being

as copper flames

and lightning whips

the vital elements

in plasmic heat

consorting

over witches brew

of microscopic seed

See? in spectral level

we are as if

the lucky quarter

03/16/2024

Green challenge @AJAY9979

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Catching_Zzzs

His Jacket

That jacket.

That ugly, green coat

Which he wears with pride every day.

He says he wears it for a reason,

For a "statement."

I hate that jacket.

It doesn't fit him,

With sleeves so long that he has to fold them over

And the hem ending just above his knees.

Lazy seams along the back and sleeves,

And twisted belt loops,

And odd shoulder snaps,

And a misshaped collar,

Will anger even the newest of sewists.

Gigantic pockets only serve as holdings

For whatever he decides to take from friends.

The color of it too,

Too dull to be boring, but bright enough to

Stick out like a sore thumb.

Stains stick out on it too.

So do smells.

I hate his jacket.

Embraces envelop me in the huge material.

Those seams become tempting to trace,

The belt loops and shoulder snaps and sleeves

Become fun to tug on.

Those pockets are too easy to take back from,

And leave a little sticker or piece of candy

In it to trade.

The stains of all the snacks shared,

And the smell of him that lingers

On my own coat.

The color of that jacket

Is all I can think of

When I hear the word

"Green."

Maybe I don't hate his jacket that much.

Maybe I don't hate him much either.