Top 100 Poems About: GREEN

In this page, poems on / about “green” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower

    The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
    Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
    Is my destroyer.
    And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 2.
    The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God

    There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
    There's a little marble cross below the town;
    There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
    And the Yellow God forever gazes down. read more »

    John Milton Hayes
  • 3.
    Green Chile

    I prefer red chile over my eggs
    and potatoes for breakfast.
    Red chile ristras decorate my door,
    dry on my roof, and hang from eaves. read more »

    Jimmy Santiago Baca
  • 4.
    The Echoing Green

    The sun does arise,
    And make happy the skies;
    The merry bells ring
    To welcome the spring; read more »

    William Blake
  • 5.
    Being Young And Green

    Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
    Never in the world will I to living wight
    Give over, air my mind
    To anyone, read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 6.
    Green Mountain

    You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
    I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care. read more »

    Li Po
  • 7.
    There Is A Green Hill

    THERE is a green hill far away,
    Without a city wall,
    Where the dear Lord was crucified,
    Who died to save us all. read more »

    Cecil Frances Alexander
  • 8.
    Green: The Color... [green Things]

    My favorite colors are green and brown.
    Green-leafed trees polka-dot our town.
    Green’s the color of farm pond scum,
    and green’s the color of green tea gum. read more »

    Bri Edwards
  • 9.
    Miss Lloyd Has Now Went To Miss Green

    Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green,
    As, on opening the box, may be seen,
    Some years of a Black Ploughman's Gauze,
    To be made up directly, because read more »

    Jane Austen
  • 10.
    The Green River

    I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
    And like a running river, winds along
    Into a leafy wood where is no throng
    Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield read more »

    Lord Alfred Douglas
  • 11.
    Green Fields

    By this part of the century few are left who believe
    in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts
    of them served on plates and the pleas from the slatted trucks
    are sounds of shadows that possess no future read more »

    William Stanley Merwin
  • 12.
    My Sage Green Robe

    I sit on my bed, and look across at my sage green towelling robe,
    hanging on the back of the bedroom door.

    Does he still 'fancy' me, read more »

    Ernestine Northover
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