Acorn Poems - Poems about Acorn

"An acorn grows to a mighty oak" - words, once, my grandpa spoke when I was small. What dear Grandpa forgot to say, long ago, on that happy day, is, "Every oak must fall"....

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As I was headed home, a squirrel Passed me going south. I noticed him because he had An acorn in his mouth. Since winter’s not approaching, I am curious to know If squirrels still amass a stash For when supplies run low. Or was that nut for dinner From his daily market run? Or a late addition to a meal His family’d just begun? I have no...

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Acorn hair please the squirrel said as she scooted into the chair Same color or shape or both? Asked the beautician named Mare. Whatever you can do, but it has to be done exactly right. Because at six o’clock I am eloping, this very night. So, Mare did her best, and the squirrel was pleased in all ways. You have...

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acorn in its mouth squirrel pauses in his stride unusually warm still the leaves have fallen down shrugs his shoulders, soldiers on 11/8/2022...

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oh little acorn so small an odd , fallen but not forgotten , from seed to majestic oak, oh little acorn how youve grown. oh little acorn so odd indeed , matured , and mighty , and strong, with leaves a plenty , from branch to branch ,they go on and on. oh little acorn , now...

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I kicked an acorn down the road as I often do, to see how far it would roll, but unlike most, which quickly veer left or over the center, this one kept going and didn't stop - until it rested far down the street, seemingly waiting to be nudged once more. So, I swept it out and down the hill thinking, ...

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Acorn boy,! Run! Run! Watching him go is so much fun! They run after him from one to two. He is still running though he’s lost his shoe. Acorn boy,! Run! Run! You are gaining speed on everyone. They run after him from two to three. Come over here acorn boy, run past me! Acorn boy,! Run! Run! You are in...

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The final springing of the year May well decay, anon, I fear; The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then, I've marked my three score years and ten. The morning's fire has lit my days And led astray in many ways. But twilight dun will trespass when I glean my three score years and ten. Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer About the...

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I’m at the acorn, a coffee shop, trying to write a poem but my mind is blank. I got here early enough to get one of the comfy chairs - yeah, I’m a self-indulgent monster - and I’m not getting up until my having to pee becomes a medical emergency. What rhymes with blank.. Spank? THAT...

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preserves some acorn for bleak winter trying time... squirrel foresight wise ---------------- February 2, 2022 Syllable count checked on PS Counter Contest : Squirrel Haiku Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori...

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Acorn boy met mushroom dog in the autumn, it was fine. They both were lost in the forest, finding each other in time. They cuddled up during winter and shared all the food they had. This kept them both from starving, so they were really glad. In the spring they frolicked, loving their woodland peace. But the violets were not...

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She is a deep feet She has beaten to drown many she feeds Her face is a black green ...

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The last Acorn, I stand forlorn and alone, yet firm and strong God's kindness filled in me, all do adorn The last Acorn, I stand forlorn I protect those who keep me airborne granting them immortality for long The last Acorn, I stand forlorn and alone, yet firm and strong. The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far before I fall down to...

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From my home on a living oak branch, I viewed birds and rodents food focused with much ado. A wise, elder acorn approached me to say, “buffet, café – either way, son, we’re an entrée.” Pure fear sent me to securely clutch a branch stay. When my alarm calmed about being critter food, I wished to be with others in an...

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Why me? Alone. At edge Of decimated deciduous Sanctuary destroyed. I long for boughs Now taken Ringed history Sacrificed On the altar Of a paved future. I am the hope Of a backyard rope swing A Robin's nest A squirrel's sustenance. I shall ride The muddy flow Of unchecked runoff Sink deep my roots And grow. John G. Lawless 5/4/2020...

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