Best Gold Leaf Poems
The Last Gold LeafThe last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.
We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soared....
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Categories:
gold leaf, absence, bereavement, death, farewell,
Form:
Elegy
The Gold Leaf KissShe surrenders her all oranges and apples
To his crimson basket of throbbing warmth
To let her caves dance in a downpour
And cloak her snowflakes in wools of love
They are like two entwined trees
Against an embroidered slice of love-wall
Let me fission in scarlet grains
She said amidst the...
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Categories:
gold leaf, kiss, love, lust, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
gold leaf, poetry, words,
Form:
Lanterne
Gold Leaf Is Burning Very Bright By Osip MandelstamGold leaf is burning very bright
on Christmas trees and bush is hiding
toy wolves, they're looking through the night
with eerily eyes, their look is biting.
Oh, my prophetic tiresome grief,
oh, quite freedom of my ego
and empty sky that cannot live
with laughing crystal in vertigo.
P.S. This is my...
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Categories:
gold leaf, emotions, feelings, metaphor, poets,
Form:
Lyric
Gold LeafGold Leaf
Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls
They see the glow of heaven at...
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Categories:
gold leaf, age, art, business, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
One Act PlayIt is time to play,
We are approaching,
Final round day by day,
Clock says tick tick tick,
Where is your dirty diick?
Can I taste your coke???
Don't kill me with Glock...
Note.Gunfire Or Injection??...
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Categories:
gold leaf, drink, drug, fire, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
The Broken Fountain Pen DisasterThe Broken Fountain Pen Disaster
Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on
dispersing into freedom in a fly across the floor the long...
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Categories:
gold leaf, art, imagery,
Form:
Prose