Best Leafage Poems
When the orchard grows deeply lush
filling all rows with grapes
etched by dusk like a bold paintbrush,
I trace its outline’s silhouette
and rove along this patch
Where quarter moon draws a vignette
as leafage unfurl like coiled frills
showing off plump of red …
fruits ripe turned into wine on mills
nectar releasing piquant scent--
A harvest which imbues
Nature, her life- giving intent.
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10/23/2020
Contance La France’s Writing Challenge-Tercet Contest
Categories:
leafage, farm,
Form:
Rhyme
I often set out for a hike on a lovely day of roaming,
how I love to explore the forest and countryside alone;
going deep into the lush green woods under an azure sky,
I am mesmerized by beautiful flowers by a stone.
One day, I was lost in my thoughts when I found a bridge,
an old covered red bridge in the middle of nowhere;
once upon a time perhaps it had a stream flowing beneath,
but now gone as I stood breathing in the air.
The trees and foliage would soon claim it as their own,
I loved the reflecting sky puddles here and there beneath;
in fact, I walked under it to explore as it seemed sturdy,
it was truly a peaceful scene that I had come underneath.
My muse told me to stay a while and so I dropped my pack,
venturing over the bridge and then back again and again;
I really admired the blue roof and red painted sides,
but it had no purpose except perhaps as a beautiful lane.
And that got me to thinking and pondering about life,
yes, something can be quite beautiful no matter its age,
and it can have no real purpose- like this covered bridge
leading to nowhere, over nothing but lovely leafage.
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August 26, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Covered Bridge On A Lovely Day
Copyright Protected, ID 08-933-702-26
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Lovely Day
Sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 03/02/2022
Second Place
Categories:
leafage, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
WALKING THE AUTUMN PATH
Cracklings
under my feet
breathing fragrant leafage
of reds and golds, brown twigs of trees-
fallen.
Juicy
succulent pears,
big-bright orange pumpkins
fill crates in the grocery store-
displayed.
Fresh-baked
breads, apple pies
flirting sweet to my nose,
I hastily run: tasting all,
I burp!
Cool,crisp
air kissed our cheeks
as we sit close outside
steady gazing the evening sky:
moon, stars...
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CONTEST NAME: AUTUMN STROLL CINQUAIN FORM
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
~~2nd place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
5:24 pm, October 22, 2015
Categories:
leafage, autumn, beautiful, imagery, nature,
Form:
Cinquain
Strolling
upon Autumn’s
crackling, gilded, leafage
becomes a fragrant sensual
saunter
Written Oct. 23, 2015 for “Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form - Poetry Contest”.
Categories:
leafage, autumn, beauty, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Cinquain
FRAGILE BUT DETERMINED
When leafage brushes hues of gold and brown
painting a canvass delighting the senses. The mind
tickled in imagination to wander, wonder round.
Amidst tweaks heard from brittle lumber's arms:
a seasonal alopecia brought by winds, crisp-cold.
Breezy chill caress, frenzy fanning sometime in a flash.
I tag his hands, stepping nearer for better warmth...
Rustling running crystal water tumbling to rocks
yet still, effortless flowing and flowing yelling life!
So must we even when dragging miseries arise
standing unconditionally, fragile but determined.
A whispher of prayer roar, like ocean currents
melting stony hearts. Resurrected beats drum
hopeful, lub, dub! Lub-dub! Lungs in fever air
resonating flowering depthness of undying faith
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October 10, 2017
Categories:
leafage, confidence, courage, dedication, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
How Do I Love a Cheerful God--
My cheerful God, you embrace me to fight.
How I love the way you hunt, walk and call,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the smooth catchall.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more dreamy, joyful and immortal.
Blithe winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumn-time has the blazing chortle.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your attractive eyes, voice and hands.
Thinking of your active voice fills my days.
My love for you is the amazing cans.
Now I must away with a fearful heart,
Remember my fresh words that’ll never stop.
3/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
leafage, addiction, analogy, blessing, cheer
Form:
Sonnet
The Birch
We’re hailed by changes of weather always
Pouring, wind, rain, gale and hurricane
Our dried barks and twigs easily departs
When they lavishly attack in season
Enchanting imbibe of full moon lights
We play with millions twinkling stars
Cloud travels vigilantly surrounding us
Flurry movement with smiling joyous
Various birds and sparrows nettles
In whole branches swinging whirling
Evening and morning chirping of them
Provides sweetened sleeping time gorgeous
Shelter we provide in all season to all
We don’t mind men, animal or phantom
Various insects joyfully abode us
Historical event many times with pride
Have written in our provision but
When started our birth in which reason
Far back to exact immemorial time
Turns upheavals appeared and vanished
Our races remained pervading always
Calamities various we have noticed
Dreadful volcanoes earth quakes floods
Devastation of habitation many times
We’ve seen horror of war stopping breath
Slowly but surely in the lapse of time
We came to contact with wise human beings
They knew the uses of our multiples
Fostering lives to driving enemies all
Houses to live making door windows
Ceiling, pillars, furniture other more
Decorative enchantment in festivals too
To cross the rivers with beautiful canoe plus
Fodders to animals to shoot for vegetables
Our fruits they contrived ordinary goods
Kinds and genres of our different
Familiar family Birch Betula Pendula
Mountain to plain everywhere our dwellings
Dwarf taller biggest eldest our findings
Greenish yellowish leafage luscious
Silvery skin beautiful to see and touch
Lovingly people composes writings on
Symmetry with wind when we blowing
Breeze pours joys producing sweet sound
Rustle hustle colliding leaves with twigs
Fountain signals us enamouring love present
Running gently humming with murmuring flush
Poet’s heart delights cheering the Birch
Gorgeous, vibrant unrivalled focus
History stands describing more about
Adding, idioms, phrases and anecdotes core
So old we’re in history self also
‘Veda’ describes us memorable Birch.
Categories:
leafage, bird, creation, nature, old,
Form:
Concrete
Ode to the Flowers- -A Sonnet
So fine flowers, your colors so bright.
the way in the wind you flap, wallow and soar,
Invades my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the pleasant or.
Let me compare you to a warm ember?
A blaze so biting, exciting hot, pale.
Blind winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumn time has the fighting fantail.
a sunset your blooms do blend in a haze
Colorful benign sweet, wholesome and bright.
Thinking of your good wholesome fills my days.
My love for you is the unpleasant mite.
Now I must smell with a divine heart,
Remember those light scents whilst we're apart.
12/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
leafage, analogy, appreciation, engagement, flower,
Form:
Sonnet
gently brushing nightbreak
moon sheds our outlines ‘round treetops
and here, warm breeze emboldens us
curves bare as peeled leafage
I yearn for hands fondling moist skin.
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Dear Heart’s Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868
Theme Chosen: A Dream ( Revised)
5/16/2019
Categories:
leafage, desire, longing, sweet,
Form:
Verse
Stained with little fingerprints,
echoed laughter of children's past.
Toys that were once longed for...
outgrown, forgotten, outcast.
Swing that once swayed piggy tails,
untamed leafage it only sways.
A trustee superhero...
the day, no longer, he saves.
In children that once loved you,
a more creative mind you bloomed.
Imagination needed...
these children, so well, you groomed.
Precious toys of yesterday,
by little hands no longer touched.
Precious toys of yesterday,
through you, they learned, so much.
KLW
8/23/15
Categories:
leafage, childhood, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, if I were an elephant
I sure would march around and rant
with loud and deep instructive roar
demanding mostly to implore
my fellow elephants to find...
all matriarchs and males combined...
some ways to camouflage our prize
and make them dull to human eyes.
Though we are dark, our tusks are white;
stand out in leafage day and night.
For them, we're martyred every day.
Perhaps there is a better way?
When good men tag our floppy ears,
they could then calm our deepest fears...
and paint our tusks a camo green
so through the brush cannot be seen.
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: If I Were An Elephant
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 12/12/2016
Categories:
leafage, animal, corruption, death,
Form:
Couplet
Bare feet touching gracious slopes tickles,
Carpet of green grass smitten, subdued;
Bosom caped with white and violet blooms,
Whisper hot breaths, and ecstasy stroked
A secret strength, pulsating – enraptured
Undulating earth teeming with leafage
Rugged hands mount tender luscious cleavage
Carved trunk rests; fell into a reverie -
Soon sprinkled with snow, no foliage;
Day and night, alone, what a misery!
7/16/14
Categories:
leafage, love, nature,
Form:
Dizain
Along the coastal areas
in wetlands and by creeks
the tiger snakes are waiting
alert, with bloated cheeks.
They hide in expectation
where timber rots away,
in matted vegetation
and leafage in decay.
Thick-bodied, plain or banded
right down to robust tails,
with brightly varied colours
and overlapping scales.
Their venom can be fatal.
They strike in self defence.
When threats become a danger
they go on the offence.
The tiger snakes are waiting
to catch unwary prey,
betraying no emotion.
Their patience lasts all day.
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Animal in the Wild Contest
Hosted by Line Gauthier
Placed 1st
Categories:
leafage, animal,
Form:
Quatrain
Beneath clay, roots widen their space
Nourishing hallowed tree
Which spreads into arms and fingers
Of leafage and bounty--
It listens as folks tell secrets
Its wisdom, a comfort
From nature’s delicate instinct
Shading man from harsh life.
Contest: Choose An Octavio Paz Line
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Aug 24, 2019
L2. “There, within, inside my head, the tree speaks”
Categories:
leafage, caregiving, tree,
Form:
Verse
When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole, and vole.
Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech
as they swayed,
buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight.
Giddy rills gave voice to fritillaries
that flew to the sun or moon.
Words were idioms painted upon
the melodious leafage
of the up-risen and rising.
Then that shaggy brat
the primordial ape it grunted forth,
translating its gripey gut
through the clack of a creaky tongue.
Guttural and gregarious
it learned to babble and
belch an oral discordance.
It yapped and yawped,
yawped and yapped
until a spoken language
verbosely pivoted to prolix
polluting the very airy air.
Then it was
that a nascent poet boldly stood
rhyming would with could
until even the dumbest of his tribe
understood
and cheered him fit to bust
while the green grown world
with all its idiomatic kin
lost the will to express
as before
for the fluent earth again.
Categories:
leafage, poetry,
Form:
Free verse