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...

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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...

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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...

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Strolling

upon Autumn’s

crackling, gilded, leafage

becomes a fragrant sensual
 
saunter


Written Oct. 23, 2015 for “Autumn Stroll Cinquain Form - Poetry Contest”....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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....is both dried berries and nut tree,
by the leafage, the sunlit the phizog,
oaks skirted the edifice's entree.

he never mentions his mother as unreal.
as I involve my mother, did he prevent her?

mawkishness -
spawned a popping sound,
What a foolish,
& semantic quibble.

mawkishness -
To defy reason,
& sanity.

m a w...

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