Best Leafs Poems
For Jack and the Blueridge Mountains
Close my eyes ~
I’m on that mountain
lush with Autumn taste.
Close my eyes ~
We are love entwined
in crisp fall leafed lace.
Close my eyes ~
Lips of first perfect kiss,
once more bliss moist my lips
Close my eyes ~
We are young again,
connecting eyes, souls and skin
Close my eyes ~
Sharply, my satin-sad edged truths
wonder if autumn ever takes you … too …
Close your eyes ~
Kiss me with eager touch. As fire’s savior,
thrill to shivers in dew soft, mountain air.
Caress-wrapped, we lay in misty vapor
from dusk’s bursting promise of brazen flush
until dawn’s fresh sonnet on takings rush.
Close your eyes ~
Grasp our hearts of innocent stares
watching how teenage summer dies
when feelings are autumn implied
Categories:
leafs, emotions, first love,
Form:
Free verse
Thursday, March the 5th of the year 2015
Another hockey battle comes along the way
It's a hockey night across the bay
And for the fans, it's a night of pride and respect
Thursday night with the blue and white
Trying to play for their season pride
Thursday night with the black and blue
Trying to play for their playoffs ride
When the dance on the ice begins to ring
Their voices of strong support will begin to sing
With an atmosphere of a pep rally from high school
The cheers of a true fan - a hockey team's supporting tool
Toronto Maple Leafs - the underdog team
Coming away from the bay to fight for respect
Tampa Bay Lightning - the elite team
Coming from the bay to keep their respect
From the cheers of "GO LEAFS GO" away from home
To the cheers of "LET'S GO LIGHTNING" close to home
Hockey Night in Tampa Bay - a worthy game to expect
And their season matchup will be known as "The Hockey Battle of Respect"
Categories:
leafs, fun, games, hockey, march,
Form:
Rhyme
Satyr picking thorns
Bouncing rhythms of jazz horns….
Oaks drop acorns
Categories:
leafs, allegory, nature
Form:
Haiku
A kaleidoscope of colour, dynamic impressions in flight,
A spectacular display of artistry that dazzles the sight.
Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine, and gold.
A leafs transforming demise, is a beauty to behold.
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent,
The beauty of a leafs demise is resplendent iridescence.
Seasons change as midlife cedes to ever advancing age,
Power sapped by constant transience, yields place to the sage.
A leafs downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season,
It's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason.
When a leaf, takes it's leave, exits gracefully from the scene,
Transcendent beauty leaves us breathless, an event to be seen.
John Derek Hamilton October 30,2015
Categories:
leafs, appreciation, autumn, beauty, change,
Form:
Quatrain
They say Adam and Eve pranced around wearing nothing
But fig leafs and the biggest grins the world has ever seen
Imagine NO FREAKING RULES!!!
All they had to worry about were those thorny bushes
And the occasional lightning bolt accompanied by a loud booming voice
Reminding Adam, “You owe me big time for this one, my friend!”
Caine and Abel along with seven other offsprings
Were the result of a lot of hanky panky
Do you blame him??? He was the luckiest dude EVER!!!
My question is, how did they keep those fig leafs in place
Scotch Tape? Elmer's Glue? Velcro?
Also why did they need those damn things to begin with
There wasn't another living soul to be seen
Imagine today, if we walked around naked as a jaybird
The population of the world would soar from 7 billion
To well over 20 billion in a matter of nine months counting twins
I'm not saying we couldn't carry on as usual with our daily routine
But perhaps the routine would be interrupted now and then
I have a suggestion for future generations if this becomes a problem
Think of Drew Carey naked!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
leafs, fun, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Visiting my face
A monster-angel
Leads me the way to Dante.
Categories:
leafs, death,
Form:
Haiku
Two Leafs
Like two leafs in a surging spring
sailing silent, toward the sea...
floating on the cool of dreams
alive, alone and free.
And should their spirits cross in love
and if their hearts believe,
how then can the rushing waves
wash away what they perceive?
written 2017.11.18
Categories:
leafs, death, life, love,
Form:
Quatrain
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree…
—Joyce Kilmer
LOOSE LEAFS
In the dusting of the Springtime,
blush petals fall - sobriquet-youth.
Scented thoughts of yesterday, rhyme
elementary, with loose leafs.*
Poems Sweet Honesty, presume.
Honeysuckle lines with hair pulls.
The binder, neat, with florid bloom.
Exaltation of the classics.
It’s only in looking behind,
observation of curvy tree,
wholly beautifully designed -
the step by step instruction wings.
With irregular ruler edge,
falls sweetest words along the ledge.
Categories:
leafs, poetry, school, senses, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
I wish I
could hear
the trickles and the
tears from these
leaves till they
lose color.
Loosening, only to
float down or travel
on the sky
expressthe breath of
mother-earth.
Guiding you to their
next rebirth and as
they lay and it feel
its decay trickling
once again.
Down swords of green
sinking, linking
against the depth of
ground collided
and bonded.
Next, responded
cradling a new
growth.
From then leaves
took an oath to be
patient be
free.
Accept fate, and to
just be..
8/4/14
Categories:
leafs, beautiful, growth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
OVER UNDER INSIDE OUT
(It still doesn’t fit)
The hospital gown
Makes Greek statues frown
You can see it in their sculpted faces
And they say in disgust
That they always will trust
The fig leaf that the gown replaces
Categories:
leafs, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Leafs and Leaves
If a leaf lives in Canada, does more than one look like a pile of leafs or leaves?
If I were to take those leafs to America, should they still either be called
leafs or really be called leaves?
To read about subject, more pages someone will have to leaf through.
It seems to be beliefs that someone believes in.
There is a chief who is chief over a tribe of Indians who needed a chief.
He has a meeting with a council of chiefs where each one achieves what they had in mind. The chief grows old and they have to relieve from his position as Chief and the chief reason is due to poor health.
Should they leave the Chief in his current chief position which has been the
highest one of all and chief over all chiefs?
What happens to the Chief's wife when the chief dies? Does she still retain
her position as the past chief's wife even though the past chief is deceased
or is she only widow of the past chief?
Is the wife either Mrs. or Ms. Chief who now misses the Chief who did die and pass away?
Now that the Chief is missed and not wanting to make or cause any further
mischief or alarm, what do you think? I am going to leave the leaf and Chief issue up to you. Will I ever obtain or find any relief from the whole chief and leaf issue thing anyway?
Put this entire thing into whatever poetic form you want to or would prefer. I will defer to whatever you prefer.
My mind and head I just had thumpted
Was I politically correct or poetry bankrupt?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier
PS. In Canada, they have maple leafs.
Categories:
leafs, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Life~
is brief~
shred old lease~
turn over new~
leaf~
4-7-17
Categories:
leafs, change, life,
Form:
Lanterne
Golden, crusty leaves falling softly from almost bare trees.
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze,
Slowly dropping to the soft moist ground.
They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air.
It's a time of change in this world we share,
Nature's importance reflecting our own lives,
Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive.
Categories:
leafs, autumn,
Form:
Rhyme
My tree which I plant.
My beautiful tree, which I love.
Which had a green leafs.
Medium tree, which I like.
After wind blow,
I saw my tree leafs on the sky.
The green leafs on the sky.
Now the tree left with no leafs.
I hate big wind.
Big wind stole my tree leafs.
By patric ndidzulafhi munyai
Categories:
leafs, flying,
Form:
ABC
Leafs of life falling
so rapidly each day,
as leafs begin to fall
ages are behind you,
time has left you standing
so still and quite.
As leafs begin to fall
each Autumn, like summer
you wonder, where has time
vanished to.
While the leafs slowly
descend to the cold
hard ground you know
your days are short.
Everyone wants to leave
this world on a happy note,
so as the last leaf begins
to fall,
ask your self, what can
I do?
Search out some poor
soul and help them
make their life worth living.
wrote 10-1-08
Categories:
leafs, lifelife,
Form:
Free verse