Best Leafy Poems
Nature’s Single Dad’s
THE LEAFY SEA DRAGON
Gracefully swaying without need for speed
Are creatures of beauty, disguised as seaweed.
Up to twelve inches long from tail to snout
These delicate creatures just drift about.
They carry, as they move like galleons in sail,
Silk-like appendages, leafy and pale
On back spines, projecting as masts on a ship
Sailing the oceans, they rise and they dip,
To the rhythm of moon tides; full or neap,
They travel the seas; these Dragons of the Deep.
Through weed-covered reefs and meadows of sea grass
There’s neither a neigh nor a moo as they pass.
They resemble sea horses in flowing silk gowns
Drifting on rhythms, dancing up and then down.
They slow dance through the water just moving around
No fire, no flames from these dragons; not a sound.
The mother will lay two hundred eggs on Dad’s patch
Of soft sponge, where safely they’ll hatch.
The sun flashes golden as she drifts on by,
While in the shadow on his tail, his offspring lie.
This single Dad of the deep tends a new generation,
Of Leafy Sea Dragon eggs; a fascinating creation.
Less than one inch when first hatched from the eggs
As newly formed babies; ready for life without legs.
They drift as if they feed, gaining the silky covered bone
To a length of twelve inches by the time they’re full grown.
The cycles of the moon dictate the rhythms and motion
Of this Leafy Sea Dragon in the great Southern Ocean.
The Leafy Sea Dragon is just one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species.
Categories:
leafy, animals, caregiving, dedication, education,
Form:
Couplet
seahorse all skewiff
disordered and dishevelled
leaves us astonished
Categories:
leafy, nature, sea,
Form:
Haiku
A Leafy Land
To the North and East, green sloped Downs above
The Weald* of Kent. Beneath, the Pilgrim’s Way
Where Monk, traveller and Penitent walked
And Chaucer wrote of the Canturbury Tales.
A land of ancient paths; Chestnut and Oak,
Where Kings and Princes held castle towers.
Oast Houses; beacons to ancient crafts,
Red brick, half timbered dwellings, pan tiled roofs.**
Meadows of buttercup and columbine.
A historic land of hops and fruit.
A leafy land where Jute and Saxon came.
To the South, the bleak and lonely Marshes,
A land of sheep and one time smuggler’s haunts.
Then to the West, high chalk Downs and Sussex.
Beyond, the sea surging on shingled shores
Where the Saxon yielded to Norman Sword.
* Weald – Saxon – A forested or uncultivated tract of land. Probably related to ‘wild’.
**Pan tiles - A type of pan baked clay tile used in the Eastern counties of Scotland and England, rarely in other parts of the Country. First imported from Holland in the early 17th Century.
06/11/17
Categories:
leafy, england, history,
Form:
Free verse
As I walk the leafy road to happiness
With sun shining high up in the sky
Showing me the peace I can possess
As I walk the leafy road to happiness
It eases all signs of strain and stress
Tears of joy you can see me cry
As I walk the leafy road to happiness
With the sun shining high up in the sky
Penned 27 September 2014
Categories:
leafy, happiness, life,
Form:
Triolet
gently touching hands
strolling barefoot by a stream
a timeless romance
And the grass won't pay no mind.
Written and performed by Neil Diamond.
9 / 2 / 2019.
Categories:
leafy, love, nature, romance, water,
Form:
Senryu
by Wayne Wysocki
I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate
The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur
For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips
But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate
I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green
I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.
Categories:
leafy, food, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Despite the fact that children
Keep increasing as to size,
If Ted Cruz had been elected
Every school’d be serving fries.
For while blasting Ms. Obama,
With her push for “leafy greens,”
Ted announced, that as first lady,
Heidi’d shake up those routines.
If obesity’s a problem
(And most experts say it is)
We should thank our lucky stars
That school lunch menus won’t be his.
Categories:
leafy, food, political,
Form:
Rhyme
eagles perch on leafy tree limb
overlooking territory below
guardians of the asphalt jungle and dumpster
Categories:
leafy, bird, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Is spirit of the leafy woods a he or a she?
Does it matter? Asked the sage mushroom.
Just curious, said the neonate elf.
Why?
I do not know.
The sage mushroom smiled at the neonate elf.
Shes and hes are more alike than different, right?
Both hes and shes have feelings.
Both hes and shes have thoughtfulness.
Both hes and shes help out the woods.
That is true, replied the neonate.
Categories:
leafy, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
I have already borne many fruits in my life
pruned, today I don't even have leaves
Categories:
leafy, allegory, allusion, fruit, imagery,
Form:
Couplet
A fleet
of clover feet.
The puddle grunts.
Crouched atop
leafy beds,
groovy eyes
dance.
Croaks and caws,
a symphony.
A quartet
in the woods.
Categories:
leafy, animal,
Form:
Free verse
I'm sitting in a pile of leaves
waiting for the mad to comb my hair.
My eyebrows are dead butterflies.
The wind comes with sips of water.
My wife has gone
to buy a rich, heavy, fruit cake,
she will bring it home
on a pick-up truck.
I'm just okay here,
soon I will have to move though,
this day needs me to stitch it together
with a Chinese leaf blower.
Categories:
leafy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds.
Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots,
after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options.
Breakfast and the Broadwood table is salted and buttery.
Blue and white dishes, like fledglings, wait to be fed.
I sense soccer moms hurrying their ducklings along.
Egg sandwiches will spontaneously appear on the hour.
Nearby, bushy shrubs sup on their own green tealeaves.
I like it here, where groundhogs whistle in the cabbage patch.
Spreading blueberry jam, wondering what kind of man I am,
shrugging the thought away.
Categories:
leafy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
We sleep on each other,
lick on each other,
run around and nip on each other,
we are wholly 'each other,'
personalities
hid
in the ruff and fur around our necks
and the snaggle of our teeth.
We wag in unison
heart-timers synchronized.
When out in the big smell
we seek every scent
that sprout's
from the muddy baths and the great
wafting sky-waves that call to our blood
to come join,
come lope and snuffle.
The trails of other's drives us crazy,
we roll in bundles of ecstasy,
squat, squirt and snap at the thick odiferous airs
then inhale the news from every rump
we greet.
Under our skittering paws
leaf and grass, spatter and scatter
as we charge into each other.
What are these leaves of grass?
Each one could be a page
in poem of sniff and scratch.
The wind threads through our snouts
and we shake our heads
until our brains rattle in wonder.
Old Walt Whitman forgets to mention us,
but deep within his far pacing musings
we are there like an itch.
When he pauses his pen to nap and dream
our breathy huff huffiness
tickles his toes.
Categories:
leafy, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
leafy sea dragon so fragile and dainty
floating among the lifeless seaweed
unseen by most, maybe all the rest
Your costume a natural camouflage gown
I will keep your secret ensuring your safety
Categories:
leafy, animal,
Form:
Blank verse