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...

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seahorse all skewiff 
disordered and dishevelled
leaves us astonished...

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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
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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...

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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....

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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...

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eagles perch on leafy tree limb
overlooking territory below
guardians of the asphalt jungle and dumpster...

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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...

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I have already borne many fruits in my life
 pruned, today I don't even have leaves...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.
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