Best Maple Leaf Poems
I see you there in forest deep
When the world is still asleep
You ...the defiant one
With your hardened backside
Turned to me
And I ... hearing through frozen ears
The cracking whispers that you speak
Before you fall in utter silence
The last leaf of autumn
At my feet
Our flag makes us proud no matter where we roam
Proud as beavers about this great land called home
A maple leaf is our symbol
An image so simple
Yet so meaningful in the hearts of all us gnomes
maple leaf slowly
turns yellow reflects from creek..
lone curled leaf floats down
More leaves fall from the same tree
They dance carried on the wind
yellow maple leaf
lands upon a rounded stone...
fall's decoration
fierce winds whip the trees
and leaves blow across garden..
lawn of yellow leaves
Yellow reflected 'pon lake
Teardrop breaks placid surface
the whistling winds blow
the last cured leaf to the ground...
laughing children play
Collaboration between Sara Kendrick and Jack Horne
Sara's stanzas 1, 3, 5,
Jack's stanzas 2, 4, 6
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Change comes turning red
Being released floating..wind
Soar glorious heights
The maple leaf a symbol of Canada, red and white official colors,
Thousand of designs, years of exhausting debate, finally unfurled in 1965;
It adorns the tombstones of military graves, it flutters above my great county.
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July 15, 2015
Verse
Flag of Canada
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Represent your Country/State, sponsor, Skat
Second Place
Crimson Maple Leaf
by Valerie D. Staton
Crimson Maple leaf
lackadaisically swirled
amidst a backdrop of blue
I’ll put a maple leaf on your soft palm.
And when the train arrives, I’ll kiss you gently.
My careless angel, you are leaving now.
“Bear up,” I’ll say as usual, “Don’t forget me”.
I cannot give you all the things you need.
I am a person you can just rely on.
Sometimes I may be too reserved and strict.
But does it mean I’m made of steel or iron?
The purple leaf is gleaming in your hand.
There’re no words of love before we part.
But I am sure that you’ll understand
It’s not the leaf I’ve given you but my heart.
Dedicated to my sister
the brooch is the sugar maple shape of Canada's national tree
created by the jeweler Aspry &Co
with many dazzling brilliant cut diamonds
inherited by Queen Elizabeth 11 in 2002 from her mother
and she loved it . . . wearing it often high on her right shoulder
I saw Queen Elizabeth 11 in the 2010 Canada Day Celebration
as clouds sailed across the sky . . . she was a picture of serenity
with the maple brooch pinned on a beautiful red ensemble
and my eyes swelled with a sea of tears
I am so proud that this symbol of Canada brooch has become part of
the Royal Collection . . . though it is not an antique yet
it will be one day in the future and will be passed down to royal women
for the the drums of time will always roll through history
forever, and ever until the end of time
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September 14, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/maple leaf brooch
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1487-178-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
I watched a maple leaf’s descent to ground.
It’s downward swaying motion, every now
And then a pirouette without a sound
until it came to rest so gently down.
I asked myself: A life so brief and yet
So beautiful, is life to be defined
By lasting time and taken for granted?
To go around in circles disinclined
To find profundity-Sad existence!
Ah! But the leaf, its purpose foreordained:
To live a measured life, a subsistence
Profound in many ways and unrestrained.
To waste a lengthy life, so incomplete
I’d sooner live my life a maple leaf.
English Haiku Three Verse Poem©
A maple leaf came
Floating down to the ground
In a breeze of wind
And settled right there
Where there was no maple tree,
Only dying grass.
It would never live
Again, no matter the springs
That came after snows.
W.C.Hull © 2020-I53-K53-13-L61-13
I see the October sky best through a maple leaf.
I had no idea what he meant, this guy named Reif.
So he showed me how he views October through a leaf.
It has to be maple, so you can wish on it he said with pure belief.
A bright red maple leaf rests in the road
Fallen with many stories to be told
Its beauty remains on the pavement to see
As in life, we may tumble on our way to be free
No fallen journey lacks lessons to learn
Even while falling, brings us concern
We can grow with the seasons, willingly
Our beauty is seen if we allow it to be
Heidi Sands
10/15/20
The young Maple Leaf stands there,
Canada's favorite tree.
The young sapling,,
Layered to perfection.
Admired by Canadians everywhere,
Sign for our Canadian hockey team.
A beautiful tree to behold,
Leaves swaying in the breeze.
The Maple Leaf is a coveted song,
Sung by choirs and soloists.
Beautiful to behold,
Perfect in shape and form.
I view you from the dinning-hall window,
Watching you gain prowess each day/
What a miracle you are,
God's chosen beautiful tree.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schuetz
lone maple leaf
washed-up on a log
rivers treasures
a dry maple leaf
sets sail into the unknown…
puddles rough with wind
25.05.2019
Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
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