Chestnut Poems - Poems about Chestnut

Here stands a splendid chestnut tree. But in its trunk there grows decay. It’s no longer upright we see. Each week it leans one more degree. It will come crashing down one day. Here stands a splendid chestnut tree. It’s a...

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Chestnut colored eyes That pierce through my lies, and seem Thousands of years old...

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You can tell They ring your bell As you holiday shop Going from block to block Itthe smoke You almost joke As they bust It's CHRISTMAS CHESTNUT...

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And here I am under your majestic embrace Giving into what your nature shares Wondering why you need those spiky pods Is it to protect what you treasure most? When autumn comes you then let it go. I too have my spiky pods Holding on, not wanting to let go. Keeping safe my inner soul. As the leaves changes I hold my breath And...

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There he stood with his painted face; All focused on the bright colours that he wore. No one saw his eyes (they were out of place), Why should they? That's not what they had paid to see. It was his jolliness that they chose to embrace. His eyes, though, he could not over paint. He could only shade around them in...

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There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew, They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast, Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew And the waitress glides along much like a ghost. The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade Many...

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My neighbour out searching for conkers Is blessed with incredible honkers But when she bends down All the housewives frown Where to look drives their husband bonkers!...

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Into the mellow I fall gently gliding into green pastures owling eyes watching behind birch, the sound of breaking pine wild horses flying past the wind, a country of blushing skies The quiet day arrives and feeds their mane some golden air as the pillow soft burnish leaves crisp at my feet ...

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What became of the old chestnut tree? That stood tall for all to see I cannot find them now, did they die? All this time I’ve wondered why. Limbs would arch and touch one another Chestnuts would drop hard and I’d run for cover, All over the ground they would lie Reminds me of the walnut trees that stood by. Piling up the...

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the moon hangs high in the spacious sky your chestnut hair looks lovely laced with silver....

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its not over yet so go get the thing that bust knock out the rust not a joke theses thing smoke hires from that hot fires its the reason its CHESTNUT SEASON...

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as wind blow tho it may snow you go as it go high the smoke it fly its holiday smell the the stuff the bust its THE COLD AND CHESTNUT...

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you can tell they sing ring bell there smoke makes you choke as it goes high flows to the sky its holiday shell the bust part of CHRISTMAS AND CHESTNUTS...

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the the time year getting near its that smell you can tell it rings your bell as smoke go higher sitting at home faces to faces with things that bust CHESNUTS AND FIRE PLACE...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy. Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap. For years he had tilled the soil planting crops, in fields by river's edge, In the shadow of an old chestnut tree. Nearby a small house,...where she...

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