Deciduous Poems - Poems about Deciduous

The old Grim Reaper, everlasting gate keeper Lies waiting like a cannibal ‘round the bend, For every kind of soul turning this life frigid cold On the other side of memories, family and friends. While praying to our gods and hoping against all odds To feel, touch and smell the scent of rose, Beyond this life full of wrong...

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Late autumn winds are quickening the leaves igniting metamorphosis of fall where spectral colors burst forth and enthrall a rapture brief, then vanishes and flees. With fading eyes, she stares through window's eaves to view the ancient oak, its heartbeat call she feels the length of years, a weighty pall her fleeting life, like leaves, will someday cease. A bitter cold now...

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Deciduous 9-9-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deciduous Artic flares beat upon my dark cocoon I come in silence to hide from the dark To bind my wounds with sunlit afternoons Wrapping my pain with loneliness, so stark, In isolation like a sinful moon Spinning silken petals, a newborn ark Whiplashed by regret’s compulsive rune And bear the weight of fear - forever marked. From a single thread my world...

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My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land as dreams rode jet streams to the cirrus strand. I grew beneath the nimbus, thunder-lush but autumn’s dry-leaf-drought did bring a hush… though soul, a snowy owl, not stuck in sand, as slowly stilled my river came to stand — my thirst...

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Oh how I rue this deciduous time; relentless in it’s passing year by year while robbing memories we hold so dear, and shedding yonker that was once our prime. Through time we plod this monumental climb; the cliffs of life we grapple fighting fear while ever facing time’s relentless jeer as youth is spent on chasing dreams sublime. And yet we’ve heard it...

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Deciduous defines days of our lives by temporary scenes upon its stage. There we progress from infancy to age, so often judged by wealth our death survives. Deciduous events tempt youthful eyes, producing all that energetic rage. Each generation writing its new page, changing values deemed societal strives. Inconstant is the work of nature’s hand, casting shadows on deciduous moons. By nightly shifting, rhythm of...

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I ponder, lying pale upon my bed; my head a 'roaring deep in notions... whys. My thinking moves to plans for my demise with comfort from my Lord in what He said - I go to build your palace overhead; just keep believing, death will loose the lies of those who groan with transitory eyes. ...

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A tiny, glowing, wing-ed creature flies to homes around the world in every land compelled to take each tooth we lose and then, to sneak a coin to sleepers whilst they sigh as wispy whistles whoosh from holes inside and taking the milk teeth we lose as planned when growing up from baby boy to man. What does a tiny...

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The maple, beech, the willow, ash and oak - abundant are the trees that shed their leaves, and in the spring, the goddess Flora weaves her magic, vanishing cold winter’s cloak. Sometimes the roots of shade trees need a soak. A tree in drought most gratefully receives the summer rains. By autumn it achieves sheer brilliance. Memories autumn days invoke. Like trees...

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Leaves leave deciduous trees in the Fall. continue shedding at its earliest. Festival on completion of harvest. Azure sky ready for Autumn to call. Maple , apple, cherry, pear, oak...

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Once newly shaped, when buds do open up. Unfurling sense, one’s eyes of Spring arise. A mother-oak, her branches grasp bird-cries. The leaves ring bell, the beaks do come to sup And sip, foliage turns into a cup. The soar-uplift of the branches - owls, wise. The nestled memories, these are the highs. Autumn wind-verve and ink decree break up. Down, down into...

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I have shed the foliage of youth Grown taller …sunk my roots ...

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Autumn leaves, I see your greenery embrace, Turning into hues of sparkling fire, In autumn's chill, where winds of change conspire, A strange loneliness fills this quiet space. Golden leaves, now departing with such grace, Remind me of a love that must retire, To dreamland’s shores, where once burned my desire, I feel you leaving,...

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DECIDUOUS LOVE I always thought our love was evergreen, Strong through every season of the year. We made our marriage vows for all to hear; We fell in love when you were sweet sixteen, As strong a love as there had ever been. Whatever life would throw we had no fear. I’d be content so long as you were near. So how did...

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When autumn winds begin their whispered call The leaves of green turn golden as they slip Into a cycle ancient, they soon rip From every branch, and gently start to fall Deciduous, they shed, graceful and tall And sleep through winter’s glacial grappling grip As spring revives them from their frozen trip But in this rest, new life grows strong for all Their...

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