Elm Poems - Poems about Elm

I saw the Elm trees Standing tall in the cold winter The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves Blowing up alike fireflies Their tough branches hit the hurricane I heard the wind hissing in pain The baptism of the wind Revealing the resilience of the trees When the hope of spring has been quietly arriving A...

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That evening, we sat under the old elm, its bark flaking like dead scales from a fish. You pointed to the sky, but the stars did not come out— only the moon, swollen like a bruise above the rooftops. You whispered about the farmer, how he placed his scythe beneath his pillow, dreaming of storms. I listened, but saw only your shadow stretching across the grass, twisting...

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I think about nothingness mostly these days My nothingness is not foggy and mystic Not demanding about the attires, undone Still dumped in the bucket, for reasons, not aligned in chorus All I know that time Asynchronous and foggy that Those all are in, with humbleness And gratitude To ponder and assure I am possible, I am dusable And I shall be. Clouds dispersing as...

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I had a cat, a large one I thought I loved the cat The cat thought he loved me too! Then, one day, They took the cat away The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence And Sameeha’s science club chapstick And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way,...

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Rooted on a moss-banked hill, its branches spread far and wide. By Summer's end, leaves veined gold and crimson. Then, Autumn’s hand brushed them with russet paint. Twas the time of year the elm tree despised. Wind ruffled in their last days, leaves danced as if burning flames, until gales sent them tumbling to the ground. Barren, as though in malaise, the elm...

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"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?" There are rumours about me, some come seeking me with their geiger counters and ouji boards with their heart shaped planchettes unanswered questions in the woods, crackling within the sounds of leaves invisible dead things speaking underfoot white noise boxes that ghosts are meant to genuinely speak through radio signals code for decoding intrepid other spectrals that touch the soil let...

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The earth speaks to the soul Whispering peace, reflections of hope Singing grace through the heart The trees, oak – birch and pine Laugh at the wind, dancing elegantly Like silhouettes of miracles The flowers, roses blushing light Shimmering beneath dewdrops Sun revealing silent shouts of praise The birds, butterflies and dragonflies In hues of azure, sapphire, emerald Glide over the meadow, through the leaves The rabbits,...

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Who put Lubella in the wych elm? Wrangled roots and writhing barks, Little blue shoes and fine black strands. Was it the witch or the wych? A flash of red, simmering musks, An era of tragedy thriving. A flesh tinged with a subtle darkness, Hardened with resolve. Blackened tongues convey sickened truths. Convenient stretches of white lace draped across a tarnished stone statue. Which...

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Well-wishers in the form of oak leaves dribbled down trunks. They landed in a pile of happy sentiments and sweet thoughts The brownies and faeries of the forest felt their generosity They had sacrificed themselves to help bring winter forward. Like kamikaze pilots, they leapt to their death, to entice Jack Frost A selfless act, unappreciated by many, but the...

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The mighty Elm said to the Vine, “On me you may climb, to reach out for the sun.” Ivy was not shy, for she had her reasons why, So replied to the Elm, “only if you don’t mind?” The Elm being proud, looked Ivy in the eye, “I see no reason why we both cannot survive?” So Ivy held on...

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Remembering Elm Street Take my hand – follow the plan, Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street; Friends to play with and neighbors to greet But now that we see all that we can Let’s turn the corner and go to Elm Street. Questions run all over your face Where is Elm Street – a magical place? A kingdom where...

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You Never Know What You’ll See on Elm Street Take my hand – follow the plan, Let’s go for a walk down wide Spruce Street; Friends to play with and neighbors to greet But now that we see all that we can Let’s turn the corner and go to Elm Street. Questions run all over your face Where is Elm Street...

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Falling Leaves Specific to the Elm Long before Fall, Elm trees thin their leaves, And Elm trees are the ones we have plenty of. Tiny little ovals turn tan and gold and green and drifting, Riding on hair and clothes to fall off on just gleaming floors. Not a surprise they cling to the mouth, on your little pet's...

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her elm leaves float up a little side to side dance honoring the wind...

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Mourning the holes in my canopy Three Catalpa now The Maple next door My own Cedars And the Pine that brought the Crossbills But then there's the little Elm on my block It's spine entwined with the iron fence The house burnt down last year The big old Maple brought down I was warmed to see the little Elm survived His burnt bits delicately removed I...

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