Elm Poems - Poems about Elm

tribute to wych elm

a tease of a tree
wych elm with your popcorn blooms
lima bean hue

Elm Street

Elm Street
 Every town has a haunted house.
 Even driving by a ghost town.
 It’s creepy walking by at night.
 In the broken window is a small candlelight.
 It’s eerie like a scary movie.
 Having frightening dreams always lurking.
 Monsters are staring out the windows.
 They hide behind you in the shadows.
 A lullaby song

Elm trees facing the wind

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

Under the Old Elm

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

A limousine On Elm street

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

Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?

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,

Ancient Elm, Regally Frocked

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

Who Put Luebella Down the Wych Elm

"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

His Gifts of Nature

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,

Wych Elm - Poem 1

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

Oak and Elm Leaves Selfless Act

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

Ivy and the Elm

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

Remembering Elm Street

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

You Never Know What You Will See On Elm Street

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

Falling Elm Leaves

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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