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Foliaged Poems - Poems about Foliaged


Premium Member spring haiku 2025
...foliaged branches spring’s hideaway dusk to dawn ~ ballast of birdsong ......

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Categories: foliaged, bird, tree,
Form: Haiku
Angela Angelica
...~Come enjoy .. a resplendent stroll in Angela Angelica ~.. Foliaged-clad shrubs versatile petal kissed pathway whispering a......

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Categories: foliaged, appreciation, art, beauty, flower,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member 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 ......

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Categories: foliaged, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
One Last Autumnal Song
...The sun peeps today, and the half-bare are foliaged like pole dancers. Dot my frisky steps, the autumn is not dead but giving alms to the sky. Walk with me, but do not talk I have to listen to w......

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Categories: foliaged, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Symphony of October
...Summer haze drifts, azure sky glistens daffodil time. In nature’s festive month aglow every leaf turns a flower, umber and yellow. The rustle of fluttering hues, foliaged tune of whisp......

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Categories: foliaged, autumn, october,
Form: Free verse



Memories On Branches
...Early March, warm sunshine entices out Numerous hidden sprig formed new leaves From tree bark's yielding grey/brown seeping grout encrusted branches stirring overhead A Springtime environment con......

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Categories: foliaged, seasons, tree,
Form: Rhyme
Homonym
...Don’t you agree with my ability to loosen up on our times in no night ? A river thing was flowing through foliaged silence. In deranged hour of the neck tie, you throw up obscenity on road. What ? ......

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Categories: foliaged, art, night, night,
Form: ABC
Vietnam Wall
...The black wall reflected my white-washed skin and disheveled jacket, above the chattering din... Loosly lopsided glasses hang limply on my face, Cold, dark, black, they somehow seemed to fit this......

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Categories: foliaged, history, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme

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