Metaphor Leaf Poems | Examples
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thoughts rested
ego falls
from tree of life
Self shines
as God’s light
in cave of heart
Ah! There it breaks
On the ground soiled
Abandoned
Foolish foot tearing that unmissed
Not knowing the destruction
Lost
Once it lived up above
Now fallen down
Gone
Before it had a purpose
A bringer of life
Fallen
There in silent death
Now crippled
Free
A dislodged leaf my being floats away
In the serene stream of contemplation
From life's turbulent torrent
Meandering in the cacophony current.
To a remote placid cobalt lake it flows
Soaks up the aura of dulcet dust
Splashing from the sparkling sky
In the sensuous dawn of sunburst splendor.
On its bank stand the unruffled trees
The branches don’t sway in stillness
Their shadow on the lake lies unshaken
For the squall has stopped to swipe.
Motionless mist hangs static on solitude
Until the drifting clouds descend
With the whirl of the whistling wind
In the turbulent lake the leaf sinks.
Perturbed by the tumult from outside
I take my tortured senses deep within
To repose in the calm shade of isolation
The miasma of mislaid identity melts away.
I then perceive the divine artistry of soul
Weaving the tapestry of profound peace
In the sanctum of introspective aloneness
I discover the drowned leaf of me lost.
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November 2, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
beyond the road curve ahead I do not know,
we are still far and distant from winter snow,
autumn has sprayed green leaves some yellow, some red,
as they spiral and fall to their grassy bed.
these foliage tell tales of life and death,
glory of existence and that final breath,
when memories of life were all fresh and green,
now strewn along the road is life that had been!
I stand on a bridge to view the flowing stream,
silent it goes like a sequence in a dream,
bearing on the surface, gatherings from trees,
duty performed for nature, yearly with ease.
beauty all around is tribute to nature,
meadow is still fresh, green is still the pasture,
the demise of leaves is no reason for grief,
future will bring new seasons! time is no thief!
A traveller will stop to admire the view,
years and years from now when I have bid adieu,
that day should not be any day for remorse,
life always changes and flows and finds its course!
written 22/10/2022
after a walk along the Stratford upon Avon canal
6km of my daily habitat.
11syllables each line!
Leaf
Drifting
Slowly down,
Life’s ever journey
Toward the ending knell
Quite meaningful metaphor,
“Comes the time for life-laying down.”
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written May 31, 2022
Submitted to “Pyramids” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
As fallen dry leaf
by the wind was swept away,
that's how I took my life...
all love and all the time,
with all me inside...!
Bellow the universe,
i am only
a loose leaf
of the tree of creation ...
monitored from remote
by the gaze of God
Dancing upon the shifting crystal stage
The leaf is destined to dance the dance of the river
Aimlessly floating, turning, twirling
Its petiole dampened by the clear water
Washing over the cheerful green blade
Filtering through its veins
Exultant, is it not?
To be enraptured by the rhythm of the current
A journey so captivating and volatile
When all is transient, its colour is held
When all is uncertain, its colour is held
Applauding, the riverside grass flutters in the wind
When fortitude is as fabricated as a fairy tale
And emptiness as enduring as an epitaph
Anthocyanin arises
Drop by drop, dirtied by drab dye
Holding its colour, the leaf was beautiful
Corrupted, the leaf is free
Submitting to the sketch of the stream
The leaf cavorts, blade contorts
World distorts
Current gains speed
None can impede
The crystalline stampede
River churning
Violently turning
Of solace yearning
Embracing the call of the river, at the call of the land
Surrendering its identity
Will I still be "me" by the time I reach the sea?
Gold leaf is burning very bright
on Christmas trees and bush is hiding
toy wolves, they're looking through the night
with eerily eyes, their look is biting.
Oh, my prophetic tiresome grief,
oh, quite freedom of my ego
and empty sky that cannot live
with laughing crystal in vertigo.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Osip Mandelstam
A little tittering bird
pecking in snow? No.
A little brown leaf
stuck in snow—Shivering;
In the cold wind,
strange indeed;
the eyes seeming
to see and ears hear
silent sounds softly
streaming
in the glittering snow;
Waving shadows
of happy trees
waiting the leave
of melting memories.
The leaf turgid, green and proud
while seated on a branch of tree
turns into soul of trodden below
as human soul of the once proud
is buried, trodden afoot with boots
once I came across a leaf expelled
by the tree that it served so well
the leaf sat on bear soil thinking;
“The service I gave to mother tree
so loyally, so honestly, so eagerly
the rain, bad weather I weathered
have not been honored by mother!
Now, I am here seated alone dying,
yellow with age, suffering, vanishing,
No one comes near to vindicate me
Is this the way of the plant world?
The Oak Leaf
Tenaciously upon its bough
The wintered, withered leaf
Sustains the Southern wind somehow
Like breakers on a reef.
Each naked limb...a syncopate...
In "New Orleans Rag" time
And time again to abdicate
This clinging from its clime.
Aloft, above, abreast a hive
Of busy buzzing bees...
The taste of honey brings alive
A temporary tease;
But in the distance, thunder shouts
And lightning cracks the skies...
The circ'ling West wind joins the South's
As every leaf mound flies.
Still sticks the withered leaf above
Like honeyed toast...cohesing love.
2.25.2017©deborahburch
Sonnet
The Autumn breezes turned the leaves to gold,
They all stood their ground, and refused to fall
But then the first freeze of Winter took hold
Icy winds did blow, and they heard the call
Except for one lonely leaf that held fast
With tenacity, it vowed to hold tight
And thru the winter it did last and last
Mid icy winds of day, and cold of night
Is it not like a soul, when harsh bells are wrung
Bringing crushing sorrow, uninvited pain
There is one leaf called Hope, resides among
The darkness, to bring happiness again.
As long as that one lonely leaf hangs tight
There will be Hope, and all will be made right!
Droplets of rain slide off velvety wings
As it flies toward the trees for shelter there.
After a drought, needed moisture it brings
Hiding under the leaf, safe without a care.
Wings folded, it waits for the storm to pass,
For the clouds to break, for the sun to glow.
Its wings to dry out, all is well at last
For the journey ahead, so far to go.
As we travel thru life, storms will arrive
Leaving droplets of pain on our soul.
Then it fills with joy, now we can survive
A long life ahead is our final goal.
For us to have joy some sadness must fall,
But GOD is the leaf that shelters us all.