Leafs Poems - Poems about Leafs

Like autumn leaves, our memories rustle and fall, gently nudging levees, a bitter sweet recall. Where shadows play and deceive, I wander lost, I am a broken doll, with a mischievous grin, trapped in a maze of complexities and faux, a fleeting glimpse of joy in the darkness within, searching for the path to wisdom, hunting relief, between enlightenment and ignorance, siren...

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree… —Joyce Kilmer LOOSE LEAFS In the dusting of the Springtime, blush petals fall - sobriquet-youth. Scented thoughts of yesterday, rhyme elementary, with loose leafs.* Poems Sweet Honesty, presume. Honeysuckle lines with hair pulls. The binder, neat, with florid bloom. Exaltation of the classics. It’s only in looking behind, observation of curvy tree, wholly beautifully designed - the...

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OVER UNDER INSIDE OUT (It still doesn’t fit) The hospital gown Makes Greek statues frown You can see it in their sculpted faces And they say in disgust That they always will trust The fig leaf that the gown replaces...

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The wind is such blowing and there's a leaf stuck on the window now it's raining the storm rages trees wave Hi! 6/12/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020...

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Golden, crusty leaves falling softly from almost bare trees. Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze, Slowly dropping to the soft moist ground. They rise and fall in the cool, crisp air. It's a time of change in this world we share, Nature's importance reflecting our own lives, Letting go of our fears and again, too, we shall thrive....

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My tree which I plant. My beautiful tree, which I love. Which had a green leafs. Medium tree, which I like. After wind blow, I saw my tree leafs on the sky. The green leafs on the sky. Now the tree left with no leafs. I hate big wind. Big wind stole my tree leafs....

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Two Leafs Like two leafs in a surging spring sailing silent, toward the sea... floating on the cool of dreams alive, alone and free. And should their spirits cross in love and if their hearts believe, how then can the rushing waves wash away what they perceive? written 2017.11.18...

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Life~ is brief~ shred old lease~ turn over new~ leaf~ 4-7-17...

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A kaleidoscope of colour, dynamic impressions in flight, A spectacular display of artistry that dazzles the sight. Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine, and gold. ...

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Thursday, March the 5th of the year 2015 Another hockey battle comes along the way It's a hockey night across the bay And for the fans, it's a night of pride and respect Thursday night with the blue and white Trying to play for their season pride Thursday night with the black and blue Trying to play for their playoffs ride When the...

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They say Adam and Eve pranced around wearing nothing But fig leafs and the biggest grins the world has ever seen Imagine NO FREAKING RULES!!! All they had to worry about were those thorny bushes And the occasional lightning bolt accompanied by a loud booming voice Reminding Adam, “You owe me big time for this one, my friend!” Caine and Abel...

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Leafs and Leaves If a leaf lives in Canada, does more than one look like a pile of leafs or leaves? If I were to take those leafs to America, should they still either be called leafs or really be called leaves? To read about subject, more pages someone will have to leaf through. It seems to be beliefs that...

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I wish I could hear the trickles and the tears from these leaves till they lose color. Loosening, only to float down or travel on the sky expressthe breath of mother-earth. Guiding you to their next rebirth and as they lay and it feel its decay trickling once again. Down swords of green sinking, linking against the depth of ground collided and bonded. Next, responded cradling a new growth. From then leaves took an oath to be patient be free. Accept...

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Visiting my face A monster-angel Leads me the way to Dante....

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Satyr picking thorns Bouncing rhythms of jazz horns…. Oaks drop acorns...

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