Maples Poems - Poems about Maples

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......Read the rest...

...Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip. Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon? Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals of bubblegum fuchsias, the......Read the rest...

...She smiles and considers the crowd, all backward somersaulting detached vagabonds, all, serious soft smalls revealed - marshmallows imbued with the glee of writing irregular poetry; works of......Read the rest...

...my favorite color is tangerine orange, glowing like the sun reminding me of twilight, orange juice, and Nikes on the run Wait! Stop! Maybe my favorite is green, for it reminds me of trees Oaks, ma......Read the rest...

...Spring is cold in its cool pastel colors. Today, Winter’s a fool to tread so late past its season. Its gait freezes flowers. Spring’s upset with the winterly arrogate. Depression wi......Read the rest...

... My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban dwellers, we were constantly bombarded with the rumble of noises driftin......Read the rest...

...Tears, softly falling, Grieving for the dreams, Beyond knowing, Dreams, silent, growing, Within the spirit, Where Jesus love is flowing, In frequent gestures, Wise and everlasting, Stirring t......Read the rest...

...The less I move my lips at my 4:00 am Saturday morning sessions The more These words are trees standing still beside a racing river A long way away Freight train bores the night Moon without ......Read the rest...

...The winter wind is roaring through the pines, giving frigid kiss to still green leaves. Their strong relentless branches only wine. For lusty gusts won’t bring them to their knees. The staunch ......Read the rest...

... Seeping through families of oaks, Surrounded by pines, laurels and all… Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe, Silent like the peace I find here, Enclosed in their embrace, Soft music......Read the rest...

...Red Oak menstruates in the heat of summer Beech and maples stand back from her labor Moonlight lifts her skirt Wind drifts through her leaves She stomps in circles only the owls divine Piper o......Read the rest...

... O, I see you're coming back to Ella of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore, as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore. Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle, ......Read the rest...

...stars of clarity hide - muffled lost in a flurry of blizzards, like the screams of famished owls that echo through a silent wood. wet snow falls - frozen tears coat skeletal arms where oaks a......Read the rest...

...when maples blushed red, you came as a whiff of air, nudging into me. I drift to a reverie, in which I so love to drown ......Read the rest...

... Nameless dreams seem to echo, returning… Joy and peace, flavors of a season, fall Stirring embraces from the wind, yearning For gentle and soft, a slow Southern drawl Joy and peac......Read the rest...