Short Sweet Gum Poems
Short Sweet Gum Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sweet Gum by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sweet Gum by length and keyword.
sweet gum's base wrapped tight
tree's limbs loaded with round balls....
pond catches offsprings
Sweet gum
Three pronged leaves
Foot like, dancing in breeze
Hung upon the clothesline drips blood
Scarlet
Those spiked thorns of sweet gum balls
cause a sprawl
and sprained ankle,
close calls
Sour my day, sweet gum balls
curse you! so ill befalls!
Once and for all,
no sweet, no sweet gum balls-injury befalls
your innocent victims, vicious, thorny, balls!
Form:
Those spiked thorns of sweet gum balls
cause a sprawl
and sprained ankle, close calls
Sour my day, sweet gum balls
curse you! so ill befalls!
Once and for all,
no sweet, no sweet gum balls-poison befalls
your innocent victims, poisonous, vicious, thorny, balls!
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Sweet Gum Tree's Beauty
Is in crimson leaves in fall
Stands out in forest
Different in cool of year_
Danger lurks underneath
A tree of height dreams was vast Sweet gum it seems,
when I chance to retrace tender childhood thoughts.
Young dreams of enemy's luck in classic schemes.
Thoughts would drift as wars with my demons were fought.
An old Sweet gum tree, my womb of strong support,
she mothered my dreams, fetus did not abort.
Divine boughs call now I Godly dedicate,
my witness by grace, as I still meditate.
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4/19/2011
A spindling sun stream on bough's cloak spun
Melange of orange, yellow, red on foliage doth billow
Decadent Umbrella wields fluorescent shield o'er barren
fields
Glinted blades colorful shades heighten
Bright-cherry, Oak leaf gloss doth floss
Purple haze of each Sweet Gum lobe doth tase
Yellow fringes on White Oak fingers waxes with gilding
syringe
Orange Marmalade, Maple stars varnished with tinseling
spade
Blue Beech crusted folds dusted with a brackish rust
Death Of A Sweet Gum
Miracle Man
3/14/2022
Leaves cascading as if indiscriminately lost,
casualties of nature and multiple nights frost.
Once a coat of many colors on our Sweet Gum Tree,
they’ve quickly become just more yard debris.
Leaving exposed, a tree with prickly brown balls,
that will winter as ugly until the last one falls.
This yearly problem no more sticks in my craw,
my light bulb moment was my Stihl chain saw.
Varoom, varoom, varoom.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree – Emily Brontë
Blow wind blow
blow through rustic leaves
a few fall
a carpet
as maple, sweet gum, and oaks
cover the woods path.
The sweet hush
we traverse the path
take my hand
icy way
idyllic panorama
cottages galore.
Smoke swirled up
the smell of coffee
outside leaves
twirled in red
our eyes found fine ecstasy
Fall increase our love.
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