Poems about leaves



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№ 1210504

Little Leaves

Dry, crisp, brittle leaves were strewn
Across the forest floor almost like fallen
Soldiers in the battlefield laying in ruin.

But to children this forest was a playground
Where children could access their imagination
And build piles of leaves like fortresses.

These fortresses would later be blown
Away by giant gusting winter storms.
Leaves were no match for the winds, but still
They fought on willing themselves not to tear,
For if they did it would be like hundreds
Of little hearts shattering from sorrow.

Come spring, the little brittle leaves have
Been blown away and in their place grow
Beautiful lavender flowers like a big purple
Blanket on which the children now lay on
Remembering their fallen friends.

*In memory of those brave little leaves


leaves.

Author: Bryce K
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Date: 07/04/2020


№ 1207729

Leafs, leaves..

Careless children
Breaking glass like charm
Snowing down on us
Little lives led astray
Little love given each day
People fly, fail and still
Continue to flutter
I cry, flail and dismantle
A sordid mess
Of unwanted memories


leafs,  leaves.

Author: Cazandra Leia Oh
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Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1206541

Dry Leaves in Autumn

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner

Oh I'd start way back in the south corner
Where the old cabin shed stores the rake
Thinks she of her afternoon's tedious chore
Wishing that she could set the piles on fire

Alas, it's dreaded to have outdoor fire
For fear it would burn down more than you desire
Back where I'm from that would be campfire
Here I'd better bag'em for easy transfer

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner


autumn,  dry,  leaves.

Author: Harmony
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Date: 03/04/2020

№ 1205947

Fall and Leaves

I'll be fall and you'll be the change.
A cold wind for you to rearrange.
Raked in pile, colored by time you are.
Flying in the wind from your origin root by fare.

-k. w.


fall,  leaves.

Author: Kaitlyn A Warnken
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Date: 03/04/2020


№ 1204985

LOVELY LEAVES

Lovely leaves, lovely leaves
On the branches of the trees

But every year these leaves will leave
Leaving a bare and grieving tree

Forever the trees will envy the evergreens
Never bare and forever green

But tree does not know they envy him as well
They've not forgotten how tree was before his leaves fell

Leaves yellow, red and orange
Ever green is ever boring

Tree does not know that before his leaves left
They left behind a priceless gift

A moment of beauty
Admired by many


leaves,  lovely.

Author: 3purplepebbles
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Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1204934

The leaves laughed

When we rode by on our bicycles,
The leaves laughed.
As we tried to crush them with our tires.

When you and I cleaned the backyard,
The leaves laughed.
As we raked them, and I jumped into the pile.

When we walked down the wooded path,
The leaves laughed.
As we all hiked happily together again.


laughed,  leaves.

Author: Olivia L
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Date: 02/04/2020


№ 1204366

Leaves in motion

Swirling wind conducts
Erratic dance of joy
Surrendered in companionship
In ecstasy's employ
Desire draws us ever close
Exploring spacious flight
Merging yet
At any moment
Single Darkened Light


leaves,  motion.

Author: K Mae
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Date: 01/04/2020

№ 1203098

The Leaves Of The Trees And The Grass Of The Plains

And again I found myself laying underneath the sun and above the shattered oak leaves.
Dressing the ground on a cold Autumn day, these tiny vessels carpet the woodland floor.
I find that we can learn much from the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plain,
I find that if one looks close enough, we really are no different than even these leaves.
Daily we're swept off of our branches and blown into countless differing directions, parting
Parting from one another when our time is decided, knowing not to where we fly.
And just like these leaves, we are truly simple beings, varying in color and size,
But all coming from the same root.
You see I've found, by only watching the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plains,
That once we come to know our roots, the directions we take are no more valuable than the petty pride we often carry.
So here's the deal you see, I really don't have much to say, so listen close.
No one person is better than another, no one person is more important than some other
And this is so, because our roots are the same.
As the leaves of the trees and the grass of the plains of this earth in which we inhabit,
We must come to realize that our leaves are not what matters, but the fruit we produce.
We must come to realize yes, that without healthy fruits of love and peace and kindness
Our tree is but merely a sore sight to those looking upon our arboretum from outside


grass,  leaves,  plains,  trees.

Author: Mason Webster
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Date: 31/03/2020

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