Quotes about leaf, page 19
The Brown Leaf Along The Road Near The River
it a brown leaf.
it falls from a tall tree
and slowly it stops
at the bottom of the
road in Bankerohan...
it is a sunny day
for a week and the brown leaf
stays there
for there is no wind...
a beautiful maiden
picks it up one day... so crisp...
it crumples in her very own
hand...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forever Still
When the last leaf of Autumn
drifts quietly on to the ground,
like a blanket, snowfall softly covers
the beautiful hues that once abound
Warmth that filled our very marrow,
quickly cools to Winter's chill.
When the last leaf of Autumn
rests,
forever still
by
T. Labbe`
poem by Tim Labbe
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A Leaf
I, like a leaf I breath,
I absorber the sun light, into me,
then bring into the tree,
The root is it's heart,
soaking, the water with in,
of the tree where,
the branch I live upon,
the wind wafts as the sun sets,
I will die brown no longer green,
in this leaf is me.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Sanaa
White-headed gibbons, orang-utans and Thomas' leaf monkeys!
Visit my muse and let me take you to Sanaa;
Tapirs, tariers and banded leaf monkeys!
Praise my name and let me introduce you to Sanaa;
For the traditional beliefs are here to stay with us!
And like the muse of this forest closer to Sanaa's home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Vantage Point
the leaf speaks to the tree,
'i am tree', pounding its chest!
the tree whispers with a smile,
'but my son i am leaf! '...
the ground beneath trembles with laughter,
'yes, and i am sky! '
then the wind comes,
and with a mighty rush,
blows them all away!
three voices rhyming in distant echoes...
'we are wind! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Flower is only leaves.
Flowers, you are leaves,
A modification in evolution.
Love, you are lust,
A hypocritical purity.
Flowers are modified leaves.
So is love of lust, believe.
But one difference.
When you see flower, leaf is lost.
When you see leaf, flower is not lost.
Love hides lust but not vice versa.
19.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Leaf
There's a leaf following my car.
In my mirrors it swoops and swerves
All along these narrow curves.
Now pressed against the glass, now free,
Now looking right back at me.
Maybe it will be torn away by the wind
Before it finds its way in,
But I know that I won't get very far
Without the leaf following my car.
poem by Dillon McKenna
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Mara
A dry leaf scrapes across dry clay
giving Mara's game away.
The clock cuts into hours each day
to keep Eternity at bay.
Eternity outwaits the clock
and Mara's game is back on track.
The master-key clicks shut the lock
which stops the clock from turning back.
Leaf and clay must
meet in dust.
(And Mara's game is back on track.)
poem by Brian Taylor
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Brooding Grief
A yellow leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?
I was watching the woman that bore me
Stretched in the brindled darkness
Of the sick-room, rigid with will
To die: and the quick leaf tore me
Back to this rainy swill
Of leaves and lamps and traffic mingled before me.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Door Of Death (For Smoky)
the door of death,
just that, a door...
the face of god
shaves in your mirror.
the fire of understanding
lit by the match,
held in the hand
at the end of your arm!
eternity but total
and conscious awareness,
finding the universe
in each petal of the rose.
the leaf just budded
will turn and fall,
to lose itself in sleep,
and become leaf again!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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