Best Defoliated Poems

" Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs"
  - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Gold tinged paints dripped from the air,
under the clear opalescent autumn sky,
jade foliage turned to full-bloom flower,
I flew my heart like a bird over the canopy.

The canopy of your allure so beguiling
took...

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Down the stairs turned chiseled rocky steps
the bare beauty cascades like an ebullient rapid
raw grace of Eve glistens on the satin skin
tinged with the hues of primeval nature exposed
sculpted in curvy contours of Michelangelo finesse
and charisma.

Amorous luster flowing in the cleaved vale
carved between the ambrosial...

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Golden paint drips from diaphanous air,
beneath the opalescent autumn blue sky,
jade foliage enfolds full-bloomed flowers,
I fly my heart like a bird over the canopy.

The canopy of your allure so beguiling
takes me to the enticing height of ecstasy.
The nest we build in the cleft of boughs
glistens...

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On the frail wings of winter the northern winds depart,
their whisper the wafting icy cloud clumps hear in turn…
"fly beyond the horizon yonder, wait, don’t fall apart,
after annual arctic slumber as twin drifter we’ll return”.

The misty layer melts, the sky becomes cerulean clear,
the sparkle of...

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This banyan tree on the wayside pasture
boughs cradling the nests secure
the birds of blue return, 
verdant foliage making shade serene
the scorched travelers rest awhile,
the tree revels in pride.

The winds of harsh time take the toll
gaping trunk wrenches the soul,
defoliated, the skeleton stands stripped.
The birds don’t...

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When the opaque nights were starless, 
and the depressing days desolately cloudy,
the journey through the tortuous valley of life 
wasn’t easy as it was meant to be.

When the wilted flowers turned pallid, 
and the defoliated trees tarnished tawny, 
I lost the tantalizing trail of the...

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Desiccated in my torrid wasteland,
soil brittle and dry, turns to dust,
soars high on the wings of summer wind.
Some blows away from me,
some I gather in my sagging palm
for the skeletal roots exposed fragile
of my magnolia tree I reared with care,
year after tenuous year.
Each passing day...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and...

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With August came hot breeze,
Temps above 110;
Heat, defoliated trees,
Been worse?
Don't know when.
The grass is dead,
No need to mow.
Air so dry,
The Rooster can't crow.
Today a darkened sky,
Splotches, like grey stain.
My recurring thoughts are why?
It does not rain....

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On a frosty opaque day in windy winter 
I, an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil 
by the young aggressive ones spreading branches,
walk out of the green forest in sheer desperation. 

Crossing the contorted contours of the barren badlands, 
I go across...

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sweat on the defoliated landscape

               that had once been his scalp above his nape;

                 ...

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AUTUMN
gold red yellow hues
bewildered confused my mind
the colours of death
-
a breeze a leaf flies
gales trees defoliated
alive future... hope
-
squirrels buried nuts
their survival depends
both ways sustenance
-
wildflower meadow
their vitality returned
stored a future waits
-
all animals know
instinct kicks in... shorter days
asleep do they dream
-
kicking up dried leaves
blackbirds a robin redbreast
we...

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The tassel 
Seems to be blossomed
Having created with beauty
And shedding aroma passim

When the time comes close
And to closer and close up
The tassel
Seems to be hybrid
Having hidden conventional qualities
Nothing to be seen
Expected beauty and
Conceived aroma

The tassel
Where stands
Roots of brought forth
Clasp poisonous thorns
Even blunt
It is destructible

The tassel...

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In my desiccated wasteland,
soil, dry and brittle, turned to dust, 
swirled on the wings of the summer wind.  
ruffling my rose sapling, I reared with care.  

The reticulate veins of the curling leaves,  
changed into winding lanes of fading memory. 
The desert...

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From my domain of desiccated wasteland,
the dust soared on the wings of plundering wind, 
wafted across the burnt canopy 
of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured with love for many years. 

The storm scraping the sands of the listless time,
rose from the dusky horizon of distress,
swept...

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