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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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sweat on the defoliated landscape

               that had once been his scalp...

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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...

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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...

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On the wings of winter the polar winds sigh and depart,
the frost-fastened barren boughs hear their harsh whisper… 
“you’ll listen to the sweet spring music...

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