Elmwood Poems - Poems about Elmwood

... On the outskirts of a long-abandoned country town beyond the crumbling headstones and elmwood trees is mounted a dark dismal figure of what used to be a scarecrow whose limbs flail in Autumn's b......Read the rest...

...Snot Man Blue There was no skin and hair on his lower and upper big round torso. Instead, there was thick and blue snot. Some would go, ‘Oh what a distracting gross sideshow!’ ‘Well, at le......Read the rest...

...Mannequin Man Very sadly, a cleaner in Kerry & Peter Department Store in Elmwood Mall, that asleep Mannequin Man displayed clothes in, remembered he was half man hours after she’d stuffe......Read the rest...

...THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD Who defied science? The Woman Who Could Eat Wood had. How and why at first no doctor could say to her mom and dad. Years later the doctors had discovered tha......Read the rest...

...The Woman Who Could Change Colour Morning, noon, and night she could change colour though with remorse. Did that mean she was special or just have really bad luck? Well, the latter of course! ......Read the rest...

... December 03, 2023 ___________________________________________ Dissipating drowsiness In the elmwood of the mind Eras and realities collide Having body crawl In the gl......Read the rest...

...Untroubled Dwelling Place...... So blessed by all its peaceful walls. They do not speak nonsense either, do they? Yet,we never, thank them, come what may. What about your lovely home? The ......Read the rest...

... Riding tricycles and swimming. Bicycling madly on Chicago streets. Ah, dear Lord, life was deliciously sweet! Christmas time glowed in Elmwood Park. That huge white flocked tree. We ......Read the rest...

... A Young Poetess and Her Christmas A~ Ah, the angelic aromas! B~ We, thinking of the Babe, born today. C~ That scent of candlelit, candy canes. D~ Those dashing, December decor......Read the rest...

...Coaxed to Grow Oh, how wonderfully innocent and juvenile, 'twas for me. You, scooting surreptitiously. closer and closer to me. Like a soft, gentle caterpillar, slithering and smiling, M......Read the rest...

... So well loved by their children. Our life coaches in how to play this intricate game of life. Cleverly guiding us on this highway with directions. Remember your Dad teaching you to ride......Read the rest...

...Childhood's Sacred Places I dreamt I was a girl of nine. So, venturing into the autumn woods, I skipped happily! I found a river and some frogs calling each other, ......Read the rest...

... Like wiping snow off a window to feel and see the warmth of a fireplace inside. You use your glove and in an instant, see your relatives and you playing happily. You remember the ......Read the rest...

... Oh, how wonderfully innocent and juvenile, 'twas for me. You, scooting surreptitiously. closer and closer to me. Like a soft, gentle caterpillar, slithering and smiling. Making its way ho......Read the rest...

...~ Ode To Helen Steiner Rice~ (1900- 1980 ) ( Blood Quill ) Lovely lady she shine She persevered through life Wrote thousands verses of Love, Faith, Hope Ambassador Sunshine Da......Read the rest...