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 Aug 2014 J Ray
Lexi Vinton
Am I a true writer
if I can't put my love
for the moon
into
words?
 Aug 2014 J Ray
Just Melz
They grow.
Some on trees so tall
Some on bushes,  
So very small.

They fall.
Such a long way to the ground
Fluttering and floating all the way down.

They all die.
Such a pity how a beauty growing up high
Lives such a short life only to die.

They're remembered.*
When you think back to the beautiful summer,
You remember the colors covering the trees
Just think how dull the forest would be
Without all those *Leaves
 Aug 2014 J Ray
Joe Cole
It's simple, write me a poem
A simple poem???ñ
Yes, a simple poem about a leaf
Can you impress with a poem about something so obscure?
I believe you can
Just let your imagination take over
Let inspiration flow
Come on kids impress me
Take that leaf and make it grow
I await with interest to see what comes out of this
 Aug 2014 J Ray
NuurSeraph
What a pretty little leaf, so profound
that little leaf
All is All
Reflecting All
Macro or Micro
Some Prefer to contemplate one or the other sometimes. Nothing at ALL wrong with that.
 Aug 2014 J Ray
BB Tyler
Leaves
 Aug 2014 J Ray
BB Tyler
The words in the lines of leaves
make for better poems
than any I could
put to page.
 Aug 2014 J Ray
Holly Nicole
Slowly and calmly
Down the brook
Floating silently as
An owl stalks it's prey
The quiet leaf
Fallen days before
Drifting
Drifting
Blown with the wind
Carried by the current
No place to be and
No time to be there
Perhaps this is the picture
Of true serenity
Peace and tranquility

Nothing but a leaf
A slow and gently moving
Leaf
Inspired by another poet, with his poem encouraging young poets to write about leaves
 Aug 2014 J Ray
NuurSeraph
{[<<~•==•>>]}

Drunk on Love or Malt Liquor,
Does it really Matter??

*|\~•~/|
....well...hmmm...my buzz is kicking in
 Aug 2014 J Ray
Tara
At Night
 Aug 2014 J Ray
Tara
We set out that night
To have the greatest adventure
In the world.

1am, our minds alive
With possibilities and consequences,
Not caring about either.

2am, our bodies shivering
From thrill, fear and cold
Shattered by headlights and voices.

Fear, creeping up between us
Through the water, up to our noses
Barely touching the surface.
It doesn't reach our shaking hands, though,
Steady together.

3am, crouching, leaning as far against the wall as we dare
Concentrating on the top of our heads.
You give me a look that says everything.

4am, trudging through the dark and the grass,
Was it worth it?
It was worth it.
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