Poetry thread

A leaf in a forest falls to the floor,
Asks of its colleagues, "But what was this for?"
Yet silence comes back and leaves it unsure,
If any had heard, its plea to know more.
Seeking assurance, it tries once again,
The answer confirmed, with silence the same.

"I feel so confused", it whispers aloud,
But no one looks back; alone in the crowd.
If meaning be sought, "I'll seek it myself,"
For optimum growth, and personal wealth.
"If I hear nothing, assume you agree,"
Deafening assent came back from each tree.

Unable to move, it looks where it lay,
For hours and more, it watches the day.
A squirrel disturbs the neighbours nearby,
A husk of a nut, inert and too dry.
"Hmm... how to proceed?" it asks of the sky,
Wind rustles gently: "Perhaps I can try."

Some others fall near, with nothing to say,
The wind, with a sigh, "Please wait for a day."
The gust comes strongly, leaf rises so high,
Its spirits are lifted, "I know how to fly!"
And then it is over, it drifts to the ground,
'Mongst differing leaves, all scattered around.

"They answer me not!", leaf wails in despair,
"Of what may I learn from here or from there?"
A feeling comes up, it comes from within,
"There's something about you," it says with a grin.
"I don't understand, of what do you speak?"
"A rest you do need, to find what you seek."

Leaf looks up above, then looks all around
It notices now, some changes it's found.
The leaves on the trees, are juicy and fed,
The leaves on the ground, are eaten and dead.
Colours are diff'rent, a stiffness change too,
"Maybe my future behind me lies too."

A week or three passes, with dews and a shower,
The moistness promotes, some plants into flower.
Something is happ'ning, leaf feels it inside,
Roots are appearing, some time it need bide.
Patient yet yearning, a calmness now flows,
Leaf waits and observes, of what now will grow.

A baby plant forms, leaf looks on so proud,
"Why am I different?" it calls out aloud.
Bushy shrub rustles and murmurs to leaf,
"You've special powers, with dampness beneath.
Unlike the others, you make yourself new,
Left free to believe and show what you do."

(Edited to change wording so it reads better. Not sure it's 100% though.)

That was really beautiful.

(I think a 'U' has crept in on the squirrel line?)

I create them in a draft email on my phone, then paste them here. Reformating it is awkward and it is easy to mess it up on the phone. I have corrected it.

I wrote it in 2 hours last night.

Here are the small changes:

A leaf in a forest, falls to the floor,
Asks of its colleagues, "But what was this for?"
Yet silence comes back and leaves it unsure,
If any had heard its plea to know more.
Seeking assurance, it tries once again,
The answer confirmed, with silence the same.

"I feel so confused", it whispers aloud,
But no one looks back; alone in the crowd.
If meaning be sought, "I'll seek it myself,"
For optimum growth, and personal wealth.
"If I hear nothing, assume you agree,"
Deafening assent came back from each tree.

Unable to move, it looks where it lay,
For hours and more, it watches the day.
A squirrel disturbs the neighbours nearby,
A husk of a nut, inert and too dry.
"Hmm... how to proceed?" it asks of the sky,
Wind rustles gently: "Perhaps I can try."

Some others fall near, with nothing to say,
The wind, with a sigh, "Please wait for a day."
The gust comes strongly, leaf rises so high,
Its spirits are lifted, "I know how to fly!"
And then it is over, it drifts to the ground,
'Mongst differing leaves, all scattered around.

"They answer me not!", leaf wails in despair,
"Of what may I learn from here or from there?"
A feeling comes up, it comes from within,
"There's something about you," it says with a grin.
"I don't understand, of what do you speak?"
"A rest you do need, to find what you seek."

Leaf looks up above, then looks all around
It notices now, some changes it's found.
The leaves on the trees, are juicy and fed,
The leaves on the ground, are eaten and dead.
A stiffness they hold and colours grown few,
"Maybe my future behind me lies too."

A week or three passes, with dews and a shower,
The moistness promotes, some plants into flower.
Something is happ'ning, leaf feels it inside,
Roots are appearing, some time it must bide.
Patient yet yearning, a calmness now flows,
Leaf waits and observes, for what now will grow.

A baby plant forms, leaf looks on so proud,
"Why am I different?" it calls out aloud.
Bushy shrub rustles and murmurs to leaf,
"You've special powers, with dampness beneath,
Unlike the others, you make yourself new,
Left free to believe, to do what you do."

Oh yes please, seeing them evolving is also fasciating. The background behind the writing is also really intriguing, as I'm sure everyone has there own styles and methods of writing which is another layer to consider.

Don't worry, it is not nit-picking.

It is best to write quickly. I start from one or two lines that sound good, and build from there. Then when finished, you spend hours or days polishing and rewording bits, to improve flow and imagery.

I have made about a dozen small changes which makes it flow better.

I can post the better one if you're interested.

It seems poems with characters and dialogue are a more effective way to show emotions. It is not something I thought I could write, so I'm pleased it worked.

Well it brought a tear to my eye, for only two hours work!

(I didn't mean to nit-pik, it was more I thought you'd like to quickly fix it as overall I thought it was lovely. I'm constantly editing posts when I realise I have typos/autocorrect errors, I don't know if others are like that.)

Well it brought a tear to my eye, for only two hours work!

(I didn't mean to nit-pik, it was more I thought you'd like to quickly fix it as overall I thought it was lovely. I'm constantly editing posts when I realise I have typos/autocorrect errors, I don't know if others are like that.)

Here are the small changes:

A leaf in a forest, falls to the floor,
Asks of its colleagues, "But what was this for?"
Yet silence comes back and leaves it unsure,
If any had heard its plea to know more.
Seeking assurance, it tries once again,
The answer confirmed, with silence the same.

"I feel so confused", it whispers aloud,
But no one looks back; alone in the crowd.
If meaning be sought, "I'll seek it myself,"
For optimum growth, and personal wealth.
"If I hear nothing, assume you agree,"
Deafening assent came back from each tree.

Unable to move, it looks where it lay,
For hours and more, it watches the day.
A squirrel disturbs the neighbours nearby,
A husk of a nut, inert and too dry.
"Hmm... how to proceed?" it asks of the sky,
Wind rustles gently: "Perhaps I can try."

Some others fall near, with nothing to say,
The wind, with a sigh, "Please wait for a day."
The gust comes strongly, leaf rises so high,
Its spirits are lifted, "I know how to fly!"
And then it is over, it drifts to the ground,
'Mongst differing leaves, all scattered around.

"They answer me not!", leaf wails in despair,
"Of what may I learn from here or from there?"
A feeling comes up, it comes from within,
"There's something about you," it says with a grin.
"I don't understand, of what do you speak?"
"A rest you do need, to find what you seek."

Leaf looks up above, then looks all around
It notices now, some changes it's found.
The leaves on the trees, are juicy and fed,
The leaves on the ground, are eaten and dead.
A stiffness they hold and colours grown few,
"Maybe my future behind me lies too."

A week or three passes, with dews and a shower,
The moistness promotes, some plants into flower.
Something is happ'ning, leaf feels it inside,
Roots are appearing, some time it must bide.
Patient yet yearning, a calmness now flows,
Leaf waits and observes, for what now will grow.

A baby plant forms, leaf looks on so proud,
"Why am I different?" it calls out aloud.
Bushy shrub rustles and murmurs to leaf,
"You've special powers, with dampness beneath,
Unlike the others, you make yourself new,
Left free to believe, to do what you do."

Oh yes please, seeing them evolving is also fasciating. The background behind the writing is also really intriguing, as I'm sure everyone has there own styles and methods of writing which is another layer to consider.

Don't worry, it is not nit-picking.

It is best to write quickly. I start from one or two lines that sound good, and build from there. Then when finished, you spend hours or days polishing and rewording bits, to improve flow and imagery.

I have made about a dozen small changes which makes it flow better.

I can post the better one if you're interested.

It seems poems with characters and dialogue are a more effective way to show emotions. It is not something I thought I could write, so I'm pleased it worked.