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Tree Epic Poems | Epic Poems About Tree

These Tree Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Tree. These are the best examples of Tree Epic poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Epic |

The Little Fir Tree

There was a plantation of fir trees
for some unknown reason, most of them
were three to four years old but one
It was only in its first year of growth

When Christmas drew near, the loggers came
and started to cut down some of the oldest
The little fir asked what is going on?
the other trees said its Christmas time

They will be taken into people's homes 
then they will be decorated and lit up
parcels at their feet sharing the joy
of Christmas, a real honour to be chosen

I want to be a Christmas tree said the fir
you are much too young and far too little
they take most trees when they are four
you will have to wait and do some growing

I want it to be spring it said not winter
then I will be able to grow big like you
soon the loggers had finished cutting down
now there were large gaps in the rows

The little fir thought lots of sun helps
at last the spring came and with it growth
the little fir stretched as high as it could
filling out as it reached upwards for the sun

In the morning men came and started to plant
soon there were lots of little trees around
one worker said strange there is one little one
should we cut it down, no leave it to grow bigger

The little fir grew all through the summer
enjoying the hot lazy days while it could
it saw many changes over the weeks and months
as autumn passed away the land cooled down

Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two
the snow lay heaped around the little fir's roots
It will soon be time for the loggers to come
then all us four year old's will be Christmas trees

I wish I could be a Christmas tree like all of you
you will have to grow a lot more before they take you
the little tree sighed, it so badly wanted to be one
next day the loggers came and took the older trees

Once more the rows looked very bare and also bleak
the little tree hunkered down to wait for spring
then one day a little girl and her dad came
they walked down the rows looking at all the trees

That one she shouted dad, pointing at the little fir
it is rather small, would you not like a bigger one
no, no, said the little girl that one is perfect
I can reach to do most of the decorating of it's branches

Fantastic thought the little tree, I am a Christmas tree
they gently cut it down and carried it to their truck
when they got home they put some growth power on the base
and planted it in a great big pot that was a shiny red

The tree looked around the room in awe struck wonder
there were flashing lights around the snowy windows
cards strung over the fire mantle so very colourful
streamers hung from corner to corner looking so gay

Then they started to put baubles, tinsel and lights
and a lovely angel to go on the top it felt so good
at last the little fir would know what Christmas
was like, it watched all the fun as the presents

Were passed around and eagerly opened with sighs
and shouts of delight, the tree smiled at their joy
now finally they sat down and ate their dinner
with many toasts being passed, at last it was over

Then next day they took the little fir outside
and put it in a cold frame to protect it for the winter 
oh wow it thought I will be a Christmas tree again next year
and so the little fir tree got it's dearest wish

written 12/20/2013 

contest Tell Me A Story


Details | Lyric |

On A Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013


The morning blues in a lily on the pond
Wake on the wrong side of the road
Penniless pockets play the vagabond game
Ride the tiger recently tamed

On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain
All's my name sitting next to me
Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow
Or on wet grass recently mowed

I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane
Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name
Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow?
They never have a chance to grow

No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
The oaks and pines getting clearer
Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings
Listen to Woody Guthrie sing

Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns
We've reached the line of no return
Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing
For the next week my phone won't ring


Details | Haiku |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCKS GARDEN

THE MONEY TREE IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN

Poverty, poverty, Oh poverty
there is a money tree in the Warlock’s Garden.
Before you slept, you wish for a better way.
Your mother is sick and your father is dead.
Do well in school and live for a moment.
Your poorness will disappear because you have been chosen
to remove bad faith and bring luck upon you.
Do not ever say it is not a blessing.
The thought will bring disaster.
Your magnifier is your mind in thought.
Exemplary, your ideas are.
You are now in a scrape.
You will be the condemner of your faith.
Good I am to those who know a truthful way.
The Money Tree is in the Warlock’s Garden.

~Free Verse/Verse Drama 15 lines... No meter is chosen by the Author.~


Details | Epic |

Dig Tree at Cooper Creek

It’s Cooper’s Creek we’re crossing here, Willis said to Burke
We need to have a base camp and this creek ought to work
I’ll put it in the journal, November 1861
It’s been four months since we started but our venture’s just begun
From Melbourne up to lands-end, they’ve asked us to explore
We’ll camp here till it’s cooler but not a whole lot more
But Willis, he got restless, so Burke said it’s OK
So they, with King and Gary, headed north one day
They reached the Little Bynoe after two months on the trail
But swamp lands blocked their passage and they were feeling frail
So back to Cooper’s Creek they turned though provisions were at nil
Three camels and a horse they shot, their bellies so to fill
They caught and ate a python but it gave them dysentery
And somewhere back to Cooper’s Creek, they stopped to bury Gary
Then once again at Cooper’s Creek, the three men planned to rest
Regroup with all the others then get on with their quest
But the campground was deserted, no one had stayed around
Left a message carved upon a tree and provisions under ground
So Burke and King and Willis rested for a while
Then headed north towards Mount Hopeless – a trip of 150 miles
They trudged north along the creek till their camels got bogged down
They had to shoot them, lose provisions and finally turn around
While the three were gone from camp, a rescue party came
Not finding anyone around, they thought it such a shame
They assumed no one had been there and the men were probably dead
They didn’t leave a thing behind just turned around instead
Back again at Cooper’s Creek, beneath the marked “dig tree”
Burke buried notes and journals in case he ceased to be
The Abos try to help them, native cooking 101
But Burke gets mad at someone and fires off his gun
The native help then vanish, the three are left alone
 With nothing to sustain them so very far from home
Malnourished and exhausted, they start hiking up the creek
Then by the Breerily Waterhole, Willis gets too weak
Burk and King continue north a couple days
Then Burke dies the next morning and there his body lays
King returned to Breerily and finds Willis has died too
But he camps with some Yandruwandha that somehow get him through

And therein lies the story of Willis, Burke and King
Set off to find Australia but lost most everything
If you’re ever down in Queensland get out to Cooper’s Creek
It’s a carved stump of the “dig tree” for provisions that you seek


Details | Epic |

tree with snake eye's

I'm walking through the desert 
i come upon a dead tree with 
snake eye's and the soul of a 
dead man . he said to me  "run
to where the sun does not rise
and wage war with the dead .
bring your family and friends
into this war , for they are the
weapons of the gods" then the
sands of the desert  blew and
i was standing under the moon
and the tree was gone and my 
eye's turned to dust and life tasted 
of blue mixed with the taste of death
     


Details | Ode |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


Details | Rhyme |

The tree of life

I came upon a weeping tree
One branch bent to the ground
The rest had grown far out of reach
Untouched, except by clouds

I gave you shade and comfort 
From the sun and pounding rain
And in return, with my branch
You took a soul
The tree of life explained

So no longer will this branch
Be set free to hold the light
Within it's leaves of green and gold
That cradled many lives

And in hope, this lesson teaches
With a single sacrifice
Learning more with changing seasons 
Every life grows intertwined


Details | Epic |

DESTINY

Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.


Details | I do not know? |

Insecurity of the Devil

He sits on his throne made of cobble and bone

Pleading the 5th as his mind sets a tone

The sound is haunting as he shouts with pure moan

In the mirror he watches as he splits from his clone



Planting a seed that was plucked from his heart 

A tree grows in place as it is now looking part

For He does not know why resemblence is true

As his claws emit light as it is passing through



From this tree lays an evil fruit

Pluck from thy soul he intends to remove

First bite like a kiss as if he must prove

That he is better than the spawn thats improved



Second bite knawed from his razor teeth

Blood pouring out from the center of the seed

As blood touches ground a figure will heed

Look as Satan sees himself without all the need



The clutches of hell now forming a fist

As fire emits from Satans split wrist

The end will be near for the spawn of better twist

For Satan insecurity will end all in bliss 


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