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Abc Tree Poems | Abc Poems About Tree

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The Weeping Willow Tree




The weeping willow is outside you see
Even though it is beautiful it wasn't meant to be,

Our willow is huge and hangs to the ground
When the wind blows you hear it all around,

It's beauty is timeless and very much alive
But, on a sad note it is not wanting to survive,

It will be sad to see an empty space
Till the new tree we plant that will take its place,

The weeping willow will definitely be gone
I am sure late at night you will hear its song,

Weeping and crying for all of us to hear
Because after all the roots are left that will shed its tears.



Written By: Unique Poetry 2010

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015


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Z is for Zaria

A-Z Latin and Common names of plants.

A is for Acanthus Mollis the Latin name but this does teach us
B is for the common name we know it as bears Breaches.

C is for Campanula some are short and some of them tower
D is for the common name the pretty blue Dalmatian Bellflower

E is for Erigeron a daisy like flower not keen on the rain
F is for its common name, a strange sounding Fleabane.

G is for Galtonia its nodding head like a bowing nymph
H is for the common name the snowdrop or summer Hyacinth.

I is for Imperata Ruba not so hardy let me tell you alas
J is for the common name It’s known as Japanese Blood Grass.

K is for Kniphoria Triangularis a tall flower when unfurled
L is for the common name the pretty Light of the World.

M is for Morus nigia a stately tree with hearts shaped leaves 
N is not for the common name but NEEDS care when pruning as it bleeds 

Oenothera biennis is for an ephemeral beauty a perfume delicate on the nose 
P is for the common name, and we know it as the Evening Primrose.

Q is for Quercus Ruba a fast growing plant that looks tremendous against a wall
R is for the red leaves that this plant displays when in the fall

S is for Salvia greggii you will of heard of this I’ll will wage
T is for its common name we know it as a Texas Sage.

U is for Ugni a fruiting tree with leathery leaves that is second to none
V is for variety in fact in this tree there is only one.

W is for Wisteria that loves to ramble up wires and twist
X is for Xeranthemum the flowers are straw like and crisp

Y is for the Yucca plant a flowering beauty that last for weeks
Z is for Zantedeschia a lily, a variety of colours for you to seek.

© 27/03/2013 

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013

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THE VOICE OF TRUTH

Voice: Sara Ella The road ahead is winding, And curving, never straight. From far, light shines the way, And I’m forever finding, The distance that I made, Will not lead me astray. The voice of truth is calling Inside my chest, it beats A fast and steady drum. And when I’m almost falling, When everything defeats, It whispers, a soft hum. I want to reach that tree ahead, And hug it’s truthful trunk, And rest my aching neck. And everything ever said, In truthfulness has sunk. And finally, I am back. And beauty is not what I see, But I found inside of me, That everything I want can be. *** January 17, 2017 © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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I Climbed a Tree

I climbed a Tree
I climbed a tree to see the world I never felt more alive 
I climbed a tree to see the world and see why I should live 
I climbed a tree to see the world and all I saw you was you 
I climbed a tree to see the world and it has nothing more to give
I climbed a tree to see the world and then I took a dive 
I climbed a tree to see the world and I never felt more new
I climbed a tree to see the world and now from there I hang 
I climbed a tree to see the world and u never came
I climbed a tree to see the world and you're the one to blame 

Copyright © Carol Lo | Year Posted 2016

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Busy Bee

The Happy Little Bee
Was Busy In His Tree

Copyright © Jess Link | Year Posted 2016

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a place called the bubble gum tree

have you been to the bubble gum tree<
a place thats full of mystery,
a place that you can let your thaughts go,
a place where u can go with the flow.

i went to christmas at the bubble gum tree,
a place where you, first met me,
hiding behind the sofa to see
if you would make me a cup of tea.

a magical place where anything goes,
youd be out of place if you had 17 toes,
but only certain people knows,
the magical world of the bubble gum tree

Copyright © dean wood | Year Posted 2011

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The Leafless Tree Poem

The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree.

The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree.

The tree continues to grow and produce more leafs, this is quite indicative of individual growth, the makings of a vibrant tree.

Braving both the fall and winter the tree primarily remained leafless; however, prosperity occurred during the spring and summer, overshadowing what was obviously a false weakness.

Prosperity revealed itself through the production of countless more leafs -- nature's demonstration of talent and commerce, the spectacle of a completely leafed tree.

Copyright © John Sudds | Year Posted 2015

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The Willow Tree at the end of the Road

I must have been 7 when I first climbed that old willow tree,
The gang called it the club house.
There was Jodie, Bridget and of course Rebecca the Wrecker. 
I think that that tree was more of school than school.
It was more a parent than my parents.
I certainly learned more about life, boys and the fear of falling,
Than any other place I've been.
We once placed 5 snake eyed marbles there.
The first was Courage in Adversity.
The second marble was Joy in the good times.
The third was Faith to overcome Doubt.
The fourth was Love thy Father.
The fifth marble was Love thy Mother.

I went back one day, all grown up.
I saw that the council had a sign on the tree.
This tree is regarded as unsafe. 
Please beware.

Oh doubt in my childhood. Fear in the  every day.
Let not the pangs of daily life ever erase
The treasured moments in that tree.


Copyright © Rebecca Watson | Year Posted 2012

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Tree

  
                    Tree
I thought that my roots were strong 
That my branches were some type of armor that could protect you
 From anything that tried to harm you.
But now I know you were my prisoner
You never loved me for me 
But for my leaves you could see
My colors pulled you in
My melody, created from the wind that flowed though my brown hollow body
But still I am nothing 
Why?
Because you’re no longer with me 
I stay strong I stand tall
Winter spring summer fall
You said you were living for a worthy cause
For me you said
But my only wish was
For you to become one with me 
And let us become one with the trees 
But I guess it wasn’t meant to be 
But now I’m dreaming a new dream
You cut though my roots 
My melody was heard for the last time
And I die
With your smile on my mind...   

Copyright © Shamya Eskridge | Year Posted 2015

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Apple Tree

On the branch of an old shady oak I sit;
Swinging my legs with nothing but air beneath my feet;
Content am I.
Watching the birds fly;
I sigh.
A stolen Apple from the tree next door;
A bite I take and out it comes;
The sweetness long since gone.
I rear back and let it fly.
One soiled in the grove;
But oh,
How It shined.
Decayed inside working it's way out.
But Alas the seed remains to be trampled into the soil;
Only to sprout when no ones watching,
As quietly it grows.
Now and then I recall,
The day I threw decay away,
As I sit under the shade of my own Apple tree
And spy a small figure stealing an Apple from me.
By Christy Teas

Copyright © Christy Teas | Year Posted 2016

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Woodsmen Day

   Woodsmen Day ( Poem)

Sport using handsaws
With a toothed edge blade
One or two handed sawing
On a woodsmen fair day

Traditional log rolling
Is a lumberjacks technique
Style used in river driving
The illustration is unique

Springboard tree is branchless
With live action you can’t beat
 Platform board is dangerous
A risk if you compete

Block ax chopping
Is a loggers sport indeed
Hard on your back swinging
Be careful of your feet
					
Woodsmen day activities
Is part of the fair you see
I bring it all to my channel
Cause that’s the place to be

By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
At :  https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme2

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

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Home

 As I stand and stare,
at the wonderous sight,
with all it's beauty,
in the daylight,
were the thundering mountains,
meet the fresh fallen snow,
and the ponderosa pines,
seem to grow,
I can't imagine,
a more beautiful place,
and it was given to me,
by God's good grace.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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Origin of poetry tree

As  laden
With a pain
he threw a stone
On his glass with wine
Broken
To many pieces
Spilt bleeding violet
And the earth became a drunk
As a grace
the earth gave
A grape tree
Without
Loss
Who can
Gain
Parable
Without scratching
Your soul
As cold is blacken coal
You can't own
The butter with no churning
At all !!

Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

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Creating A Christmas Tree

Creating A Christmas Tree

Create designer Christmas tree
From squash, to bread, and fun cookies

Instructions made so easily
One from red hat society

Home from the heart season theme
Star wars made a holiday scene

Wonderland can be of little lambs
Making ornaments with your hands

Whatever your style or budget
Your personal touch can be tropic

Focal point of your home can be
Inspired by glamorous jewelry

We can help you get great ideas
With animals and birds all right here	

My playlist has ribbons and streamers
A celebration for all dreamers

By; Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9ozi9kFah-4L2le3b0_BY1P	 

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

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Willow Tree

Hello:

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I can't click the "Yes" above.

Let me know if you wish me to submit it again. Thanks.

Thank you.

Carol Rae Bradford (Mayflower Arab)

Copyright © Carol Rae Bradford | Year Posted 2015

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A lonely tree

At a road where the road is off
Where the lonesome is the road
At mid of nowhere
Lonely tree is standing there
Waiting no one but the dust
Dust of the passing time
Tarnish the color of this tree
This lonely tree to gray
Praying in this lonely place
For the passing van
A gray lonely van
For the lonely bird
Staying for while
When the nights
come
And days go
the lonely tree
praying there
When the war rage
And peace walking shy
The lonely tree
Praying for the peace
No one is waiting there
But the lonely tree
Is waiting the morning sun
Waiting the rain in may
Waiting wind from the north
Waiting when no one is waiting there
This lonely tree
Gave a name for this nameless place
The land of the lonely tree



Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

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A lonely tree

At a road where the road is off
Where the lonesome is the road
At mid of nowhere
Lonely tree is standing there
Waiting no one but the dust
Dust of the passing time
Tarnish the color of this tree
This lonely tree to gray
Praying in this lonely place
For the passing van
A gray lonely van
For the lonely bird
Staying for while
When the nights
come
And days go
the lonely tree
praying there
When the war rage
And peace walking shy
The lonely tree
Praying for the peace
No one is waiting there
But the lonely tree
Is waiting the morning sun
Waiting the rain in may
Waiting wind from the north
Waiting when no one is waiting there
This lonely tree
Gave a name for this nameless place
The land of the lonely tree.



Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

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SEVERED TREE

the poor old tree,
so long,to tell a story,
a story of scars,
a story of axe-wielding men,
a story of clown monkeys and squirrels,

suffer so,like an old,old tree,
rooted on earth,clinging to life,
so stagnant,in tears,perspiration,
bear fruit at old age,

do trees have families?,
do they visit each other?,
do they miss their loved ones?,
do they walk at night?,
it's their secret,
they won't share it,

for the wood seller,
went to a forest,
a thick forest,
he started felling trees,
"is the rustle the wails or
the acapella songs",
he left wild in mixed thoughts,

he however decided to return,
in the same dense forest,
green branches were growing on the stumps,
he thought and said,
'even a severed branch grows again'
that's what he believed,

he went on, to the village,
with important lessons from the veld,
'let's protect our trees!,they are essential,
in our lives,no to global warming".

i'm a tree,i live on the mountains,
i live in the valleys,
i grow in swampy waters,
i grow in cracks,that you can't imagine,
i grow towards to beautiful blue skys,

so long,my keepers,
the next generation,will never see me,
if you keep on,destroying us,
farewell.

Copyright © Mthandazo Ngwenya | Year Posted 2015

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Some call this Life

Don't search for apples anymore.
The apple tree has died.
It gave all the apples that it had.
Now it is nothing more than a piece of wood.
Nobody has interest for an apple tree without apples.
Nobody gives it some water to survive.
Not even the dry mother earth.
Nobody.
This is the fate for every apple tree that has nothing to give.
This is the fate of everything alive being on the earth.
This is the law of nature.
Some call this life.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis | Year Posted 2008

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A TREE HOUSE

The rubble was still rising 
after the direct hit. The 
private dens were in ruins. 
Salicin ? Do you know the-

willow-bark ? My father said, 
the spirit of the tree healed 
and removed the suffering 
and pain of man.  

Celebrating the cease of 
fire, death moves in a circle, 
seeking the truce between the-
cage free neighbours.

Don’t pull out the tubers, the 
roots. The ancient souls-
live in them. The psyche, you
will have to read off mute greens.

Ask the questions. From the wounded 
earth, will be an electric response.


Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015

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challenges

These Branches are Aged,
And with each root felt of rage.
This tree's path has been paved and 
its up to it to make a change.
Feelings felt strange,
Wake up one day and this tree is 
not the same,
All its colors have changed, and its 
leaves fell off from the rain,
Now stripped from its beauty and 
then taken for its pride,
This lonely tree will be lucky to 
survive.

Copyright © terrah young | Year Posted 2012

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A lonely tree

At a road where the road is off
Where the lonesome is the road
At mid of nowhere
Lonely tree is standing there
Waiting no one but the dust
Dust of the passing time
Tarnish the color of this tree
This lonely tree to gray
Praying in this lonely place
For the passing van
A gray lonely van
For the lonely bird
Staying for while
When the nights
come
And days go
the lonely tree
praying there
When the war rage
And peace walking shy
The lonely tree
Praying for the peace
No one is waiting there
But the lonely tree
Is waiting the morning sun
Waiting the rain in may
Waiting wind from the north
Waiting when no one is waiting there
This lonely tree
Gave a name for this nameless place
The land of the lonely tree



Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

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The Proud Tree

A proud tree, outstretched toward the heavens,
A prideful tree, crowned with golden leaves.
Boasting of its beauty since the days of Eve.
But a wicked winter is going to blow.


O beautiful tree, where now is your glory?
Your many adornments fall to the dirt.
And the nests crafted in your branches are abandoned territory.
But when the winter travels West and its cold air diverts,


Your heart of wood will melt the frost on you,
And your pride once again will glow a brilliant hue.
The birds will rest and return from where they flew.
And a beauty which is imperfect is a beauty true.

Copyright © Noah Ploderer | Year Posted 2016

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The Tree

I have Tasted the the forbidden fruit.
I have eaten from its tree and smoked its leaves. 
The seeds are so tiny they fall into a powder.I have taken in this powder. Turned her roots into poison. 
As deadly as the snake that as claimed this tree home.The taste of a bitter wine. 
Be warned Do not fall asleep under this tree. 
For not many awake. And fall victim to the snake.

Copyright © cary rodgers | Year Posted 2014

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A Girl

The tree has entered my hands, 
The sap has ascended my arms, 
The tree has grown in my breast- 
Downward, 
The branches grow out of me, like arms. 

Tree you are, 
Moss you are, 
You are violets with wind above them. 
A child - so high - you are, 
And all this is folly to the world.

Copyright © alexia hogan | Year Posted 2010

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Under the mango tree

I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the shadow of death. Callers piecing information together to make me who I am today, you cannot run from destiny to destructors. 

I catapult near avocado to advocate for the poor untimely the wind blows, demands pioneer to architect from rudimentary to modern society to salvage inequality. Dented face forces the truth to prevail as previous designed, conquer clumsy clerk from orchards.
Cocktail love runs to my mind, mentality change my behavior, education cost my head to carry the middle galaxy from Italy to Sierra Leone. And the pole contracted each other imagination upon understanding the truth behind happy individual. 
Take time to take the talk by trek administration, I bank my sadness to avoid extrinsic. Hope is hopeless where you enemies decided on your esophagus, oxygen isn’t enough to deny me death. Love isn’t love until you nurture it in your veins to help your heart pumps thousands of liters of blood.
I cannot stop thinking, asking too much, because it too late to cut slate by the snake to snub a short sack. Barrel bald my head, I cannot sleep from slack pant to pendulum, moving from shipwreck to rock star upon Starbucks.
From stakeholders, to Stockholm, from Miami Beach to Aberdeen Beach the parallel line axis’s thinking widen as football field where fuel spills under the rock molded to maggots. The despotic runs to rule from the roll of red carpet rolled for the President to precise welcome malfeasant fascinated to fascist idea to kill Muslims, but you don’t kill Islam.
The night sends emission of bright light to help lagged legend, from  the beach to the lagoon , from nothing to something , I summon the sun with smile to summarize the sun to rise with me, so that in morning, I will antelope my signal to the enemies  that I still think as I used to do.
Maggie in soup, sugar in my cup of tea, I still imagine big, and I sue illiteracy. I blame my parents for not being enough to send me to school; look my thinking is so small, he cannot think out of the box.
He always weeps and lament about fiasco and memory lane, If hope can change my future, I won’t look back to backbite the architect of my destiny. I won’t wallow in the mud and allow sleepless night to control me; my head could not stop aching with thinking.
My bald head cannot invite flies to touchdown, despite I am poor. I warn you flies to stop landing on my bald head. It gives chance to fight the hurdles in life. Never look low at a child he/she is your helper tomorrow. And never smell your anus to get onus.

Copyright © Mohamed Manzur Bah | Year Posted 2017

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Christmas tree blinking light

Its burns up power
Isit for hours and hours
Just thinking
Tree lights blinking
On and off in my loft
It or wonderfull sight
Watching the 
Christmas tree blinking light


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2011

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Tree

Tree
What is this tree you plant 
It is called the tree of hope
Tree of hope you say 
tell me more this day
the tree is a symbol to all 
gone through suicide and 
those alive with mental health 
we plant a tree in parks and centres 
church and anywhere there wanted
on the day we plant a tree we sing
in memory we drive a yellow stake 
with the router the words are carved out
yellow ribbons wrap around holding tree steadily 
people cry at this simple event twenty minutes
is all it takes then when all are gone the tree
begins to sing its own song letting people walking by
know I am growing my branches spreading out 
stigma dose not grow here we have planted hundreds 
of trees and we will plant hundreds more a forest of
trees to help and ease 


Copyright © niall fulham | Year Posted 2017

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A Windy Day

Too heavy the wind is blowing..
All my jewels are flying.

So cold is this night..
And so tenderly I fight.

Trying to stop the flying petals off
From me, else, am half..!!

Copyright © SHERIN JEYABOSE | Year Posted 2017