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Details | Free verse |

My Beautiful Friend

I can still see the aura of my favorite tree
Standing there tall, green, healthy, and strong,
In the bloom of its summer glory,
Before the scourge of disease ravaged
It to the core of its beautiful trunk.
From my second balcony I could peer
Down to the top of its branches and see
Happy birds nesting undisturbed,
Not unaware of my presence, yet unafraid,
Singing and winging to my delight.

As the unknown pest slowly killed my 
Beautiful friend I witnessed the skeletal shell 
It had become, standing there, still, naked 
And stark, pleading for the mercy of being 
Returned to the earth of its motherly birth.
My heart broke the day we had to chop it down,
Knowing there was no way it could ever be revived.
Now there is an emptiness in its space...
And that emptiness is felt too, in my heart.
Now, every time I look out where that beautiful
Tree used to be, I want to cry.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

A Tree for Life

     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic monologue |

For HGarvey Daniel, Esquire

You should have seen this tree before the winter came
Before the sun broke faith with its suckling leaves
Before the heavy ice of time sagged its limbs
Before its roots were singe in a frigid flame.
Did you know HG Daniel then, did you walk with him
Through spring and hear him sing of his king
Did he teach you "the elements of survival," when Eden
Closed its gate on us did he tell you its lore
And make you long for earth's long lost heaven
Though he struggles "not a man as before"?
I knew this tree when spring was a leaf of tongue
And poets sip the nectar of imagination young
I read him in rhyme and works of tribute
To fair Barbara and other members of the soup
Before the strokes, his loss of wife, and the loop
Of pall upon his hand with which he paint his love.
He is a noble tree, a great one in our forest of rhymes
A brother in arms of faith, a comrade, a friend
I send him prayers today, and wait for yours to come
This tree still from autumn mist a few fruit holds
Of friendship, love, and loyalty to the babbling scrolls.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)

Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:

Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.

He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.

After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.

In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.

Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.

He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.

Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.

On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.

Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.

His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.

In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.

On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:

‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight.’

Mahlangu died for a cause!


The Struggle Continues…

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |


My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |



Everything happen in life has a reason
Just as every major event has a season
When you think someone is trying to put you down
Or drive you to the ground
Don’t you disappoint them
Just let it be
And don’t forget to say
Thanks for planting me

Way deep down
And deeper I will be
So deeply rooted
You may never move me
For the next five hundred years 
This is where I’ll be
A proud spiritual monument
For all the world to see
God Bless your lovely heart 
How happy you will be
To know the best you’ve ever done
Is plant a lovely oak tree

Written by
Allan Clarke

Copyright © Allan Clarke | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Tree of Love

To My Wife On Valentines Day 2015

Tree of Love   by JT Curtis

Once a year I walk to
A wooded lot by me
It doesn't take me very long
To find that special tree
There, dwells sweet memories,
As my love for you still grows 
That's why I've carved this heart, for you
So many years ago

I'm reminded of the first time
I saw you standing here
I heard a voice, a silent voice
Like Cupid in my ear
So, I walked up to this tree
and with my pocket knife
I carved the message in its bark 
"Will you please be my wife"

Now every Valentines 
I'm sure to make my way
Down to this old tree
That's still standing here today
And take out my old knife
To carve another heart
To show the world, I still love you
And that we'll never part

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Poet Tree

A leaf that tumbles in the air
And drifts upon the ground.
A person who sighs and smiles
With eyes that speak no sound.
Poetry is rooted in the earth,
And flies upon the wind.
It is not a sonnet nor a verse,
It’s a feeling from within.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

 Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
 of ravishing sunshine in late June
 Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
 among the junipers on lakeside hill

 I stop my journey into Nature's treat
 to breathe in this melody so sweet
 Well trodden path leads me on down
 into a wilderness far, far from town

 Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
 as if I did not also come just to play
 Hawk flying low gives me a great view
 offering acrobatic stunts right on cue

 Fish flopping in clear flowing stream 
 day so wonderful, feels like a dream
 As the large blue lake comes into view
 afternoon sun tells me time really flew

 Now to rest under my favorite old tree
 a bit of good food and a nap is key
 Then back up the path to my sweet home
 God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!

 Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


Peach, I reach for you on that tree. 
Soft velvety skin---your cloak of mystery. 

Hanging on a branch, swaying in rhythm with the bards. 
Evade me not as I will suck your juicy innards. 

Your essence dissolves---delivering delight to my being. 
As I bite into you, your sweet nectar is an ecstasy of feeling. 

You came from China and the oaths of brotherhood, 
Sworn in your orchard in "Three Kingdoms" so warriors understood. 

You’re regal and a symbol of peace and honour in an ancient age, 
Painted by Renoir, Monet and Van Gogh, you’re our love rage. 

Recipes of your flesh by great chefs of peach pie and cobbler. 
With rum and a touch of lemon, you twirl and twist in lyrical banter. 

You’re not a tropical fruit as you like winter's magic chill. 
Your pink flowery petals bloom in spring’s madness in thrill. 

Leaves and your fruit, the symbol of eternal love in our heart. 
We want to revel in your majesty and never be apart.

Copyright © Raj Napal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Every Tree Has Heavenly Roots

Every Tree Has Heavenly Roots

The fields are soaked by the rain;
Within this Universe life grows
Springing forth, both joy and pain;
The world is blind and it shows.

Marvelous are the heavenly mountains;
Their hats touching the bluest sky
Life flows, waters from its fountains;
As delicious as home made apple pie.

This magic prevails against all;
For light yields its deepest fruits
Natures serves the Master's sweet call;
Every tree has heavenly roots.

Ancient words tell this great tale;
This world formed by divine hands
Divine art shines, it can never fail;
Life singing across all of God's lands.

Within our hearts dwells his words;
Thoughts and prayers that ring out
We can hear the melody by the birds;
The loving message is an echoed shout.

Can you hear that melodic , sweet refrain;
If not then listen, ever so quietly yet again.

Robert J. Lindley, 02-07-2015

note- I had a very vivid dream last night and this write
came to me from that dream. I can only hope that this 
is the whole message sent to me...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree

Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree

As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree

The clouds parting early each dawn
sunshine on flowers on the lawn
Looking closer I am content to see
smooth waves upon my family sea

Whenever this life sends some bad
I reflect on blessings I've had
Bow my head and settle in to pray
good Lord, thank you for every day 

As my time for leaving comes near
I stand in faith not abject fear
Seeing my family in heaven my goal
praying God's mercy on every soul

As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree

Robert J. Lindley, 02-14-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |


Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.

Copyright © Haley Corthell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Tree Fell

(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe. 
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)

A Tree Fell

A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall

The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....

Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place

To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
and inspiration

Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds 
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations

By: Teddy Kimathi

Date of Publication: 06/14/2014

Contest Name: Any Poem That Received Honorable Mention

Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Hail and Ice

It Hails
Beautifying Winter
My Nails
Ice in the Center

Oh no
Damn what nonsense
And Yes
Have the License

So Lead
With cars To 
roads of speed
And trees
What snowflake
and Breeze

Oh So cold
Ice in the winter
I'm so bold
Out in the Center

& Outdoors
Tremble like that
Icy Floors
With Classmate

There fall flakes
and I fetch them
Whatever takes
I may catch them

So come on everyone
Freeze your blood
To this wintry one
And Snowflake ton

Copyright © Jamshaid Ghani | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

Copyright © Deanna Schaub | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.

By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Therapy Session

Some folks would tell you that a Demon 
Lived in all of us

A rapist is a thief 
Some public defender isn’t smarter than his client
One is not required to serve as a juror: on every case
With that in mind:
To create a mental trend is easier.

A train to the plane;
It’s really surprising to find 
A hockey player who is tame
A police officer with all his fear and anger
A cook without a kitchen: Is like tango without jingo
A philosophy without any gaps

The new breakfast drink debut
Ice coffee in the morning
Mocha latte` all day
Please don’t interfere with what work
To help us during the day

I am a woman that follows the warmth
A tree that wouldn’t blossom 
 it's worthless creation?
You can eat tree bark 
While the lark 
Build its lowly nest
On the ground

A philosophy without any gaps

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Trini's Lemon Tree

You played a small part in “The Dirty Dozen”.
However, I never saw you in a movie again.
You had some more success in the recording studio.
There are a couple of hit songs I am happy to know.
Those are, “If I Had a Hammer”, and “Lemon Tree”.
Both songs have pleasant lyrics and melody.
Years later, those tunes still appeal to me.

Well, I can relate to your song “Lemon Tree”.
A sad episode recently happened to me.
What I went through bears strong similarity.
I met a woman I mistakenly thought was true.
Suddenly she absconded and bid me adieu.
Well Trini, I have a good idea how you feel.
My similar experience unfortunately was real.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

The story of Adam and Eve in Holy Quran part2

Who is Satan?

Satan is a creature from the world of the Jinn.  The Jinn are a creation of God made from fire.  They are separate and different from both the Angels and mankind; however, like mankind, they possess the power of reason and can choose between good and evil.  The Jinn existed before the creation of Adam[1]  and Satan was the most righteous among them, so much so that he was elevated to a high position amongst the Angels.

“The Angels prostrated themselves all of them together.  Except Satan, he refused to be among the prostrators.  God said: ‘O Satan! What is your reason for not being among the prostrators?  ‘Satan said: ‘I am not the one to prostrate myself to a human being, whom You created from sounding clay of altered black smooth mud.’  God said: ‘Then get out from Here for verily you are an outcast or cursed one.  Verily the curse shall be upon you till the Day of Resurrection.’” (Quran 15:30-35)

The Role of Satan

Satan was there in the Paradise of Adam and Eve and his vow was to misguide and deceive them and their descendents.  Satan said: “…surely I will sit in wait against them (human beings) on Your Straight Path.  Then I will come to them from before them and behind them, from their right and from their left…” (Quran 7:16-17) 

Satan did not say to Adam and Eve “go eat from that tree” nor did he out rightly tell them to disobey God.  He whispered into their hearts and planted disquieting thoughts and desires.  Satan said to Adam and Eve, “...Your Lord did not forbid you this tree save that you should become Angels or become of the immortals.” (Quran 7:20)

 Their minds became filled with thoughts of the tree, and one day they decided to eat from it.  Adam and Eve behaved as all human beings do; they became preoccupied with their own thoughts and the whisperings of Satan and they forgot the warning from God.

It is at this point that the Jewish and Christian traditions differ greatly from Islam.  At no point do the words of God – the Quran, or the traditions and sayings of Prophet Muhammad - indicate that Satan came to Adam and Eve in the form of a snake or serpent.

Islam in no way indicates that Eve was the weaker of the two, or that she tempted Adam to disobey God.  Eating the fruit of the tree was a mistake committed by both Adam and Eve.  They bear equal responsibility. and they asked God for forgiveness.

Copyright © Hammam Hamad | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

My Mothers Doll

Weeping on the window sill.
A long pass love to give.
A doll that with stand time.
Like wear and tear on its strings inside.
The sand that flows in an hour glass.
Is a way to find a love that pass.
My mother holds it once again.
A cool person who love to give.
She gives it to my brothers daughter.
With it sitting on a spindle it can spin.
To thread it back into its former self.
It begins a new love with in.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

Anew: to the Tolkien Tree

Remember how he came and how he went,
Born far away the flakes of your soft bark,
A quartered apple in the muse’s hand,
The evergreen fond memory, our spark.
Up, up, up
Into the errant autumn winds.
Leaves stutter in the gust – a maudlin dance,
The whisper of time’s awl.
Up, up
Rend your unsightly pining skin,
Become a lute, a cup, a battle lance.
There is no infamy in such a fall.
The wheel has turned where grief and branches lay.
Remember how he passed and how he stayed -
Small things through which the darkness’s kept at bay.

Copyright © Anna Milon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |

an almond tree called elvira

 An Almond Tree 

Elvira was walking her dog, a poodle, in a landscape 
of rounded hills, when she fell into a cylindrical
borehole; her dog waited for her to come up again,
she didn´t, and since it was getting dark it ran home.
 In the night an almond tree grew out of the hole
it had had white and pink flowers forever blooming.
In the morning people went looking for Elvira,
the dog led the way, and when they came to the tree
it sat down, wagged its tale and happily barked. 
Elvira was never found. When the search was over  
everyone walked home, but the dog stayed by the tree
only came at night to be fed; and people reckoned
it was the last place the mute had seen Elvira. 
The dog was happy playing around the tree catching 
falling petals when not snuggled up sleeping by its 
trunk, people smiled and called the tree Elvira.
The faithful cur didn´t come home one evening it 
had, just like Elvira, disappeared into the long night. 
Beside the almond tree a miniature version grew it
too flowered all year; between them gossamer full
 of dawn pearls glittered.  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Save our Souls

It was three in the morning and I had to get dressed
The radio had crackled out, another SOS
The fire flickered slowly, it was to cold to gain heat
So I pulled on my old boots and went out in the sleet
I jumped in my vehicle, it fired up sublime
I looked at my watch, it had frozen in time 
My low fire behind me as I drove through the night
Inching and edging through the poorest of sight

I looked at the sky, huge white clouds, they did grow
Twisting and turning, dispensing more snow
I didn't want to admit it but I knew I was lost
Then I saw it on the floor, the top of a signpost
It jutted from the snow, buried seven foot deep
I cleared away the face, it said The village of Drepe
An arrow did point, towards the south east
I jumped back in my vehicle so full of relief

The weather atrocious, strong blizzard and snow
I checked the thermometer, it read 30 below
I never felt this cold in all of my years
Wishing I was home as I pushed through the gears
I thought of my bed and my kids and my wife
What would they do, if I lost my life
This hostile land in a hostile zone
The place that I loved, the place I called home

The trees on the hills were bending with weight
From the build up off snow, there was no escape
As the weather got colder, I thought this aint cool
No one would come up here, no one but a fool
As I turned the bend, I was stopped in my track
Away in the distance, I saw the light of a shack
Where there is light, there could also be life
So I pressed on relentless with vigour and drive

It was one of them nights, it made me feel old
Just up ahead, a tree blocked the road
All gnarled with its branches thrust into the air 
I thought, it's all over, I began to despair
With my vehicle I pushed, with my vehicle I pulled
The old tree laughed back, said man your getting too old
I have guarded this road for one hundred years
The lightning took me, you think I have no tears

I will lay on my side, no one will pass through
The village of Drepe has been cut off to you
I looked up at the sky as night turned to day
Thinking to myself, there has to be a way
I grabbed on my shovel and I piled up the snow
To both sides of this tree and thought, you I will show
I built me a highway, I laboured non stop
Then jumped in my vehicle and drove over the top  

In a clearing I saw it all covered in snow
People round camp fires with no where to go
people so hungry and people so old
Young children crying, comforted by old
I arrived at the village which was trapped in the glen
With plenty of food and warm blankets for them
I checked my thermometer, it read 30 below

Copyright © john scott | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

the tree

He was a tiny little tree
With branches so slender and thin
With leaves so soft and tender
The roots so light but tucked into the ground so tight
He was a tiny little tree
Free spirited, innocent, fragile

Until the forces of nature came
Screaming at him, shouting and beating him to death
But the tree held tight, and fought for its life
He braved the storm to survive
The tree survive but almost without a heart
The tree grew, with branches hard, firm and without a care

Not the warmth of sunny summer days touching his face
Nor the beautiful flowers of spring caressing his chest
Not the calmness of the autumn whispering in his ears
Nor the softness of snow falling into his palm,
None of these, Could soften the heart of the wounded tree
Nothing could break the spell of pain that engulf his spirit

Until a force so strong yet so gentle came to embrace the tree
A force so loud yet so calm, so firm yet so patient
The force’s hands nurtured him, though the tree ran far and fast
Hid from valley, to mountains, to the top of the hills
The force patiently followed the tree
The force never left the tree

Then one day the tree woke up as if from a very long and tiring sleep
It realizes the force was a no ordinary force
It was the softest and yet the strongest among all the forces in the universe
Its power is phenomenal, inevitable, and unexplainable
Ahh, yes it is the force he longed waited for
It is LOVE, the greatest force of all

The tree is no longer a tree now
The enthralling spell was broken
The tree turned into a MAN, a no ordinary man
He is a man, one with the force, one with love

Copyright © jen padernal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |

Shelter of the Weeping Willow

You drew me to you
  with your limbs and leaves 
hanging down to protect me.
  I thought you was made to cry for me.
but... now I can look at you as protecting me
  from the things that makes me cry
and helping me to rise
  no matter what the size
you was my shelter in the mist of the storm.

Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |



Beneath the cold gray skies---proudly
She stood.
Stripped bare, naked to the world,  
Arms outstretched to the heavens,
Unashamed, poised in her Avatar dignity,
She stood.

Through the peep holes of windows
Eyes reached out touching her beauty:
This ancient lady, an aged old tree, glorified
In the autumn of her life.

So I glorify my ebony hued mother---stripped
Bare of her God given rights to be;
Arms raised, poised in her dignity, unashamed,
She stood:
Proudly mastering each day
In the autumns of her life.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015