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Details | ABC |



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




Details | Rhyme |
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |
It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence

A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty

It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed 
many an event 
through time
Time has passed by 
but it remains 
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?

In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song 
to your ear 
as they sang a song of thanks
to you

You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed

Today 
they have all gone away
but you still remain 
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events 
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?

O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013




Details | Dramatic monologue |
A Bamboo song

welcome the whisper of the wind 
with its peaceful smiles
the swaying twigs
perform a beautiful song
and provide the encouragement 
the leaves dancing in the rush of joys

evoke the playful spirit
and eliminate the worry
though its branches and roots
are small and weak

the wind was blowing hard
its strong rods remained firmly
swinging in the shade of the foliage

soaring higher
with its strong confidence
donated a million of gratitude
no room for the feeling of envy to pass by
no chance for a glance
on the beauty of another tree

it remained in its own beauty
even without a decorated flowers or fruits

contributed itself 
to entertain through its peacefulness
provided shade on the surrounding
gave a ride across the ocean of difficulties

beautiful leaves
graceful branches
compactness roots
solid stem
lead the bamboo orchestra with its passion
and perform the beautiful song
the bamboo song

in the rhythm of its silence
there is a sense of peacefulness

(c) Sukmawati Komala
16 August 2013

Copyright © Sukmawati Komala | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |
A candle is lit in the forest of song,
Where the witches come out in the glen;
And the nightingales dance,
As if in a trance,
All watched by the spirits of men.

The faeries and elves, with the goblins and gnomes,
All join in the banquet of fun;
And a magical spell
From a bottomless well
Causes even the tortoise to run.

The witches they circle, as music is played
On the harp and the drum and the lyre;
And their potions from earth
Provide them with mirth,
That all sprites in the forest admire.

The labyrinth is walked on a carpet of leaves,
As the guests are all welcomed by friends.
They link hand in hand
With the mortals from land,
As they travel the lines and the bends.

The flame from the candle is flickering with joy,
As it lights up the trees and the moon;
While the deer and the owl
Track the wolf’s happy howl
As it sings like a choir boy in tune.

And the Mother, she watches the gathering unfold;
The Goddess of earth is well pleased.
Her energy’s best
When there’s no time to rest,
Cause all of her senses are teased.

Whilst the new world implodes, the ancient lives on,
And it’s here that the truth doth belong;
For the magic and mystery,
All long-lost in history,
Is found in the forest of song. 

Copyright © Roger Blakiston | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
I'll change... 
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!

Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!

Copyright © Travis Flasnick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Shape |
~Spring Song~ ( The Tree) Spring Is here One more time All hearts rejoice Flowers bloom come out Trees get new leaves renew Springs so very beautiful Butterflies dance birds fly soar sing S P R I N G IS HERE Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
February.03.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Tree" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 on September.20.2009.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
"The Kitty and the Bunny" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Pop! Goes the 
Weasel".

'Round and 'round the dogwood tree
Kitty chased the Easter Bunny,
'Til Bunny tossed an egg
That broke Kitty's leg;
And Kitty cried, "This game ain't fun-ny!".

Bonus activity: Give children some crayons and paper and have them turn this poem into a comic strip. Tell them you would use four boxes for your comic strip: one showing Kitty chasing the bunny, the next one showing the bunny tossing an egg, the next showing kitty holding his paw, and the last one showing tears streaming down Kitty's face. But, tell children they can use as few or as many boxes as they like for their comic strips and even change the storyline. The dogwood tree becomes an apple tree and bunny is seen pelting Kitty with apples. Perhaps squirrels join in the fight and start throwing acorns at Kitty.

Copyright © Cherie Durbin | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
               On Open Field

Giant oak consumes the landscape girth
Tears come down, gain momentum, form as rain
Sun beams and wind twist it into bands that land
Strike each leaf and branch with spring like action 
Between each drop of water and speck of light
There is a story to be told
Grass abounds out there about the tree
Expands for miles to horizons deep in green
Drinks in the sun beams, wind and rain
Nourished and serine
Sings underneath the giant tree
On open field

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Haiku Calendar 
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)

snow and more snow falls 
cold wind and more cold wind blows 
all branches are bare 

starving and weak birds 
a chill grips before sunrise 
fall from bare branches 

warm afternoon wind 
thin morning ice melts on pond 
a song bird is heard 

poppies hide in grass 
drink from early morning showers 
bees drink from open buds 

warm ruffles new weeds 
clover covers budding ground 
crickets find their song 

hawk hunts small rabbit 
green hedges give good cover 
blood drips on clover 

sun waves off dark soil 
flowers grow only in shade 
bees hive drips sweet wax 

in shade cow chews cud 
waits for dark to find water 
sleeps on top of mound 

east winds pull cool rain 
quinces bright hill flowers thirst 
streams roar then fall quite 

squirrel hides acorn 
digs hole at foot of oak tree 
barks at gray wet sky 

leaf fall from elm tree 
vacant bird nest are exposed 
geese sound over head 

deer move over trail 
fawns loose baby spots and jump 
graze on holly leafs  

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
Roughened, reddened fibrous shell
Vibrant life still fresh and green
Thickened feet and arms
Embrace the stars and sky
Growing higher every day
Thousands, years gone by 
Yet still the old one reaches on
Urged on by the rain and sun
And life that courses up so high
Some time ago a friend, in wind he fell
Crashing to the ground in end
Like thunder shaking all the earth around
The shout went out
He’s gone
His roots jut up in silhouette
A tombstone of regret
Like a wise old sage
The sentinel still stands
How long?
Many others died 
In storms and fires through the years
But the old one presses on
The rain dripping down a million tears
So strong and tall the redwood grows
New threats rang out and echoed
Old fellows thundered to the earth
The axe and saws of men
Laid low the works of thousand years
Young ones quickly took their place
And began again the age old race
How long will all the old ones last
They must go on, they’re holding fast
Ocean breeze brings soft melodies refrain
Can you hear the redwood song
They are singing once again

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Have you ever stopped quietly just to listen?
Nature has an orchestra just waiting to be played.

A branch of a tree rub's against
a tree limb like the sound of the oboe
singing deep from within. 

There are birds, Frogs, and crickets to
add to the song.
And babbling brooks just flowing along.

The leaves under foot make a crunch
as you walk.  It's almost like
Nature is trying to talk.

The Night-in-gale sings her sad song
in the nest, then tucks all her babies
snug under her chest.

And just when you think all is quiet
and still, you hear a faint sound
coming over the hill.

You listen and wonder, what
sound could this be?
Its just the wind blowing and ruffling
the trees.

So next time your walking and
talking out loud.  Be quiet
stop moving and exit the crowd.

Just sit down be patient and quietly
stay, Its Natures sweet music Beginning
to play.





Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
There was an actor once, whose age
    Was far too young
To warrant tragedy on stage. 

A sapling’s roots were harshly wrung
    And taken far away,
Where to a barren rock they clung. 

I, likewise, did not have a say
    When I was torn and flung,
And yet I lived and thrive today.

    This is my childhood song. 

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream,  caught up mentally 
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
 hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...

Copyright © Ibrahim Ghani | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Skies are Blue
Trees are green
I keep on walking round that redwood tree,
I keep on walking around that redwood tree.

I've been walking
For days on end
And I still can't see
The light again.
So I'll keep on walking round that redwood tree,
I'll keep on walking round that redwood tree


I've kept on walking
till I met you
With sea blue eyes
A pretty smile, too.
So no more walking
Round that red wood tree
No more walking down that redwood tree.

Copyright © Daniexelle Eledwhen | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Dance of the Wood Sprites
 
One late night I was staying in the forest 
when i heard what sounded like singing 
fire crackling and bells ringing 

I decided to see what it was 
so I quietly climbed the hill 
What I saw next gave me a chill 

Wood sprites dancing merrily 
in the full moonlight were they 
about a knee high I would say 

Curious I crawled to take a closer look 
They were dressed all in leaves and fur 
Must be dreaming i thought my head in a blur 

Round and round the fire they went 
carrying spears bows and such 
others in trees numbering much 

War dance ,celebration ,I could not say 
noticing one that seemed to lead 
from a tiny book he began to read 

Chanting over and over again 
Was it a song or was it a spell 
words spoken over again I couldn't tell 

Up from my belly I sprang 
to turn and run away 
The tree before me started to sway 

The creature leaped and landed 
right before my feet 
another and another the song changed beats 

Bows were drawn spears pointed too 
Angry looks on their faces 
up around me fire in blazes 

Taken to the leader forced to my knees 
he then spoke in some unknown tongue 
I noticed a rope from a tree it hung 

Slipped around my neck oh so tight 
Hands bound and tightly tied 
Free myself I couldn't over and again i tried 

As the moon slipped slowly over the hill 
the night darkened faded to black 
I awoke at my site I was back 

The sun now shown 
what a beautiful day 
All a dream I'd have to say 

Packing my gear ready to leave 
when i felt a tiny cut on my ear 
Was it from a tiny wood sprite spear? 

Copyright © warren stafford | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
Happiness lies in the simple things -

hearing birdsong when one awakens 
in the early morning
observing the morning sun
creating diamonds from dewdrops
seeing a baby's smiling face
watching a spider spin its web
feeling the bark of an old faithful tree
watching baby animals at play
being dazzled by brilliant sunshine
streaming from a clear blue and white sky

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
       What’s A Puppet To Do

Puppets get their calories from trees
They start in forest as a twig
Carved out of wood and painted
Everything is tied up in the strings
Pulled this way and that 
Lost without the manipulator touch

Marionettes are full of fluffy stuffing
Yet still hunger for their freedom
When the economy becomes a comedy
No one laughs 

Puppets never stop
They dance
What’s a puppet to do without his strings?
It sings about swinging in the trees
Free as a twig


for John Lawless -"Puppets" - Poetry contest - entered on 12/16/14 



Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dodoitsu |
Wind gently kisses the leaves, which tickles, makes them shiver. Happy, the tree in our yard, sings its Summer song.
For the contest: Flowers, Tress, Grass or Bees Sponsored by Francine Roberts Placement: 4th

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
I hold a fire in my hand
And the flame is you,
In the forest
Where every tree is you,
Walking on the road
Each brick is you,
Under the starry sky
The lone moon is you,
Hearing the voices
Nightingale is you,
Among all ill in these woods
All the glee is you,

Yet when I look for your hand,
To hold with one without the flame
Everything around is you,
Except you.

Copyright © Khuzema Mithai Wala | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
this is just another story of a brand new mystery
just departed on this adventure full of smiles an lunarcay
bells ringing in my head

feeling giddy as a school boy skipping down streets two n frow
the morning sun is like a drug that brings me near
to the world that i hold dear

let go of my baloons and see them rise
higher and higher into the heavens
then im sad it like the shining

it looks like the rain is comming
drowning out the white hot sun
lost in a world of make beleive 
so i take my leap of faith
where is leads
 no way of knowing

pink elephants orange fountains
spray water over the tree line
switching colours playfully
without knowing its time for bed now
pack up my toys and go home to mum
and as the tree line shades out the mid morning sun
im like a space man up there having fun

Copyright © Mark Gallows | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |
A song I wrote, hope you enjoy and can feel the beat. :)


I went in the room and I saw her asleep
Then I followed the dog as he wanted to pee.
The cold winter wind howled at me
While I walked down the block by the big willow tree.

(Chorus)
But today, I tell you this story you see
Because,
It all fell from me.

She packed up her bags and said she must leave
I pleaded and asked, 'Why do you do this to me?'
She said she loved me but she needed to be,
Alone for awhile to see what she needs.

(Chorus)
But today, I tell you this story you see
Because,
It all fell from me.

Just me and the dog laying under a tree.
We watched as the birds flew by the bees.
He chased after a bird and left me by the tree,
As he got hit by a car and left me to be.

(Chorus)
But today, I tell you this story you see
Because,
It all fell from me.

Alone as I waited, counting the weeks.
I hoped that one day she'd come back to me.
But the years went by and never a peep
So alone I sit,
by that big willow tree.

-Eddie Cox

Copyright © eddie cox | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |
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.

Copyright © Steven Miller | Year Posted 2008

Details | I do not know? |
A single bee
Alone a tree.
A single day in morning.
His slicker sly 
Of catching eyes.
His sweeter side of aging.
Like sticky seeds,
These blossom beads.
The winter plants are dying.
A drunken bee
Flies lazily,
Brought down by nectar drinking.

Our springs are wet
With sweet forgets.
Our hearts forever bleeding.
Our summers heat,
These days retreat,
Our only summer setting.
Our summers die
In lullabies.
I wish I wont stop dreaming.
A passer by
I might ask why
Alone a tree in morning?

And possibly 
He’d die to be 
My only glimpse of fleeting.
Without a care 
Our pulses dare
To reach the height of running.
A gentle sigh,
An open mind,
Holds within each waiting.

His ancient cry
Of reasons why.
His simple song of saving.
I'll never die 
He'll say tonight
While other dawns are breaking.
A passer by,
I might ask why
Alone a tree in mourning? 

Copyright © Samantha McDougal | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
I once rode through the long forgotten woods,
Where the trees stood proud and tall but buried in gloom.
Far away yonder beyond the grey and brown figures,
emerged an old fortress once captured by wickedness.

I could hear a faint womanly voice in melancholy,
singing about the past that had gone away.
A window slightly opened on the mere top of the tower,
A winsome lady appeared with her hair embellished with flowers.

She was pale but not in rage, for she lived years in the cage.
She sang plaintively, gazing out through the window.
I hid under a thicket, but her glittery eyes caught me in the dark.
I arose from the  thicket, raised my head to look her, but she moved away from the window.

I followed her, climbed the tower by grabbing the branches of a nearby tree.
I stood on the window sill and was ready to set her free.
I stepped in, only to realise that she no more was a winsome lady.
Her ebony black hair turned pure white.

She turned beauty into awful, her teeth arranged recklessly,
which spread a foul scent around the chamber.
She was nearing me to stab me for her cruelty.
I, laying at her feet saw my own blood drip down from her knife.

Copyright © Aishwarya vr | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
Autumn is here

My children all let go.

Blankets on my feet they lay.

I wait and wish for growth again .

I am still.
 
I feel a soaking cold ; a dreadful chill 

I battle death .
 
I hope survival 

I deny pain.
 
I feed on icy frosty rain.

I will sleep and dream.

Cling while hoping.

For an awakening joy ,

See babes growing .
 
Patiently I sleep and dream until at last I rise again .

Spring has finally come.

Am I finished ?

Is it done ?

Copyright © Lynward McKee | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |
Bird in a tree singing this song

We each have a song:
the song coming from searching
or immediate discovery..
The song we now know is truth
and the wish to share
 seems paramount..
Our thoughts claim
a discovery which 
the world needs now
for advent of peace..
The song seems simple
a treasure to transmit..
Yet we learn
we only need be as a

Bird in a tree singing this song...

Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |
To Learn the Secrets
Of the Trees, Just Listen to
The Birds' Chirping.

Copyright © Harshath Vidheya | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Short hoo hoo to the distant space
A hoo hoo from an unknown space
The top of a branch perched in a tree
That is where the song of the owl begins
 
Carrying off into the wind at night
An owl that is perched not taking flight
Searching with the keen eyesight
Giving a hoo hoo for any others nearby

Owl a song a hoo hoo only heard
Hoo hoo the owl song after midnight falls
Who is the word of this predator bird
As the owl in the distant perched late night calls

Listening to another small and more high pitched
The two owls call a song to one another 
Where are you two owls that are calling out?
Closing my eyes to wish to see the distant trees where the owls be

Knowing the hoo hoo is a call from they
The two owls after midnight that sleep all day
Communicating the nightly bird way 
With a vocal of who who are they?

One male possibly one female to match
These owls that hoo hoo to gain an attack
Smart as they are to be in a tree
High up the two owls love to hoo hoo for me

What is it they do the two owls that sing?
Directing the movement into the prey with each hoo hoo they bring
Far to the left and far to the right
Together the owl song is the battle cry

Uniting the high flight and deep tone 
Different directions of a hoo hoo owl song
The moment of sight to capture the prize
Keen are the two owls who sing the song at nights eyes

Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017