Best Arboreal Poems
Arborealan arboreal
green anole flashes red....
spring afternoon
arboreal -adj.- living in trees, relating to trees
anole -noun- a small mainly arboreal American lizard with a throat fan that (in the males) is typically brightly colored. Somewhat of a chameleon....
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Categories:
arboreal, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Arboreal InquiryThere is hope for a tree.
For though you lop its branches
And fell its mighty trunk,
Expose it to the elements
And mutilate its stump—
Yet at the scent of water,
At the soaking of the rain,
From its root will thrust a shoot—
It springs to life again.
Hope there is for...
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Categories:
arboreal, depression, endurance, hope, prayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Arboreal Atonement Allowing- -Only this;
And a joyousness
Remembering many beautiful, matriarch models
And so you came gently in forgiveness;
Forgiving, allowing the arboreal atonement
I threw my resort upon the heart;
Of my cold unloving mind;
Back into my memories accommodating
That uttermost - that uttermost;
And the savior was classifying;
The arboreal atonement allowing
4/10/19
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Categories:
arboreal, appreciation, assonance, community, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Dead Arboreal SplendourOctober was mild this year,
softer and gentler then most,
colored muted on trees
that clung fiercely to their leaves,
they lingered and fluttered
into November’s days.
Then derecho’s linear blast
roared before Thanksgiving week,
wiping gusts with gusto,
appropriately,
ravaging the dead clingers
from their long, gray branches.
Dead, arboreal splendor
precipitates down, down
to the wasted brown
grass...
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Categories:
arboreal, autumn, change, november, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Arboreal ConversationsThe woods have been gathering here
for long generations,
they have their own arboreal language,
a nocturnal patois
ground out by layers of ligneous skins.
The language is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots
incantations that turn slowly
into the kernels of long seeded words.
Deep into the night I listen,
then listen yet...
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Categories:
arboreal, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
arboreal, death,
Form:
Haiku