Best Branched Poems

The Mother Tree

I am the mother tree that spawned the seeds of you.
My children, you've grown and branched away from me.
You've married, left home to...

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A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted...

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In the silent breathing of night,
treading through 
the darkness and the hush
(A heavy band of slave)
like black ants snaking
through the forlorn distance.
Grieving with tears
Of yesterdays...

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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet...

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Through frayed seams a rosy dream bleeds 
needled and re-stitched 
with threads of time and love and hope..

and still — a rosy dream bleeds 
the...

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It stood on the other side of the wall rooted firmly
for the white bougainvillea tree did not belong to me
Wondered why it always branched this...

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One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
has reasoned with a summer's soul
and paints the season with vibrant gold

The brittle...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and...

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The wind is crisp when clouds cover the 
sun, what passes for warm when clouds 
disappear.

Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before...

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Mornings to me 

are not an exiting crescent moon
glowing gold in the west,
preparing to retire 
below a distant tree line silhouette

Scattered footprints
in the glistening dew
on...

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Bare-branched the woodland trees, edging the lake
Young Pen glided alone without a mate
Graceful her strokes, nary a wave or wake
I watched and wondered, what would...

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It’s such a glorious Summer day
to walk in the sand of the cerulean sea
I’m in a quiet cove of a secluded bay
It's just the hungry...

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Waning sunlight casts shadows across bare branched trees
whose leaves silently tumble, carpeting the ground

Autumn murmurs with gentle taps on my window
I breathe a sigh in...

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Was but a shrub, clinging to rocky hill..
when first I strayed in forest aflower.
Er'nt son's return to rose and whippoorwill,
and brook's water glider mossy bower.

Below..,seventeen...

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