Best Canopy Poems
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper
UNDER THE CANOPY
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay.
Fervent scent gives undertow noses a heady sway.
Four eyes closed, we swallow the coniferous forest.
Love thrives in our paradisiacal protraction of rest.
Blinded to adversity, verdancy thrives in aurora splay
As our minds run into the river of sunlight to play.
We make promises — nothing sovereign outside our love.
He squeezes my hand, our engagement rings think of
Only this moment, the splendor of our crashing lips.
Our bodies envelope each other like an eclipse.
The force of nature — the arcadian elixir, its bliss.
I shall nevermore forget the chill of reminisce.
4/10/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Silent One
A canopy of live oak trees
That landmark signals rest is near
Time to have fun and to be free
A canopy of live oak trees
Calls my thoughts away on the breeze
Memories though somewhat unclear
A canopy of live oak trees?
That landmark signals rest is near
Inspired by a picture in Andrea's contest
Imperfect meter I am sure for I really don't do meter
Under Love's Green Canopy
Love’s golden thread
binds my heart to yours;
and in beautiful silence,
we lie breathless
in the dark of early morning,
drifting through fathomless
depths of pure,
brown-sugared ecstasy,
inhaling the sweet fragrance
of shared delights.
Nectar-dipped kisses
lingering on the
nape of my neck,
you caress the curves
of my electrified body,
and run your fingers
through the silky,
curly tendrils of my hair…
like birds, nesting under the
green canopy of a Banyan Tree.
Date: 02-26-2020
Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placement: 3rd
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Under canopy
The canopy of thick trees
Just my love and me
Gently he holds my warm hand
Then tenderly a light kiss
Iridescent ivory beams
stream
through trunks
lining the lane
as through stained glass.
Rubies and honey glow
in the leafy tempera
of a sistine oak canopy.
In the sable silence
of autumn's crisp matin
I look up to see Adam
reaching
to touch the hand of God.
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay in our warm sleeping bags, which lay on the hard ground full of pine needles to cushion our bags, while our campfire sheds its soft glowing light that fills the night air with the scents of the smoke and forest pine.
We’re up so high on the mountain top that the night air is cool and so clean, free from pollution from the city below.
We lay gazing in awe, hypnotized in the clear night sky, a theater of sparkling Stars and Constellations dancing with the North Star .The full moon is so large and bright you can almost see the man in the moon.
The sounds of the gentle breeze blowing through the brush, and tree leaves, and away in the distance an owl is hooting, perch to dive down onto its prey, while the wildlife is out feeding by the light of the full moon.
My husband says, “There is nothing to be afraid of because the animals are more afraid of you.
Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay in our warm sleeping bags, while our campfire sheds its soft glowing light that fills the night air with the scents of the smoke and forest pine, we finally fall immediately into exhausted sleep.
By eve roper 10/19/2014
Light as grace is feathery-soft green trellis.
Lush canopy-charmed, sweet embellish
does embrace my eager face
while glad fingers trace
my dream leaves
space.
Perfect peace
in willows grand place
where fantasies freely race
thru splendid majesty I relish.
Light as grace is feathery-soft green trellis.
The gurgling water laughs out loud,
trickling over rocks in a brook.
Away from the bustle and crowd,
the gurgling water laughs out loud.
And flows along fields freshly plowed,
maintaining a countryside look.
The gurgling waters laugh out loud,
trickling over rocks in a brook.
Maintaining a countryside look
adds serenity to the scene,
near a boardwalk, that time forsook;
maintaining a countryside look.
And sunbeams find each dappled nook,
under a canopy of green.
Maintaining a countryside look,
adds serenity to the scene.
Under a canopy of green,
shifting shadows subdue sunlight.
And everything seems so serene,
under a canopy of green.
Dreams go where fantasies have been,
as imagination takes flight.
Under a canopy of green,
shifting shadows subdue sunlight.
Forest umbrella,
Rays of light plummeting through;
Mossy foundation.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 09/11/2009
*For Raul's Contest "Solace in Nature."
Graying clouds, faces
Sprinkled with tears of sorrow...
Deepening thunders
Howling winds, braces
Buffeted by ghastly breath...
Trembling ropes and spikes
Blowing rains, vases
Overturned near grave diggers...
Strewn flower petals
Clearing skies, races
Blanketed the pink coffer...
Gifting her gray vault
Waning tears, faces
Leaked with canopy waters...
Tossing earth within
" The forests are my bones "
I find the beauty of shadows and shades
beneath the canopy painted in dappled light
from the glorious glowing spokes
of a celestial sphere
that creates an elegant twilight realm
where my spirit is held captive
by the warm arms of changing hues
that comforts me in a quiet solitude
of reverence
as I walk the untrodden path
where limbs float on the wind
allowing sunlight to wash across the forest floor
like a glittering fragmented tide
to warm wild berries and ferns
that peacefully lay between the thickets
that stretch through the emerald forest
of standing trees
that my heart and soul...call home
8/4/22
contest Let your muse be inspired-R-form...Romanticism
sponsor Constance La France
Under fig tree's cool
Leafy umbrella's vacuum....
Privacy prevails
My thoughts turn to Jesus when
He knew Nathanael was there
Written: July 29, 2022
After picking a few figs on July 28th, when I walked inside the fig bush/tree's canopy a coolness and peace settled over me.
Dear Canopy. Usually, I cast my eyes in your direction and look away.
Today was one that I chose not to look the other way. There are fire season days when smoke gets into my eyes. And then, there are some days of thick and dark clouds, and others when you are filled with beauty and colorful clouds.
Most days I look up and see you clearly, sitting peacefully. Yet there have been days that I have observed you curiously. But today, for some reason,
I observed you and for the first time, I saw your name. Canopy Blue, opened sky, so innocent with nothing to hide. So massive, vast, and free, ever there
with never a care. An extravagant dome and such a vast domain. You sit there unmoved, unchanged, and so solid like an oak.
Somewhere out there in the distant blue, perhaps far beyond the reach of even you, there's a place called heaven where millions have gone as they passed through you. My dear friend, someday, when my mission on earth has been completed, I too shall join that heavenly crew. And as I pass through you Canopy Blue, I shall recall and pause. With a smile, I shall wave and say "Hi". It seems everything above us is moving rapidly through you; both small and large from worlds unknown. After millions of miles, they are constantly on a fiery race and destined to their doom. But you, Canopy Blue, just sit and ask no questions nor give commands.
In our blessed atmosphere, you grant passage and permission to clouds, winds, and rain. These entities float, blow, and pour on earth from above.
Some say that above us there's only sky, but you and I know it isn't so. You have not only seen thousands of stars fall, but you've seen it all.
And you, Canopy Blue, simply watch, and calmly ponder the paths of millions. And Oh, Canopy, you are so awesome; so quietly you sit; so patient, and Oh, so beautiful.
08132018PSCtest;Entered070721, A Brian Strand July 8 Contest
canopy cascade
shedding its charm and beauty
with graceful drama
AP: 3rd place 2026
Submitted on February 24, 2021 for contest SPRING TRADITIONAL HAIKU sponsored by MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY - RANKED 2ND
We get buried under tents
in cemeteries, a sensible
insurance send off,
throwing roses into a hole.
At parking lot carnivals in June,
I throw rings at
impossible duck necks,
tommy-gunning pop-up
rubber gangsters all for a
shot at the giant stuffed cod
you never wanted
...under a tent.
We got married under a tent.
Guests bit into
crisp leviathan shrimp, and
it was raining good luck rain,
so, our tent bet against
the weather paid off.
We were carnal
under a forest canopy
before we met, roaring and wild, we
kept the creatures up all night;
Your awning was sort of a tent:
striped in red and white over
your upscale catering truck by
the upscale curb,
you saw me coming
before I saw you going.
And the rain is deranged and pelting
as we gather under tents
throwing Kroger
roses into a hole.
I see them everywhere on my way
home from work in the hot summer,
the baking tents…bold, festive stripes
ripping across the melted
asphalt lots, hawking
all kinds of hope and fervor,
And I am raptured by their retail
evangelism, and always
come home proudly
with that leather ottoman
on sale, drastically reduced,
the one you always hated,
the one that nearly matched
the living room couch, and still doesn’t.
But in my own defense, my dear,
my sweet gone dear,
I had taken leave of my senses
for a moment, under a tent.