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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey jar broke.

One of 175 soil types. With the fifty
tree species
comprising...

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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...

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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...

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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."...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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" 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...

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canopy cascade
shedding its charm and beauty
with graceful drama



Submitted on February 24, 2021 for contest SPRING TRADITIONAL HAIKU sponsored by MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY  -  RANKED 2ND...

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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.

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