Best Grove Poems

Nearby a desert, trees and peace both flourish in my city, Pleasant Grove.


Written Oct. 3, 2016 For the Where I Live One Liner Contest of Silent One. 
*Pleasant Grove is a small city of Utah, USA, not far from capital, Salt Lake City...

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For twenty-seven years I have lived here
inside this little city, Pleasant Grove.
I live too far away from sisters dear.
Not easily from this town could I rove!
I live here with a dog, a cat and spouse.
I hardly know a thing about this town.
I’m here because it’s...

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The grove of redwoods;
Silent, an ancient stillness,
Soothing and serene --
I once saw a goddess there,
Eyes of night and starlight hair....

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(A double etheree)

I
took the
“scenic route”
home through my town
today, driving down
streets unknown to me and
some I’d driven down before
but now could barely recognize-
so many new houses had sprung up!
Guided by instinct, I turned onto streets.
Mostly I guessed wrong on my directions!
What charming homes line those clean...

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During this unsettling time 
I find much relief walking 
beside the lemon grove.
I take my time on the 
same route every day. 

How the lemons 
and my life has changed. 

The trees have already flowered 
and small green lemons appeared. 
Soon they grew larger and...

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When I was just four,
Baba would walk me through the olive groves,
his land stretching endlessly,
acres of trees—each one a memory,
each one rooted deep in the soil of home.
He’d set up a ladder for me,
let me climb,
picking the dark, ripe olives
from the branches heavy with history.

“Go...

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Under the wrought iron arch and gateway
crawling with both wild and deep red creepers
complimented by evergreens.
The fall colors are splendid.

Most of the flowers are giving way 
to the chill, and the swans are graceful and content
with the breeding season now over

Walking slowly along the narrow...

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Adieu the king,
Long live the king:
The crown was in the grove
Where his forebears dwell
In their majestic transfiguration;
There he would inherit the fiat,
The power to say and to be;
In the grove of royal tutorial
Where prince became king
Where ancient secrets were learnt
The tryst of the dead and...

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The Bohemian Grove

There is a place in San Francisco called the Bohemian Grove. It’s a boy’s club you might say. But when is the last time you saw boys offer sacrifices to Lucifer and burn bodies at the stake in honor of their loyalty to...

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an open grove
allows in the moon’s glow…
faithful delight

Russell Sivey

May not be true to Haiku form but I couldn't resist the urge to write it this way.

Contest: In The Mood
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey

5/15/2013...

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One day in early April, I’ll be given a surprise.
Old Man Winter will have barely trudged away.
I’ll drive up to my house and before my eyes,
Spring will have returned in bright array -
with my front yard trees a part of her costume ballet.

The buds on...

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Fragrance enveloped me
as I stepped
into the enchanted forest.
Dim light filtered
through the canopy.

Brown clusters hung from branches;
dead leaves, I thought,
until I saw
flutters of orange:
I had found 
the magical place
where the butterflies gather.

***

The drought
has been merciless.
Trees are white skeletons,
the ground littered with bark.
Sunlight hits the dust.

Where
will the...

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Paddling a canoe
     Past green to deeper waters
     Anxiously alone
     Bow cuts the morning dew.

     In the Prison of our minds
     Half-conscious moving on
 ...

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sentinels
anchored on the coast-
cypress grove

May 1, 2018...

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I guess maybe both of us may have changed to some degree;
But try though I may I see it in you more than I see it in me.
I guess I wasn’t so nice to you as far as that boy girl thing went;
But I know...

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