Best Groves Poems
Ash Groves
“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree,
Ah, then little I think of sorrow or sadness,
The Ash Grove enchanting spells beauty for me.”
Wales to me,
Though stranger to my step,
Like the Ash groves on rolling mountains
Blackbirds warble - long days of summer’s smile;
A pensive rover with my Welsh companions
Of Corgi’s, wily terriers
About my feet;
Honoring a Red Dragon, in this land of song
Where songs bequeathed to my heart -
Sung before my time - left for me sing;
In lyrics of canaries free of cages
Rising up from deep shafts of dark coal
Sing out their freedom;
Still heard in voyages ‘cross the Celtic Sea –
Pensive legends of home
‘Cross turbulent oceans;–
Finding rolling mountains to climb
Upon Liberty’s broad wings
To Ash groves of white and blue;
Ne’er forgetting Rock Rose or Snowden Lily
The Red Kite soaring
High up in Welsh hearts;
No more to pensively roam
Through new ash groves of freedom
In this new land of song -
New land of song.
“The ash grove, how graceful how plainly ‘tis speaking
The harp thro’ it playing has language for me…
The Ash Grove alone is my home.”
Based on the Welsh folk song “Ash Grove.”
Song form AABAABA
Part of my family came from Wales to Kentucky and Tennessee in the 1800’s. Their last name was Henderson.
7-2-20
Categories:
groves, family, music,
Form:
Lyric
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 inside,” he’d say,
“bring a bucket of water.”
I ran, feet light on the earth,
filled the bucket from the well,
its coolness a moment of peace.
But then—
a scream, sharp and raw,
cut through the air.
I rushed outside,
and saw the flames—
huge, fierce,
devouring the olive trees,
the ones Baba had cared for,
the ones my ancestors had planted.
In the distance,
soldiers stood,
their smiles cold,
ruining everything we had known,
burning the heart of our land.
I dropped the bucket.
The water poured uselessly on the ground,
while the fire took what we had left—
our home, our history,
our future,
turned to ash.
Categories:
groves, arabic, betrayal, corruption, farm,
Form:
Free verse
Among the mango groves
Rain falls in rallies, waterbeads
The gust of wind gather treasure-troves
Of passive smell of weeds
In the groves,play of waterbeads, breeds
The water spirals down the earth
A rumpy cudden in trapeze
A distant coming nature's re-birth
Meandering roots squeeze
A trapeze, rebirth ,trees wheeze
Rain 's stopping by,a shy goodwill
Falling of twigs , nipped buds white sauce oozing
Astringent in taste sweet souls on the mill
Waters sleep on the bark sousing
Sousing in the puddle of rain-a goodwill dousing
Manassian Quintain - Poetry Contest
Sponsor craig cornish
07 th January,2015
Categories:
groves, water,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I love you wild and free
From midnight to the dawning spree
When broken glass startles the mirror
Our love grows clearer
Through fortune and nebulous climb
Tucked into each other's sides
By mystic banter and throaty relief
Holding still in our belief
That love summits grow
With each passing leaf
Categories:
groves, art, inspirational, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Shadows of the Valley
creatures of the dark pitted dome
scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally
without souls—pod like, they roam
throughout forests assiduously marled
awoken from the darkest depth
twigs and branches splayed and snarled
shadows of the valley doyennes adept
distracting sheaves as straws
spewing dirt they bask in
on battered brain gnaws
Taken in is florescent energy
of the soldiers asleep wondering lost
deep in the woods a shadowy synergy
offering oak caskets at any cost
protecting their woodlands and wild
and sacred groves
the lakes are red
the fireweed’s piled
thickened blood broth nauseates
the marshes are fed
man’s liberation it confiscates
deliverance emits rigmaroles confusion
the mind like strobes swirling
they detest the army’s intrusion
Casting a shield of leaves they scatter
to hide thorns on stems
refining unsightly grey matter
hybrid nymphs whittling femes
on the verge of extinction, losing sight
consuming the troops
and extinguishing their light
Set erect are the maiden’s free
planted are the seeds of iron
into the twisting gnarly shadowy tree
chorus ~
Walk through its musky breath
in the shadows of the valley of death
they rape our land
we strap their hands
the now abandoned
Categories:
groves, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
shallow groves
of my mind
tepid waters break
over and over
hollow thought
of you tonight
a car crash
in my life
never was sober
shallow groves
all your lies
insecurities
swallowed whole
i gave up
when i ran
when you wake up
quite hungover
want to stay in bed
Categories:
groves, addiction, angst, betrayal, break
Form:
Free verse
POEM "THE PASSIONATE PRIME" written by martin gedge
Through the trees
and colored leaves
to branches far below
there spins a gem
from bud to stem
against the summer glow
with spurts of rain
its face in flame
the passion fruit is prime
it's peachy clean
like none you seen
and juicy all the time
so soft and sweet
this tasty treat
as seasons lie in wait
the velvet skin
from cheek to grin
across the Georgia state
so take a bite
of such delight
a splash of nectar charm
and wipe the smile
that all the while
was dripping down your arm.....
by martin gedge ©
Categories:
groves, fruit, heaven, nature, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
I used to wander through the olive groves
in the days when I was younger
sitting outside in the shade to eat
while Granddad chatted in the street
familiar words not quite understood
I stayed all summer just because I could
swimming in the beautiful Aegean sea
I was as happy as I could be
memories of those days gone by
I look at the old photo's -with a sigh.
Categories:
groves, beautiful, grandfather, memory, sea,
Form:
Free verse
CITRUS GROVES
In citrus groves of sunlit hue,
Fictitious fact farce sounds so true,
Where oranges, plump and captured by zest,
In love affection with the farmer, feeling its best,
But witnessed a twist beyond the rolling crest.
With its vibrant peel and a radiant hue,
Held the essence of the one it grew.
From gentle curve, clean looks to robust chin,
An orange's visage, looking fresh and clean.
Its eyes, twin orbs of sunlight's rays,
Gleaming and bright like summer's blaze,
In vibrant array, encompassed in its gaze,
Squeezed with each squeeze by the squeezer,
Ready to be delivered in the captivity of freezer.
Compromised trust alternate its burst of zest,
Liquidization is the transformation it witness at best.
As the squeezer unleashed the scent tang.
Oranje enjoyed its last caress before hitting a snag
It wasn't a sweet symphony but a fragrant delight,
Juicing out the juice into this citrus sprite.
From that moment on, the farmer knew,
This orange, immense, had a purpose true,
To bring a smile and refreshing to every face,
A reminder of nature's infinite grace.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 9th, 2023.
Categories:
groves, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
On April seventh there'll be an anniversary.
Not one in which we celebrate with balloons or confetti...
sweet cakes, songs or garish parades.
It will be 6 serrated months, since terrorist raped Mother Israel.
Sprayed the olive groves with her blood.
Six months since they raked a couple hundred innocents...
to cover yellow flanks-to prolong their fun.
Six months the innocents have spent underground
with-in the tunnels of cowards.
Nobody talks about them anymore.
one by one there being dropped
like sparks from a broken tailpipe
While the media bunny hops away,,,
onto the next horror.
Their names and smiling faces have melted off our back pages.
Into Dali's clocks into the final note of a broken windchime memory.
Categories:
groves, innocence, insect,
Form:
Free verse