Best Pear Tree Poems

I know I'm surely not the most beautiful tree
For my leaves and form are really quite plain
All year I quietly stand and bide my time
In...

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The wood smoke is rising,
there’s a chill in the air,
the valley’s in shadow,
with the pear tree still bare,
but I know by morning,
what the new day...

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Write !


Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid...

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“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya


 She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In...

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I miss so many things: the old pear tree, which once lived by the walk and the bees inside. The bees almost never stung, but...

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I visited his grave, but the grave was gone!
What? I know spirits travel but this just seems wrong.
There's a big hole where the grave used...

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Each spring when winter has trudged away,
I love to drive up to my house and see my trees in bloom.
The ornamental pear tree, so tall...

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On the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a Partridge in a pear tree.

Truly a miracle was he
cloaked in a robe of deerskin
as...

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Tamas
I began in my mother's womb  where darkness clothed me
still carrying taste of death upon my tongue I suckled and kicked free
there were dancing...

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pear tree
scattered white blossoms....
middle of august    ...

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True love know no BOUNDS.  Limitless, it jumps and tumbles rolling and there it lands.

I LOVE you true.
 I love you right.
I love you...

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Malicious, plotting squirrel, 
sends its angry rain.
Oh, the liberties it takes, 
with my precious fruit trees.
A pear slams into my head; 
my temple, burning blue.

Rising...

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One hundred feet of yellow plastic,
that's how long it seemed to me.
Stretching from the picnic table,
on past that grand pear tree.

Water flowing from a garden...

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Driving home from work, I watch the darkening sky and the trees along the streets bending in the wind. Big drops of rain begin to...

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THE LONGING

To be innocent is to be entirely unknown, even to oneself.

- Djuna Barnes



I am free at last to be silent, to lap
In the quiet...

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