Best Pinecones Poems
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Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find,
all on a cool summer’s eve
Seeking a scarf only meant to unwind,
wrapped in an untangled weave
Picking a fabric, the color of love,
stitched with a thread of desire
Taking your hand neath the heavens above,
warm in our flannel attire,
more than enough to inspire
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Following pathways, the shape of your smile,
skipping like stones on a lake
Counting the ripples in circular style,
drenching the shore in their wake
Picking up pinecones now scattered the floor,
left of an overgrown scene
Acorns and clover and toadstools galore,
woven in soft evergreen,
what could this possibly mean
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Heartbeat directions now lost to the breeze,
footsteps will know what we planned
Calming, the moments we talk to the trees,
sycamores do understand
Midnight adventures by firefly light,
glistening, leading the way
Wee hour wandering as they take flight,
below a lanterned array,
stars in a shimmered display
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Find what you will in these words that I share,
tuck them away safe and sound
Breathe in the thoughts as you exhale the air,
now that there’s no one around
Kiss me tonight where the moon shadows dance,
soft on the eve of the morn
Holding me close at the edge of romance,
watching the sunrise adorn,
happy this new day is born
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Categories:
pinecones, love, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
crumbling
leaves drift with wind
naked branches shiver
crisp scarlet, gold carpet is laid
onwards
misty
fog fills the air
masking grey gloomy skies
brisk breeze blows pinecones into
puddles
odours
of faint wood smoke
like an earthly perfume
infuse dawn's dewdrops on iced fields
ahead
hungry
blackbirds hover
searching for sweet berries
blanket of dark clouds cover sky
home time!
Categories:
pinecones, autumn, feelings, seasons,
Form:
Cinquain
the tallest I’ve ever seen was in primary
towering like a General in the military
a haggard expression of pain and disgust
the needle like leaves his ooze would discard
he seemed so staunch in his camouflage and upright salute
the pinecones resembling a grenade assault
as curious children do, to climb we were too eager
mystery lay hidden somewhere in his evergreen erect figure
the teacher would soon be called to the rescue
climbing down now an impossible chore
some disciplinary action would be enforced
he wouldn't even be swaying in the wind this unmoveable force
then one day the war would finally be won
it took a couple of grades of broken bones and casting stones
high up in his clutches where our balls would be stuck
he would be uprooted and loaded onto the back of the truck
but when he left, the school grounds seemed so empty
he had retired after generations serving this country
that's why it now felt like such a pyrrhic victory
in hindsight, he was truly our sentry
08-23-2015
Contest: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Trees Personified
Categories:
pinecones, childhood, school, tree,
Form:
Personification
Birds singing in the warmth of the sun
Flowers blooming means spring has sprung
Your innocence of the world today
May diminish some, but most will stay
I hope you will always achieve
With warmth in your heart, always believe
Wonderful characters in fairy tales
Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails
Capture their enchantment today
Hold on to their hopes in a special way
Sparkles in your eyes show you perceive
Their happiness and dreams, always believe
Fallen leaves rustling in the breeze
Gathering pinecones on your knees
Enjoy nature while you can today
Night is growing colder with shortness of the day
The snowflakes will drift on to your sleeve
With the magic of winter, always believe
With an open heart, may you also receive
Belief in yourself, always believe
Categories:
pinecones, faith, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s a mixed up day
Nature wants to play
White snow with brown leaves
Blowing in the sunny breeze
Pinecones flattened on the road
In the arctic air, so cold
A white curtain at the mountain veils
Snow squalls fill the sky in trails
It’s a mixed up beautiful day
Nature wants to play
I watch in wonder
If next, will be thunder
For now it is a winter’s blast
Coming in real fast
Leaving fall quickly in the past
While the sun still lasts
Heidi Sands
11/10/17
Categories:
pinecones, beauty, change, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn Afterglow
Pristine blue October skies are flowing
Falling leaves a’ waltz upon the air
Tapestries of woven destinations
Painted in a colorful affair
Apple pies in open windows calling
Woolen jackets hung beside the door
Frolicking through wayward pumpkin patches
Hand in hand, now who could ask for more
Pinecones rest along a winding pathway
Sparrows sing in barren trees above
Dreaming in the afterglow of Autumn
Nature’s beauty shared with one you love
10/23/18
Written for the Seasonal or Unseasonal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
pinecones, autumn, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I stood in the snow frozen park
Leaned against a tree, not feeling too well
Beneath skies filled with gray clouds
I looked between the birch trees
And I saw the birds flying
I heard them singing in the stillness
Then I closed my eyes and imagined,
Their happy chirping songs were for me
And in this moment, everything was ok
As I returned, I saw what autumn left behind
Pinecones, leaves and acorns frozen in ice
I saw a boat parked in a yard nearby
As my mind thought about summer again
Then, everything will be better too
Heidi Sands
1/14/20
Categories:
pinecones, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Written: October 22, 2023 For Brian Stand Contest
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Lonesome
gorgeous tree
almost standing straight
I discovered the splendor there
decorative branches is wonderful
can the candied sticks be in a pristine state?
seems as if an old sled had demise standby
there is a slouched spiritual book on the table
a little light-weary
tie a vivid crimson bow
yet, loops let you feel loopy
the angels' wing plumes fluttered
the beard on saint was blown haywire
teddy bear lays on his side after chasing pooh
a blue drum, afar of perch, flips in on its thin legs
the rocking horse doesn't rock just crouches in place
the lighthouse appears
extremely out of the setting
the moon tipped over on its side
an inside-the-tree-flying reindeer as well
It seems the pinecones are around to oust
saffron beads block the light from an elfin lamp
jack-in-the-box is positioned parallel to the facade
the nutcracker prince maintains there is a problem
the gingerbread man is gaunt in his standing position
the snowman lacks zest and lacks any sort of charisma
utterly, the reindeer fails to eventuate and to be in charge
gorgeous, isolated tree
Inching its way toward decay
bringing flawed beauty into the home
and a profound gratitude for everything I have
Categories:
pinecones, analogy, spiritual, tree,
Form:
Shape
A beautiful breeze touches the branches of the evergreen,
The branches come to life as if they were dancing.
The branches a gentle green,
Clusters of pinecones can be seen.
On a windy day the pinecones fall from the branches,
Falling gently on the green grass.
The pinecones have a delicate perfect structure,
When you view the pinecone.
Appears tree like,
As if God had painted the pinecones.
An exquisite pattern,
Simply for humans to enjoy.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
pinecones, nature
Form:
Free verse
it is time for us to spread our branches
we will stop being pushed down by detrimental winds and oppressive winter snow
our roots will dig deep into our soil and give us the strength to push upwards
we will reach for the sun, and when we reach the sun we will go beyond, and search for another galaxy
our trunks will start off as thin and bare
but just like every other good thing in this world, with time we will grow
our trunks will become thick and strong and will decorate themselves with pine needles, or maybe even an array of flowers
we will grow pinecones and our buds blossom into something beautiful
one day we will make up the most beautiful forest
but for now we will start small, we will plant the seeds of equality and nurture them with the water of temerity
m.r.
Categories:
pinecones, analogy, freedom, inspiration, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Two weeks of summer camping we spent
Helping mom and dad pitch the tent
Sweet memories of campfires and s'mores
Enjoying time in the great outdoors
Walking the trails on nature hikes
Around the campground riding our bikes
Sing alongs around the campfire
Hot cocoa and a kiss before we retire
Giggling 'cause we couldn't sleep
Telling each other secrets to keep
Rising to the smell of pancakes on the griddle
Searching for the right stick to whittle
Hunting the woods for little treasures
Pinecones,leaves and a couple of bird feathers
Go to the beach water splashing
Smiles for the camera we were flashing
Packing the car time to head home
Didn't want to leave we all groan
But we have memories of campfires and s'mores
Enjoying time in the great outdoors
- C.A.Saputo xoxo
Some of my fondest memories as a child were the two weeks we spent camping every summer! :)
Categories:
pinecones, childhood, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
A CHRISTMAS POEM
Scattered floors with scarlet wraps,
A sturdy, firm, Christmas tree.
The smell of pinecones fill the air
As I search for you and me.
I’m looking for you because
I believe in destiny and fate.
That I met you for a reason,
But the reason, it shall wait.
Through our sporadic discussions
And strange remarks,
And our insightful silences
And unique embarks,
I have discovered that you,
You are cognizant of almost everything.
And that to find you, all that must simply be done
Is to find an aura constantly varying.
And the reason why I search for me
Is the same as why I search for you.
Like how I’m still uncovering your character,
Because I’m doing it for me too.
Even though it’s not Thanksgiving,
I think Christmas is the perfect time
To say a simple thanks and let you know,
You have an incredible mind.
They say miracles happen when
A man rides in the sky,
But I think they happen every day,
Even though they pass us by.
It’s just that we don’t recognize
What kindness is until we see
what people do and say
and the people they could be.
Christmas isn’t special because
We get gifts or because someone was born.
It’s the laughter and feelings
Shared and unworn.
I’m searching for you because
I need to say these things,
Like how you’re atrociously amazing,
and tell you about the gifts you bring.
We’re always far out but we always come back
To a small and homey place.
I hear music, smell fresh made cookies,
See wreaths and hanging laces.
There are scattered floors with scarlet wraps
A sturdy, firm Christmas tree.
The smell of pinecone fills the air,
As I search for you and me.
Categories:
pinecones, appreciation, care, change, christmas,
Form:
ABC
Oh Great Woman of all Nature
Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
The golden, moon bathed Sands
that are gently caressed
by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
Your moist, emerald green hills
filled with enchanting, lovely flowers
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image
so deep within my mind
All your violet-blue endless horizons
Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
in your glorious skies of cerulean blue
Categories:
pinecones, adventure, devotion, growing up,
Form:
Prose Poetry
At the top of the stairs there's a musty room
Full of curiosities weird and rare:
Seashells,
Hummingbird nest,
A globe of all the world,
A two-headed snake kept in a jar,
Newspapers from near and far,
Pinecones,
Octopus,
Drawers and drawers of butterflies,
A fossil rock,
Radio,
An ancient arrowhead,
Many, many books are there, just waiting to be read,
A portrait of a woman fair, his sister, I believe,
And up above your head you'll see
A swooping hawk--it's taxidermy.
Inspired by "Big Daddy" Edd Ingram's collection
27 August 2017
Categories:
pinecones, books, education, family, nature,
Form:
List
Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they will collect more pine seeds & stock up ahead of time
Atop a decorative table a basket of pinecones sit festive and clean
No resin to speak of no brittle edge left, from the forest of dreams
A little girl with a tub full of glue stickied and sparkled until two
Til' a pinecone flew out of the pile and yelled, "Tell me, what is new! "
They talked for a while then, she hopped into bed;
Santa arrives with a jolly old bounce, leaving a doll with a flounce
Down in the valley the lumberjacks cut, but up in the Country their sought
Thank God for the pinecones that talk and for those that do not
Its gonna be a long cold winter so "wear your winter mitts"
says the pinecone to a Jolly Santa, who jiggles and jangles
then laughs with a tickling fit...
Atop a decoartive table the pinecones arranged all with shine,
ready for a Christmas of love, that arrives just on time.
Categories:
pinecones, appreciation, christmas,
Form:
Free verse