Best Sequoias Poems
I walk on water. . .
I feel the coolness of the
Rolling waves splash
Beneath my feet.
I watch the sun sprinkle
Diamonds across the sea.
I float above the clouds
And feel the radiant warmth
Of the sun bless my body.
I feel the power of the wind
Caress or twist and break
Anything into submission.
I rise above the towering Alps—
Snow capped and pristine.
I enjoy a fragile flower sharing
The faint scent of heaven.
I know the Sequoias, ever growing.
I blend with verdant pastures and
Serene rolling hills in misty rain.
I know the secrets of the
Deep dark abyss.
I sense the moon’s tenderness
And share in her emotions.
I flow with the clever rivers
Seeking new exciting paths.
I form a rainbow in waterfalls.
I am free to be the wind, the earth,
The sea, when all you see is me.
© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
I am only inferring I am one with nature in this poem.
Categories:
sequoias, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
For This Is The Story, An Old Poet Sought Not To Miss
(Part One)
I've ate Eden's last apple, coveted Jason's* golden fleece
chained myself in caverns of darkness, begging no release
refused mighty crowns of power, fed myself painful feasts
crushed my beating heart, as if it were a ravenous beast.
I've tamed the lions of Serengeti, sailed around the Horn*
trekked unarmed, darkest jungles, where fiercest beasts are born
slain dragons with Sequoias, tossed Rock of Gibraltar*
walked in realms of Hades, spat upon its first altar.
I've outran Hermes*, sank my teeth deep into granite walls
sat beside Odin*, gave Thor's* first crown in Valhalla's* halls
wrestled mighty Minotaur*, its armored hide I ripped
stole the Nectar of the Gods*, laughed at them as I sipped.
I've shot Eurytus' bow*, killed Titans* with Heracles sword*
defeated dark Elf* armies, massacred Atilla's* first horde
swung Hammer of Hephaestus*, slept in Forest of Burzee*
trained Arminius army, taught them to show no mercy.
I've quenched Vesuvius fires, held lightning in my hand
flew bright skies over Asgard*, defended its precious homelands
swam with Undines*, feasted with beautiful Amphitrites*
fished with friend Ao Qin*, dragon king of the Southern Sea nights.
I've seen this world of fantasy, inked its splendor in words
sailed in its oceans of love and flown with magical birds
dreamed in its word-paradise and found true love's deepest kiss
for this is the story, an old poet sought not to miss.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme
original version written , March 9th, 1977
edited/updated today- August 9th , forty-one years later
Categories:
sequoias, creation, fantasy, hyperbole, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
Trees
Trees, trees, everywhere, and no one stops to think
What we may lose as all mankind nears a crucial brink.
When oaks and elms and other trees just simply cease to be,
Less Oxygen will be sent into the air we breathe.
Where will be the majesty of mighty cypress trees,
That pose in stately beauty for all the world to see?
What will be the price we pay if, someday, they’re all gone,
And we are left here breathless to, somehow, carry on?
The life of trees can be started by Mother Earth herself,
Or, sometimes, by some gardener in a pot upon a shelf.
Regardless, how they’re started, we need to wonder why
These beauties of creation are called upon to die.
Redwoods and sequoias that grace our western shore
Stand as mighty icons that we dare not ignore.
When left to die by nature’s plan I believe that you will see
They will outlive mortal man by at least a century.
To those who say God meant for man to use them as we need
I don’t believe He meant decisions to be governed by our greed.
I will not be labeled as a ‘tree hugger’ – not by any measure.
I’ll just continue speaking out for mankind’s silent treasure.
Written By John Posey
07/08/13
Categories:
sequoias, nature, tree, , western,
Form:
Rhyme
Fly birds, fly.
Flap your wings in unison. Long strides gliding on each other's whispering breaths.
Create whirlwinds so powerful as if blown from the lips of the almighty God.
Like an army of ships departing into the vast void of mystery known as the sea.
Malicious waves taller than sequoias will threaten our very lives, but we must fight.
Alluring sirens with mesmerizing songs will draw each of us to the brink, yet we put faith in our inner strength to move forward in life.
As Disney once put it, when you wish upon a star it makes no difference who you are.
Believe and thou shall succeed.
Get ready to skydive out of the dark tree hole we all know, into something greater known as the unknown.
Tiring as it may seem now, it all pays off in the end.
Muscles will build over muscles greater. We can only get stronger with time.
Others around us may fall back to earth.
Help those around you, keep them from descending, but never forget to pick your own self up again.
Our flock will fly on to the Heavens and never cease to exist.
Believe and thou shall succeed.
Categories:
sequoias, graduation,
Form:
Free verse
Winter
Black cloud enshroud blue horizon while migrating birds tweet their last goodbye
Arctic winds weigh down bare naked branches watching blinding storms streak by
Above forsaken lodge tower sequoias like sentinels safeguarding an empty citadel
Hungry bison scrapes damp earth for green grass then uncovers a nourishing well
Immaculate summits shed kaleidoscopic colors pondering the splendor of next fall
Snowflake encrusted serpentine rivers inside the path of an imminent frigid squall
Taking agile steps shivering wolves defend lives at stake to outfox predacious gun
Aging leaves tumble toward battered ground envying the sky waiting for the sun
Penned:
01/10/2018
12:37 P.M.
West Palm Beach, Florida
Categories:
sequoias, courage, life, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
shifting and swirling wind
biting cold
first light coming around the bend
illuminating each crevice and every fold
the kind of silence that makes a sound
lone bird on a branch
snow drifts by the pound
snow falling by happenstance
misty mountains revealed
herds slowly moving through the tree line
lit by the yawning morning sun shield
mountain mornings are one of a kind
trees coated in snow
all saplings and greenery lying doormat beneath the layers
not till' summer will they show
held in the clutches of winter's strong grip, quiet prayers
hips and spines hand crafted by the creator
silent, long since frozen creeks
views, there are none greater
lone, stalwart peaks
silent cathedrals of glistening light
grand columns amongst the cloud caps
granite faces of extraordinary might
white tipped tree caps
taciturn sequoias standing tall
guarding the valleys
and watching the glistening sprawl
among backwood alleys
Categories:
sequoias, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Some forests never fear the fury of March bending a tree,
their Redwoods and Giant Sequoias provide good shelter
from winds and storms that occasionally begin at sea;
in this woodland, the wood thrush and the blue warbler
have made their home and they're happy to see a wanderer...
when night descends all sounds are muffled by the loud cooing
of owls with fluorescent eyes that scare the black and gray crows;
they keep on watching the faint shadows similar to fog rising.
In the depths of the densest forest stands a brown limestone hut,
where the white-bearded keeper carries his Michigan ax to cut
wood for the evening fire to keep hungry bears and wolves away;
he searches for sweet blueberries and raspberries walking slowly,
he finds some ripe papaws he'll roast with a tender yellow perch
he caught in a small pound by the shade of a reddish-brown birch.
I met pale-faced Tom two summers ago, we bumped into each other
on a winding trail that led to an open meadow wilder and greener
than the ones turned arid from intense sunlight with a straight line;
he complained about his loneliness and the longing for sunshine.
" Stop by anytime, I can share my adventures gladly, you can write them
as the hunting images take me back to the days when I steered the helm
of a ship with agile hands into the turbulent oceans testing my strength:
I was called captain brave, not born in an age of such fragility and dearth. "
And Tom went on with his long and exciting narrative, I listened...
somehow embodying his intrepid spirit, " Look at your surroundings,
Nature is so generous, it offers us wonderful gifts and teaches us grit;
if we obey its laws, it won't turn against us, and under these shady trees
that protect me as they always do: I expect no frigid days, only mild days. "
Tom glanced at the cloudless sky of noon; it made him happy, not sad. "
Categories:
sequoias, adventure, beauty, courage, environment,
Form:
Narrative
Veiled amongst massive granite rock formations of El Capitan and half dome
Lies picturesque valley exhibiting numerous majestic waterfalls’ grand splendor
Thunderous cascades of gushing cold water bouncing happily over rocks
Attract explorers from all around sphere making them flabbergast
Dancing water droplets flickering like glitter in sun rays
Make visitors pause and amazed showing shimmering rainbow waves
Thrilling and exciting experiences of saturating misty trails
Soak audacious hikers casting enchanting shivering spells
Seeping and dribbling streams deviating through giant sequoias and pine forests
Enhance beauty in spectacular ways alongside gorgeous wildflower displays
Perseverance of strenuous hikes to waterfall base
Bring trekkers immense gratification at attainment
Miraculous effects of golden sunset light on mountain range
Illuminate tower of Half Dome in dazzling shades of red and orange
Small heard of deer resting in meadow watching traffic ways
Appear happy and content listening to nature’s tale
Tired visitors returning after long hikes and explorations of trails
Beam with smile filling their hearts with views of backdrops of cliffs and twilight sky pallet
Glimpses of Mother Nature’s many scenic wonders in the valley bring sacredness
To ones who feel her love and affection to the fullest
Categories:
sequoias, adventure, appreciation, april, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
"YOU CAN'T QUESTION HER"
you can't question her: the crow caws
when she wakes to fight the world.
she's vulnerable with a heart wrapped
in barbed wire,
walk in her country shoes,
you'll see the wear and tear is her life,
her country shoes are made of steel.
you can't question her: her arms swing.
her fists hit in defense,
her eyes are closed, teeth are shown,
she fights for more than truth.
you can't question her: her smile
is the guard of dreams.
her dreams dance and play
like children under the sun,
the fools laugh, judge and hate,
as her resilience weeds out the dead
spirited.
you can't question her: her fight
is the strength others carry,
her spirit is the standing of sequoias,
her purity is the snow on the first day of winter,
the crow caws when she wakes to fight the world.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-17-2016
Categories:
sequoias, animal, bird, dark, girl,
Form:
Free verse
She's sleeping now as I watch
her; angelic, innocent—most
importantly—happy.
How do I tell her? It's become a
type of obsession.
How do I tell her? My nights are
spent rearranging phrases;
hoping for a turn of events.
How do I look her in the eyes
and explain what freedom
means in our country?
"I'm sorry love," I sing to her
while she rests, “for bringing
you into the world already at the
bottom."
And she will grow, stretch like
the limbs of the great sequoias.
Her classes will be filled with
dreams and motivations. Reach
for the stars; you can achieve
anything, just warped, candy-
coated reflections of the
diminishing American Dream.
And when she grows she will
detest me—if only momentarily
—for my lack of social standing.
"Why does life have to be so
hard?" she will cry, her teenage
feet will stomp with more force
than they did as a child, and the
cheap clothes dressing her
ever-changing body will be
nothing more than a reminder.
They will be nothing more than
a suffocating cage of fabric.
How do I tell her, I slaved to
climb the executive ladder, and
failed to get any higher?
"I'm so sorry; love, for not
representing the nation's elites,
but falling into the poverty of the
masses." I will whisper in
response to her distress.
I tried! I wanted to give you a
decent life; I wanted to give you
a head start for achievement!
The drive to succeed for her is
almost unbearable.
She's sleeping now as I watch
her; she only recently learned
how to walk.
Still, my nights are spent
stringing the thoughts and
words together; wishing our
lives were better; wishing that I
could shield her.
Soon, she will learn how small
her voice sounds in comparison
with the screams of the nation.
How do I tell her?
Instead,
I kiss her forehead, and tuck her
in.
Categories:
sequoias, baby, child, children, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
pines
fragrance
the woodland
with their rugged
air is crammed with a pungent aroma
Branches of redwoods arching to the skies
like the cleansed breath
Knotted stems
unspoiled
Grows.
A Tetractys poem is a form of poetry consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20)
Written: January 3, 2022
Categories:
sequoias, analogy, encouraging, inspirational, tree,
Form:
Tetractys
Us humans are delusional, in believing that we are the most superior
species than the rest of Earth's inhabitants. We are absolutely wrong!
We Exist
We exist and with fragmented knowledge proclaim
Power that bestows life most insouciantly measure
Beneath bones desires flourish inside a tumultuous
Paradise nurturing addiction and corporeal pleasure
Any notable achievements in no way measure up to
Towering ancient sequoias blind eyes must treasure
Pterodactyls soared first however mankind callously
Utilizes deceptions to shield indelible lies and failure
We exist and affirm that evolution manipulates form
Breathing or frozen designed with a magical process
Considering last Earth dragons significantly primeval
Man still heralds his species the apex amongst races
Creatures pervaded with such a narcissistic obsession
Convey and define this very biased principle pointless
Relinquish the crown and abandon a tyrannical stance
Or inexorably descend to the void of meaninglessness
Penned: Year 2009
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Categories:
sequoias, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
If that’s what it takes
An ocean I will give
If kisses were water
Sequoias I will give
If hugs were trees
The Milky Way I will give
If you needed milk
All nine I will give
If you wanted a planet
A galaxy I will give
If you wanted a star
All that and more
I will give
If that’s what it takes
To bring Mari back
For she truly is missed by all
She is missed by me.
Categories:
sequoias, miss you, sister,
Form:
Free verse
Morning On The Mountain
Glowing cathedral spires of the gold mountain range
Rising with the sun above the reflective ice lake
Between deep green sequoias tops
Passed, and down below the pine needled path
Stretching on thin rust colored winding road to those still sleeping
This bundled feast that feeds the eyes and feelings
Greeting the morning explorers grasping
Waking, on the new dawned day
Yawning men with their warm breath turned instantly to mist
Lifting in a cloud of thick steam, as it passed their lips to speak
Frozen temperatures on their exposed encampment
Reminding them more cold is yet to come before they reach the summit
They were engineered to climb the mountain
It’s in their DNA
They climb it because it’s there
It is their living and their livelihood
The trees can only watch
And wish they could
Categories:
sequoias, adventure, desire, identity, men,
Form:
Free verse
God equipped you to be that beacon in the thick of the storms-
For your light radiates from your soul at its appointed time.
The care in your eyes give peace to those in your presence-
The mighty sequoias are beneath your meek and small statue.
Frail yet precise arms possess the power to embrace the lost.
Mother..
Strength of your back raises those with no courage of their own-
Til your footsteps become weak and give way to the heavy load.
Yes, our Heavenly Fathers Grace and His Mercy both carried you-
You dear Mother are the fresh wind that blows in my new season.
When the thickness of despair almost takes my breath away.
Acknowledgement of Mother Maxwell
Categories:
sequoias, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse