Best Spruce Poems
Red House and Spruce by Edvard Munch
Snug, in a blue bunting of hibernation,
Red cottage
In a clearing of indigo and ice spruce
That form ribs of protection from
From hues of ill winds,
As a leafless birch backbone
Spreads a protective circle,
Sentinels of secrets
Behind the hidden crimson door
When eventide’s crystal constellations
Of fallen cerulean white snows
Sleep in solitude
As Aurora lingers above ash and aspen
In glowing neon passion values
Sheltered scarlet hearth and heart
Slumbers in tones of a Nordic cradle song
And winsome memories of a mountain king
In snowfall’s language of winter
Of painted cobalt shadows
Surrounding a red house.
Categories:
spruce, blue, house, red, snow,
Form:
Ekphrasis
white keys of birch trees
black keys of spruces and pines -
music of twilight
8.20.2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
Categories:
spruce, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Silent lips, slightly curved upwards
Intense eyes like blue spruce, seem so cold
The fire glows and burns me with his smile
The fire bellows across my heart, an all consuming passion
When his slow southern drawl tickles my neck,
I am defenseless against his charms
Blue spruce is a blue green color, in case you don't know.
Categories:
spruce, husbandfire, blue, fire,
Form:
Romanticism
deciduous tree
limbs bristle in winter wind
ever green fortress
Categories:
spruce, nature
Form:
Haiku
I saw you up ahead
By yourself
Off to the side
In the still brown winter grass
Scales tightly woven
At the tip
Releasing only halfway
The nearest pinetree
Over 100 metres away
A Squirrel surely brought
You this far and gave up
Now you will survive
Among my family
Of Lake Superior
Rocks and driftwood
Abandoned birdnests
And other found
Forest orphans
Forever
Loved
02/22/17
Categories:
spruce, nature,
Form:
Personification
Blue Spruce Standing Tall
Clothed In Snow, Sky's Purest White
Shielding Life Beneath.
Categories:
spruce, nature, snow, tree,
Form:
Haiku
A young small spruce tree had grown
In the sprawling evergreen conifer forest
Once decided to celebrate Christmas alone
In an isolated hamlet that’s the nearest.
It then started to slowly walk on a faint track
In the Christmas eve hours of the cold night
With the blue moon shimmering on its back
Where the snowflakes fluttered, falling light.
At the thinned edge of the receding thicket
On the crumbling slopes of the rippling hill
An old house remotely hung, grimly isolated
The smokeless chimney on its top stood still.
Through the cracked house’s frosted window
The tree looked inside the room dark and cold
A little girl making a tree of creased paper it saw
For a green Christmas tree they couldn’t afford.
The small tree called the sad little girl to come out
They went together to the nearby freezing garden
She plucked the last flowers for the tree to decorate
The moon made snowflakes on the tree to glisten.
A star descended on the tree from the glowing sky
Finished the decoration sticking on its conical crown
Lending its sparkle to the little girl’s lightened eyes
They celebrated the Christmas they’d never known.
When for the girl bed time came her mother found
Her in deep sleep the fingers curled, smeared in glue
The paper tree in her arms, both lying on the ground
Her dream won't break, it would one day come true.
December 12, 2017.
Categories:
spruce, celebration, christmas, tree,
Form:
Personification
Colorado spruce
Towering eagles' aerie
Greets glorious dawn
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 Linda-Marie's "Flowers, Trees & Scrubs I Luv Haiku" Contest - August 2010
Categories:
spruce, nature
Form:
Haiku
Behind a gentle bark
and inside the timber
the nature is continuing to
hammering and creates a time clock
in a spruce-stem
and its high skin
around the body
gives me an idea
of an old trees silent struggle
for to continue its life.
Categories:
spruce, nature
Form:
Ode
Here be the descendents of potent fairies
glowing leaves , thistles sewn
Petals glimpse wan proof
Resplendent features garb of petals beings
Mortals said to have white mice
Small villages strange, By birch and spruce trees
Wooden pallidness, mist golden silvery hair blown
Greatest treasures Leshia
Souls who shall travel
Hidden in glens so thick
Howling dewiness,legends tell
Listen on the innocuous nigh
Categories:
spruce, time,
Form:
Free verse
I remember the ice storm
His extension cord, my warmth
I cried as fellow trees died
FOREVER, His Liege
As the whisper of the Wind
I have spoke with HIM often
Feeling his Sorrow and Pain
A Heart, torn apart
We have grown old Gracefully
Now and then he speaks to be
Says I’m a Beautiful Tree
Sweet Words, Come to me
Inspired by Russell Sivey for Sponsoring the Contest :
" Trees Everywhere " Thank-YOU Russell
Dedicated to a Laureate POET : "Russell Sivey"
Categories:
spruce, life, love, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
I’m here to tell a story
About my life of Glory
When I was just six foot tall
I was young and small
The log cabin below me
“Mother-in-law, Apartment”
Soon to be a sacred “Shrine”
“POETESS LENORE”
Although I’ve never met Her
At certain times of the day
The Sun glows around Lenore
HER Picture, HIS LIFE
To Be Cont.
Author’s Note : I have to stop here for a minute
I want to enter this in Russell Sivey’s Contest :
“Trees Everywhere”
I Dedicate this POEM and all Parts of this POEM to come,
To “Russell Sivey” for giving me such Great Inspiration
I HGarvey Daniel Esquire, Scribed this for the true Author :
“Blue Spruce”
Categories:
spruce, history, love, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Dying Blue Spruce Tree
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2017
Now that April has faded behind
the golden Sun of spring -
It leaves a sickle that time writhe
unforgiving -
Thou perpetrators cast shadows
leaving it's dark remnants,
to thou
limbs vernal youth;
clinging to branches parched, gone
brittle -
Summer will surely forsake thee -
to thy waterless rest!
Once thy mirrored a rose - alluring .....
captivating!
stands deceased -
Thy blue silver tone ascended to the
moon in the pale eyesight of the sky.
The living beauty of thy appeal -
now life deny.
Copyright (c)., Ken Jordan, 2017
Categories:
spruce, beauty, blue, death of
Form:
Verse
The spruce tree in the living-room was tall and beautiful,
Christmas with our relatives is celebrated and revered.
Reminders of a Christmas wedding to my husband Walter and the birth my
honorable sons Kirk and Erik,
Now Kirk is married to his lovely wife Jenn and they have two good children Maya and Merrick and live in British Columbia
Erik and Lisette had a beautiful Hawain wedding in Costa Rica,
They sent mother beautiful pictures, Erik looked very handsome and Lisette
his wife looked very beautiful.
Beautiful spruces seen by the lake , grew tall and with their branches extending,
Pine cones seen everywhere, to be gathered by friends.
The blue spruce is my favorite, we had a spruce on our lawn when I was young,
We planted spruces in the backyard of our parents' beautiful and elegant house.
They have grown to quite a height, and look majestic in the backyard of the house,
Spruces tell a story, happy days with our relatives and friends.
Going for walks with someone that you love at Christmas time,
The tree decorated with beautiful ornaments and Christmas lights.
Now I have an artificial spruce in my living-room, decorated nicely,
Stays there all year in praise of Christmas, there's a beautiful angel our
parents gave us.
The many Christmases we celebrated with our parents and grandparents,
They are all good memories, we treasure for years to come.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
spruce, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
I Grow, I Watch, and I Learn
An old man growing older
Less Likely to Live, then die
Tomorrows’ Sorrows
HIS LOVE floats o’re the Garden
HE Created, HE Enjoys :
I hear the sound of growing
Thank-YOU for YOUR Time
“I happened to be a Child”
When I heard, of YOUR demise
I ask myself “ FOREVER “
LOVE LENORE , ALWAYS??
Inspired by and Dedicated to “ Russell Sivey “
Categories:
spruce, history, life, love, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu