Best Stump Poems

 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

A metal rail now mocks the space

where a massive trunk once rose two hundred feet, 
and a long stairway, and a sign,and a doorway
 make up  ‘The Stump Hotel.’...

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Dr. Seuss wrote of a strong Lorax
Who tried to save Earth’s Truffula Trees
From a foolish “Onceler’s” hacking ax

The Lorax warnings disregarded
Onceler used up the trees’ resources
Now penniless and broken hearted

Onceler made quite a tearful, sad plea
Lorax took pity, bestowed a seed
One final hope for Truffula...

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Most of the fey were sleeping the day the tree stump came alive
She had the most glorious hair, and the prettiest smile.
She gathered woodland flowers and decorated herself.
A handful were silenced by her gorgeous transformation

Will she remain human or resume her life as a stump?
It...

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Here I sit on the stump, of a dead messmate gum,
where house-keeping is poor, for the cleansed human mind;
the dead is not buried, so the living survive.
I see the fine balance, in a world that’s unkind.

There is always the devil, that lurks out of sight,
to...

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I fell in love with a tree stump.
A quite curious stump was he.
No branches to thump.
No fall leaves to see.
But a very special stump was he.

There in the woods, other trees grew tall.
Swaying their limbs and leaves in the breeze.
But one special tree stump won...

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He really was as dumb as a tree stump
Carried all his weight in his big old rump
But I fell for his line
And made him all mine
'Cause he was as sweet as dear Forest Gump

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Along the fair road
On which I amble
I conceived this ode
In which love is ample

God bless this stump
Supporting the tree
That provided so much 
For our futurity

When counting its rings
There can be no doubt
About all the things
That tree brought about

For the pencil to compose
Cherished love letters
On paper...

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The stump on which I sit
Drawn to reverie each new day,
Today was wet with mist;
A trait of the mystery
Of dew on my stump.


All the tall grass
Around the foot so lovely
Like stockade in their dance.
With leaves fresh with dew,
My soul fortress of refuge.


This stump on which...

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It’s in the dictionary: disambiguate.
It reminds me of Bush’s misrememberate,
a word that always makes me hyperventilate
and sometimes even makes me discombobulate.
They’re words for those who want to circumambulate
proven facts. Politicians overcompensate

with sesquipedalians to overcompensate
for ideas they’d rather not disambiguate.
They also tiptoe as they circumambulate,
or say,...

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Some take checkers seriously, so do I.
I recorded my games without fail,
in the little park located close by.
Listen closely, you will like my tale.

Under the umbrella of an old live oak
sits a stump about chair seat high.
Not many things in this life evoke
such comforting tears...

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etched on a tree stump.
the carved memories of us
lasting through the years...

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My house sits at the end of the street;
The school bus stops here two times a day.
I watch the children gather and meet;
Remembering my kids that have moved away.

Years ago the old oak tree had to come down,
Leaving a large round stump in the ground;
A...

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MATTHEW SIX TEN STUMP

I picked up a new stump today
‘Twas cut from a giant pine tree
Matthew Six Ten is his name
His circles say he is about 93

Cut from the mid-section
Standing almost 16 inches tall
With the width of circumference
Being about 17 inches wide in all

The definition...

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Love stories are many written and directed
Usually all with ending life or with survive
It is my pleasure to extend the predefined
Love is expansible crossing all stories of time.

It is that moment when I myself realised
Sitting on the tree stump to create a delight
Considered an obstacle...

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Today I dressed and went out
for my daily roundabout
what started as a short jog
turned into a funny log.

I watched as she was worshipped
smelt, licked, never a day skipped
she was bathed in showers warm
from that bad dog's morning storm!

A proud thing, its head held high
enjoyed nibbles...

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