Best Treed Poems
To Daddy, Mama, Billy-Bro, Punky and Massachusetts....
Glazed, deep snow, virgin crunched under my aimless walk
as I idle rambled onward through a vacant, bare-treed park.
Sun was so high that its brightness flashed sparkling pastels.
Fleeting blue spots danced randomly and surrounded me
with images of us until old tears appeared and newly swelled.
In and out, snow to house, young you and me in tender years
of igloos, snowmen, skating, snow ball laughing and fighting,
in animal mittens Mama knitted and snow suits tightly snug.
On some far stage, I feel sure we are still close and at play,
but today I have no smile to curl, just winter’s bleak weight
from tons of missing and reminiscing for my ill, lost brother.
Climbing a hill covered in deep snow reminded me how thick
my own thoughts were sadness bogged, of love now long gone
that was once joyously caught and I swear that hill mocked me.
My legs moved on their own accord as memories of other hills
caught my heart and held it painfully, eloquently still-scored.
Looking up as though Daddy could see me, remember with me
the hand holding and hill rolling he showed me decades ago
as his delight from falling snow created and molded my own.
Years later it was my son’s hand he held, watching icicles melt
while from a distance I watched their silence spill laughter
and their sled fly hills, growing a bond now many winters gone.
At hills peak, I felt my aches that winter etched as pains’ crafter.
Memories where finality marks each season, hurt me most of all.
Categories:
treed, brother, childhood, dad, death,
Form:
Free verse
I am lost...
I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path
The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings
I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
(west)
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours
Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from walking
but it feels good,
the air is still and sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me
I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the distant horizon,
my mind lingers
as euphoria caresses me
in a panoramic utopia
I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am
witnessing right now
and finally realize
I am not lost at all…
I am found
Categories:
treed, beauty, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Adventures In Wonderland-Condensed Version
Alice
malice
Rabbit's
habit
"I'm late
can't wait"
tardy
lordy!
deep hole
took toll
she fell
oh well
found note
I quote,
"Drink me"
it's free
too big
took swig
she drank
then shrank
ate cake
mistake
Hatter
chatter
treed cat
too fat
March Hare
he's there
Red Queen
so mean
beguiled
poor child
from shakes
she wakes
it seemed
she dreamed
amends
tale ends
>>>>>>>>>
March 22nd, 2017
Jan Allison's Fabulous Fun Footles
Categories:
treed, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Small cobalt clouds on the horizon
As a dusty blue mist
Appears upon the top of trees
The sun gives all a pink kiss
Wondering is that the same jet
Streaking across the blue?
In the same place as yesterday
The red ball is not new
The doves, woodpecker, and red sun
Interact the same
A baying hound has something treed
No varmint has interchange
As the water sprinkler goes round
And the sun is higher
In the pine trees, life in morning
Comes alive, birds are fliers
Thank you, Father, for this new day
For the time to witness
Your creation, each second is
Different, and for your loving kindness
The sun has changed to clear light
It's illumination
Reveals the silhouettes of trees.
Soon heat will bring prostration
The poet longs for a revelation
Solutions for mankind
The only thing I see is in The Book
All man has to do is find
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: Matthew 7: 7
Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full. John 16:24
Jeremiah 29:13 “You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.”
Categories:
treed, america,
Form:
Rhyme
Treed in
the great lake can barely be seen
from the cabin the view
the least of its prized properties
Down a steep path
a small wooden platform
sits on the edge of the pebbled shore
The sweetest spot
When the lake is calm
when the swans come in
the booming steady beat of their wings
heard before seen
builds in depth and intensity
As sound waves lap
against the wall of trees
the layers converge
in a Cygnus Symphony
Passing
the music fades
03.24.19
Intensity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Categories:
treed, bird, music,
Form:
Free verse
In a lovely city, quiet and small.
That aroma of French coffee set me reeling.
With robins' wings casting lovely shadows on the wall.
And my lavender morning candle,flickered as crystals on the ceiling.
In this serene solitude,lingered memories of a golden childhood!
Those humid Chicago summers, blest by a most golden sun.
Trips to picnic in its great verdant,tall-treed woods.
Divine innocence in all its glory, wrapped in a ribbon of unforgettable fun!
Neighbors with whom we heartily dined and enjoyed.
Roller skating and crashing onto the cement, oh so hard!
We had red wagons to tote about our very precious toys.
And, evenings on lawn chairs, a starry Midwest sky,in breezy-cool green yards!
5/30/2022
Categories:
treed, chicago, kid, memory, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
Witches, owls, broomsticks, and bumble bees.
Peace signs, flower power, just a tease.
Princesses with crowns riding on their steed.
Steampunk Annie, rabbits, and bird so treed.
Gardens galore with flowers from every seed.
Mushroom houses and faeries, just what I need.
Dragons holding daisies, red hearts in the sky.
I am painting again. Can you hear my glad sigh?
Categories:
treed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
**Haiku**
bitter wind blows stout
pelting icy snow crystals….
cold winter’s harsh thoughts
**Senryu**
treed primate postures
like Indian totem pole….
new politician
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Natural and Beyond” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
Sept 22, 2011
Categories:
treed, nature,
Form:
Haiku
My dog can't no longer bark right
Slipped out last night got in a fight
Po' pup now jus' cries
Mebbe he treed a big ole coon
Or howlin' too loud to th' moon
Po' pup now jus' sighs
Categories:
treed, animal,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hope that day will come.
When I find you underneath the
Sun.
Waiting for me and a life that never
stops.
For Eternal love will always be
there.
And you will know that I care no
matter the troubles.
That even If death were to come, it
be with us a couple.
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hoping my family loves, and so do
my friends.
And that God may forgive for all my
sins.
Because when I am gone, let there
be not a tear shed.
But a laugh of remorse, and that you
treed lightly.
For I will sleep in peace tonight.
Categories:
treed, death, dream, god, happy,
Form:
Narrative
A nesting is but invaded
All nestlings abandoned
But ‘four’ eggs shelled?
Mother bird is gone
Many a tuft of feathers
Drying in the winds!
Broken twigs have bent
The nest will sit misshapen
Under treed branches above!
Mother overhead flees
Skyward tweeting call-back cries
A hungry snake waits!
Categories:
treed, bird,
Form:
Haiku
As the clear light rises higher
Illuminating fog
Humidity from Friday's rain.
Thicker down in the bog
Ole hound dog is baying a prey
He yelps for hours today
I don't understand how he sees
Even a squirrel at play
Ole hound dog uses his sense of smell
To get that squirrel treed
Then in the quietness I hear
Another dog answers his plead
The fog quite heavy in low places
The dove's coos vibrate on
There is something unsettling
Maybe not as active in tone
That hound is getting annoying
He needs a little nap
The roosters can hardly be heard
To bridge musical gap
The sound of a hummingbird is brief
As he seeks some flowers
Drink nectar to sate his appetite
Though no hibiscus bower
Hibiscus a delicious meal
Now bees come in burst or waves
To feed from begonias and moss
Their buzz is heard then fades
My hands are hurting as I write
Even with arthritis cream
Which does seem to ease the pain
Freedom only a dream
God grant me the insight to seek
The Great Physician, and not complain
Unlock my heart to the beauty here
And anchored in You remain.
2 Corinthians 4: 16 (NET) Therefore, we do not despair, but even if our physical body is wearing away, our inner person is being renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:14-16
Amplified Bible
14 knowing that He who raised the Lord Jesus will also raise us with Jesus and will present us [along] with you in His presence. 15 For all [these] things are for your sake, so that as [God’s remarkable, undeserved] grace reaches to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of [our great] God.
16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.
Written: July 2, 2022
Categories:
treed, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Another Advent of the Same Old Events
(Apropos December, 2016)
In this new season of Advent,
We still face
The same old weary events;
It’s still all about race.
Strange fruits lay rotting
Along the treed street;
We still can’t escape the spotting—
Wherever we go, justice we never meet.
Daily courts of law remain a mockery;
Our shaded lives still don’t matter—
In our modern share cropper democracy,
Equal justice is just idle chatter.
If to this you don’t really agree,
It’s evident—you don’t look like me.
Categories:
treed, allegory, america, analogy, black
Form:
Sonnet
< wind
howling
treed forest
echoes linger
songs
dance
one two
three and four
to me it's plain
square
Written By Katherine Stella 9/5/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Turn On The Lanterne
G.L. All
Categories:
treed, fantasy, imagination, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Lanterne
Note
(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)
Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin' grain.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Wer' ye wheeled aroon' all day in the snaw an' wind an' rain.
Yer tyre treed is bare noo an' has seen far better days.
You've been a mate tae many wi' the heevy loads you've raised.
Yer bolts an' axles aches an' pains are a burden o' yer past.
Manufactured in the 60s an' for sure wir built tae last.
After all yer toil an' efforts,the flickers gone noo fae yer flame.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Old wheelbarrow,a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Did you carry sand or rubble, did ye muck oot on the fairm?
Yer buckets lying twisted like a face that's had a batterin'.
As the rain hits aff your rusty hinge, i hear a pitter-patterin'.
Ye look like you've been there a while,as yon weeds make ye their home.
Wi' yer pal lyin' there down at yer side ,old flattened traffic cone.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life you came.
Your future's no' too bright but we all can say the same.
'Cause oor country's in a rut right noo and it's all hands to the pumps.
The pension age has risen and we're all doon in the dumps.
Old wheelbarrow i ponder,will i fix up yer old frame?
And work ye till you drop (again!) It's oor Governments main aim.
(Well done,good ascent! Pour yourself a wee whisky,now)
Categories:
treed, lifelife, life,
Form:
Rhyme