Best Willow Poems

                Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
                enchanting thee shall always be.
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A path strewn thick with ruddy-faced leaves
led to nowhere and everywhere in fantasies, 
our near-death rescue from boredom 
        come afternoon chores and homework pages 
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The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of...

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Evening gusts shall take away all my fear,
The stars will shine and fill my eyes with cheer,
The universe holds everything so dear
But you my love... How much I want you here

Lonely nights upon horizons I face,
To hold you again in this sacred place
I howl forlorn...

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carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach...

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Heavenly realm of the weeping willow,
Its eyes dare not shed a tear of sorrow.
Arms down, it stands, with solemn grace,
As the wind of rumor caresses its face.

Beneath its branches, green leaves sway,
As if to beckon life's display,
A silent observer, it stands strong,
Watching...

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'Willow Weep'

The willow
Tree
Is standing
There
Without a
Thought,
Without a 
Care.

Anchored deep
It hugs
The earth,
No hint
Of laughter
None of
Mirth.

It softly
Sways
In gentle
Breeze
That barely
Touches
Other trees.


With slender
Leaves
And branches
Long,
Its cooing
Now
A mournful
Song.

But why
So sad,
This stately
Tree
That stands
So tall,
And seems
So free.

What event
In ancient
Time
Now leads
Us to
Much metric
Rhyme,
Of weeping
Willows 
Crying softly,
Bearing sadness
Standing loftly.

A contradiction
This weeping
Tree,
That brings
Such joy
To you
And
Me....

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Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
to lie flat...

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tiny cotton paws
whispering into the wind~
catkins soft meow...

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Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when, soon, bald eagles cease to soar
and build their aeries nevermore,

and fish forsake polluted streams
(where sulfur swims and...

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Weeping Willow

The way your toes curl when you first wake up, yes I have been there to see this.
The way your nose wrinkles as you start to laugh, to this also I have been witness.
You twirl your hair and click your teeth when deep thoughts...

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The weeping willow is outside you see
Even though it is beautiful it wasn't meant to be,

Our willow is huge and hangs to the ground
When the wind blows you hear it all around,

It's beauty is timeless and very much alive
But, on a sad note it is...

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The weeping willow wept and withered.
Lovers swore their love, carving hearts.
Initials replaced her perfect bark. 
Pains of loves or lost loves embarked.
Each time young lovers sat beneath her bows,
She watched kissing and tender touches.
Then, out came the knife … OUCH!


44 words
5/20/2017
Written for ONE of FIVE-70...

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within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night

beneath the willow, i watch as it weeps
then cradle myself in its fragile limbs
'tis there that most forgotten memories seep
as the salty spray of...

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oo   weeping willow   oo
oo   why do you mourn so   oo
oo   laden with inconsolable sorrow   oo
oo   tears of woe overflowing in soft moonglow   oo
o  incognito on tiptoe to and...

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