Best Willow Tree Poems
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 into the moonlit space
Where once we lay in our loving embrace
Weeping willows shall whistle in the glen,
As I lay silent with paper and pen
You left me, but I forgive you, again
The tree my witness, return to me, then....
We grow our roots beneath this willow tree
In sun and rain we will together be
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April 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and White Wolf
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 typhoid teems
since no one really cares it seems)
to die inside our toxic dreams
while ice caps melt and winter steams,
and all the air surrounding reeks
as children choke, for no one speaks
of fracking wells or oily leaks
(Big Brother's silenced all critiques!),
and rancid rains acidify
so woods no longer multiply
(for God so wills, we can't deny,
which is, of course, our alibi).
And as the deepest ocean fills
with plastic bags, and garbage spills
upon the plains, across the hills
and turns to poison dust that kills
wild dingo dogs and daffodils
which sink in swamps’ forsaken swills,
the mocking bird makes light and trills
(midst waning wails of whippoorwills)
"Behold the surreal scene that chills
and greet the dread that death distills!
You've had your day with all the frills
that brought the flood and final ills
that can't be cured with bitter pills
nor yet undone with further thrills
of profit gained that grinds and fills
dead desert sands with dollar bills."
EPILOGUE
Though swaddled still in infancy,
we feel we’ve reached our primacy
(aloof, though preaching piously,
disdaining deeds of decency)
and have no need of augury.
But in the pit of prophecy
the crucial questions seem to be:
“Is doom Earth’s fate, our destiny
to twist in tides of agony
destroying nature’s progeny
with no return a certainty
assured by death’s finality?”
and
”Should we plant a willow tree
to someday weep for you and me?”
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 not wanting to survive,
It will be sad to see an empty space
Till the new tree we plant that will take its place,
The weeping willow will definitely be gone
I am sure late at night you will hear its song,
Weeping and crying for all of us to hear
Because after all the roots are left that will shed its tears.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2010
Sitting under this Weeping Willow
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.
The special times I spent with my
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.
They're no longer here, God took
them to a better place, away from
me.
Mom said," If I ever leave, look for
me in the clouds my son, that's
where I'll always be."
Now I go through life wishing I had
spent more time with them.
Wishing, I could go back in time
and relive my life again.
On a beautiful sunny day when those
beautiful clouds roam free.
I see the outline of my Mother's face,
like she said, my Mother, Anais.
Down by the river a willow tree grows;
osiers sway gently as autumn breeze blows;
under its branches in peaceful repose,
lying on blanket with my sweetest Rose.
Watching the Martins soar high in the sky;
puffy white clouds that are drifting on by;
living the easy life nothing awry,
passing the day on a natural high.
Afternoon breeze gently blows through her hair;
green are her eyes and her cheeks soft and fair.
Whispers of love with each other we share;
tempting our passions this autumn affair.
Kisses that graciously dance ‘cross her lips;
pondering passions as our hearts eclipse.
Hands reaching gently encircle my hips;
pulling me closer, we’re losing our grips.
Hearts beating quickly too rapid to speak;
coming together as our passions peak;
lying on blanket so spent and so weak
‘neath the old willow tree down by the creek.
September 8, 2018
High upon that willow tree
That's where I wanna be
We just go together like that
Just you and me
Way up in that willow tree
I met you on that sunny day
When the clouds were far far away
I love it when you touch me that way
How you run your fingers through my hair
Love is so crazy good with you
And I really want to keep it that way
Weeping willow tree
Casting your summer leaves
Down with a brown chrunch
I was visiting the willow tree when I heard
your sweet voice call out to me with flair,
But the honeysuckle's aroma was so delightful
that it left me feeling for your call, without
care.
Let me visit the water's edge and speak
to the trees, for I am a part of nature even though
I am not dressed in forest leaves.
Let the birds sing amply and quite the loud voices
that empty me.
Along the path I want to walk and feel release,
the beauty of what nature has not lost, peace.
Here I will linger and visit still, because
I need it's ever loving heal.
Loving you is a blessing in this life but being
alone with nature, is also so very nice.
I was visiting the willow tree.
How oft we loved beneath a verdant weeping willow tree,
Your divine vibrant voice of soft tone whispering a dream,
How happy we were, as you rested your head on my knee,
Listening to migrant warblers composing songs and to
The rustle of fragrant leaves drooping down onto the stream.
How dulcet your hymns as you declared “I love you, I do.”
But time passed in such a quick tempo leaving us so old.
Barren branches of a willow tree die, it's life's old theme.
Thus, you died on me, and I feel lonely, restless and cold.
I yearn for death, but like the willow, life has its own scheme.
18 January 2021
POTD
Stones stand erect like sentries keeping guard
as I walk alone, with tear in my eye,
through this deserted cemetery yard.
In the back corner stands my father’s grave;
I sadly reminisce the days gone by,
and all the memories my mind does save.
Robbed by old age, my father’s mind was shut;
upper tree branches left to question why.
Strong and sturdy the lower branches, but
barren branches of a willow tree die.
June 11, 2018
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I used to imagine stepping off the shingles of my childhood home
Thought it might be poetic
To end it
Where it started
While perched there
Peaking over
Waiting for the wind to catch me right
I caught a glimpse of my old willow tree
My dad had planted it for me
I watched it grow
So slow
Still small now
Has so much left to go
I used to dream of climbing it one day
When it was big
And strong
And bright
I think one day I still might
Maybe life’s worth more
than my brains on the pavement
Maybe my life’s worth more
Under The Weeping Willow
I saw you when we were kids
Playing with blocks on the kindergarten floor
We grew up
You became a beauty
I became a geek
I never had the never had the nerve to talk to you
Then we met
Under the weeping willow down on the shores of the river
We met, we held hands and we kissed
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the love we both wanted
I proposed and we wed
Promising to share our lives from then on
Never to part
I saw the love in your eyes
The geek married the beauty
And the rest of our lives began
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We shared our vows
The rings shined on our finger
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the forever we both wanted
Our baby was born on a summer day
The sun was warm and the breeze gentle
She was named willow
And she smiled at the sun shining through the leaves
She loves her mother and father
All the love in the world could be seen in her eyes
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
We were the perfect family
A beautiful little girl with a future of love ahead
She brought pure happiness into our lives
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in happiness
We had found the family we both wanted
That winter the love of my life died
She went to sleep
She answered God's call
All her prayers would be answered
I am sure that she was welcomed to Heaven
And given a beautiful pair of wings
Under the weeping will down on the shores of the river
I laid her body to rest
A beautiful love that will last forever
She is smiling because she was loved
That old weeping willow shed its tears
The willow's tears that flowed in sadness
The love of my life was gone
A Weeping Willow Tree
I feel like a Weeping Willow Tree, a Weeping Willow Tree
See all my limbs swaying every which way to see
My beautiful sis has gone and left poetry soup
She's gone for good and found a Christian group
I feel like a Weeping Willow Tree, a Weeping Willow Tree
She keeps telling me she's much happier and so free
Evie has found her real niche in her life
She now is writing full force with no strife
I'm still feeling like A WEEPING WILLOW TREE.
04/13/2016
Down by the lake, planted magically nearby
Stands a sweet willow tree forty feet high.
The crystallized tree glitters so bright;
Bursting with colours of candy delights.
Children from all over visit each day
To gather and gaze the delicious array.
Circling the tree, they dance around;
Hand in hand, like a merry-go-round.
Their energy stirs such a powerful swirl,
Sending the branches into a twirl.
Dangling bonbons begin to fall;
Baskets are filled leaving nothing at all.
Twilight arrives with its colourful glow
And sugar filled blossoms begin to grow.
By morning the willow is flourished and sweet,
Ready for the day's visitors to greet!
by Ana Espinola Collins
A weeping willow is alone outside Was it happy I couldn’t decide Its trunk was thick and massively tall But its weeping leaves almost made it look small
It sat in the woods behind my house
Its only company was a small mouse
It seemed to whisper secret truths
About what it had seen through its youth
It’s been around longer than four generations
Being one of the oldest creations
My elders say mind what you do
Because if you don’t it’ll tell on you
It keeps a big watchful eye
On those who mess around and spy
I like to call it my hidden knight
That is as pure as any shinning light
If you sit beneath it you’ll hear its song
Making you feel as if you belong
You can watch its leaves sway
Dancing in its own special way
The day I hear this willow weep
I will feel my pain go down deep For this willow is a big friend of mine Who I hope will always be fine
So now I sit up in my room waiting for it to go dark soon I’m waiting for the sun to break free So I can say hello to the willow tree
written by my twin sister (Phoenix Szentesi) and I