Best Willows Poems

This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote a long time ago and I thought I’d just put it out here in case anyone cared to read it....

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Sigh you wind whispering willows
Green sentinels of the ocean blue
Her feet edge no more the billows
Where canoes dock and salt sprays spew
Sigh for the loss of responsiblity
Sigh for the death of sensibility

See you not these cold, worn stones
That in their stoic composure stay
And water laps...

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Where willows sway in wintry woe
Sunrise shimmers on falling snow
While crimson dawn in scarlet rays
Glimmers the face of morning’s haze
As new day smiles on golden glow

On whirling winds white flurries blow
Autumn's remnants in frozen throe
While winter shudders frosted glaze
Where willows sway

Giggling blue streams struggle to...

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'Tis now known why the Willow weeps, 
a tragedy of love, its memory keeps.
For once a young man and young maid, 
on tender grass, beneath branches lay.
Though pledged by birth to another, 
from clans they hid, to be together.
Thus, the gentle Willow was their choice,...

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Ascending from a fertile earth
The graceful Willow flaunts it's birth
Toward the sky it's branches rise
Like skyrockets in disguise

Then bursting with a  rockets flare
Creating star bursts in the air,
They gently fall back toward  the ground
And weep without a sound


Bob Quigley
Sept 30, 2011

Dedicated to Andrea...

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Weeping willow tell me,
Why is it that you cry?
For is it that no ears can hear,
The stories that you sigh?

Weeping willow tell me,
Why do you hang your head?
What is it that your thinking,
That makes you bow with dread?

Weeping willow tell me,
What's in store for thee?
Can...

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Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is...

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my heart was a small glad sparrow
which soared on a sonnet’s dulcet breeze

there stood in a dark and dreadful forest -
not stooping for anything -
old oaks with leafless limbs

Old cold oaks, so rigid and stern,
a sparrow’s heart they would slay.
No lesson from them do I...

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Mankind in all his stupidity and greed is slowly destroying our beautiful earth, the warnings are there but he chooses to ignore them. 
Quote by poet. 


I sat down under the cool shade of some weeping willow trees,
a babbling brook flowed nearby and was so...

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The judge sent me to spend ten years in jail,
After a sweet talking lawyer saved my tail,
The wind which blows the soul of men from grave to grave,
Told me of your messages and reminded me of the pleasure we had those days,
They called me nuts...

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pendant green leaves weep
branches bend toward the ground-
peacocks prance and preen

peahens understand
bright blue-feathers fan out-
winds whisper secrets

grey frog croaks loudly 
willow canopy is home-
cottage red door opens...

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Pussy Willows

Among the wild cattails marsh,
Wetlands mire and morass harsh,
Pussy Willow buds appear
In warm grey fur chase off winter’s jeers.

Close to streams they sink deep roots
Laps up milk of streamlet’s fruits
Vernal purr of perfection
Sacred siren of Resurrection.

2-8-22
Contest: A Poem Crafted In the Various Lind30 by...

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By the willows,

   where the sun shone gazing,

   streaming through arbors hazed,

And apple-cider scents were fermenting,

   by a pasture where the tree-people play ----

   sits a cottage by the bay


Where the willows weep long to seeking love,

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Pussy willows are growing
                              By by a creek running free
      ...

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winter willows weep
along pond's edge~
otters Play...

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