Best Wood Poems
In Strangler's WoodNote to contest sponsor: poet's name is mentioned at beginning
of the audio. Do not listen to audio portion if you wish not to
Know the author of this poem.
In forest's night, the trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow;
...
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Categories:
wood, death,
Form:
Rhyme
In Strangler's Wood - Tanka VersionAt a dead man’s throat
lies the rain drenched woolen scarf
that stifled his screams.
Cold Winds howl through decayed trees -
witnesses in the shadows....
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Categories:
wood, autumn, mystery, rain,
Form:
Tanka
The Wood NymphShe listens to the whispering of trees
and views the dance of wind on dew kissed leaves.
Surrounded by tall silhouettes, she sees
emerging patterns as each shadow weaves
the light that lingers on extended limbs.
Green arms reach up as if to glorify
the...
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Categories:
wood, fantasy, light,
Form:
Sonnet
Moonlight, Wood Island Light by Winslow Homerlight and dark are swallowed up
I watch it play out
total
and utter control
how can something so monstrous
be so beautiful?
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Categories:
wood, art,
Form:
Free verse
59 and Knocking WoodEight decades and a half "young" is my mom.
Nine years and half a century am I.
How quickly I have aged gives me a qualm,
but one good thing - I now CAN'T multiply!
And right behind my mom I'm following. . .
The white hairs keep appearing; it's...
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Categories:
wood, age, humorous,
Form:
Sonnet
Spirits In the WoodStanding all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush my cheeks.
Staying stalwart in meditation,
cones crinkling as puffs roll them
gently...
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Categories:
wood, death, earth, fantasy, sin,
Form:
Free verse
Wood EnvyHave I jealousy of my dear mate?
I don’t think I have any, but wait!
I sure wish I could pee
in the wood near a tree
like my husband does, standing up straight!
For Line Gauthier's Funny Limerick Contest...
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Categories:
wood, jealousy,
Form:
Limerick
Wood CarvingWood Carving
He sits there, not quite motionless, for
even the comfortable must alter their
perception occasionally, frozen stare
upon a craggy visage, tiny fox-like predator
eyes peering into your soul. “What are his
origins?” ask the bespectacled intellectuals.
“Who is he?” and “Why has he taken up
his unwelcome residence here?”...
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Categories:
wood, childhood, grandfather, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
New Never Is - Charles WoodNew never is...
(Charles Wood)
We are but voyeurs,
peering through the iris
of the painter’s eye’s recording
details of a scene
not meant for sharing,
when wealth and power
are kith and kin
of the common man,
and rank hath neither
meaning nor memory...
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Categories:
wood, love,
Form:
Free verse
A Humble Man - Charles WoodA humble man is what I am before you.
You see, I am not worthy to say…
“Sir, may I have your daughter’s hand,
But please yield to your wife’s pleas:
Calm down a while as I explain what’s deep in my heart.
Why deprive your daughter of a possible...
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Categories:
wood, love,
Form:
Free verse
Wood Fairies There Often PlayWood Fairies There Often Play
Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound
Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware
Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A...
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Categories:
wood, fairy, imagination, inspirational, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
Grant Wood: American Gothicstoic or mourning
in a time of depression
or keepers of secrets
with a hostile divide?
why daylit drawn curtains
made from fabric she's wearing
and 'mother-in-law's tongue'
on the porch to the side?
is the pitchfork that's upright
a symbol of darkness
that's repeated in lines
on the clothes, arch and face?
a tribute to values
in...
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Categories:
wood, america, farm, symbolism,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Wood Hills CreekWood Hills Creek
All is quaintly quiet on Wood Hills Creek
The day after Christmas a silence unique
No shaking hands or exchanging of smiles
Only symmetrical snow as it pleasantly piles
All is fractal frost on Wood Hills Creek
The air chilled and damp a barometer bleak
No warming of hands...
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Categories:
wood, christmas,
Form:
Quatrain
Where the Woods OpenThere's a path I always take
down to the river where the woods
are dressed down open
The light of the sky
doesn't shine in your eyes
but leads the way to redemption
I like to stand there for a moment
on the shortcut created by troubled feet
woven with wilderness bliss
and cigarettes...
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Categories:
wood, autumn, imagery, inspirational, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
At HalloweenAt Halloween
At Halloween, just a few nights ago,
I saw a sinister dark and tangled wood
Beside a town where two rivers flow.
Entering by hidden paths not...
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Categories:
wood, dark, halloween,
Form:
Villanelle