Best Woodlands Poems

Haiku competition for Raul Moreno  (as per his photograph submitted)





Brambles cloaked with green
Spring sunlight gleams through the trees
Wood thrush in full song....

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A transcendental splendor in sepia hues,
spreads it’s woody arms across a nomadic river;
leaves of cinnamon and amber dog the landscape,
as long spectral limbs stretch to golden beams.
Here lay serenity, a breath of neutrality;
tranquility in verdigris-amber glow.
A spark of Gaia’s soul in copper caress
reflects upon the...

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piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting

balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing

piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold...

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Along the dampened and rutted way
The dew lay thick upon the clay
As sunshine broke the morning mist
The leaves still damp received God's kiss

A kaleidoscope of color
Greeted my every twist and turn
From the mighty towering oak
To the little emerald fern

For nestled neath this copse of trees
An...

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The shadows of English oaks
Are tracing the wind.
We enter the woodlands
Another world:
Away from the traffic and bustling roads

An ancient feeling it evokes:
Primal yet evolved
This is where we: the human race
Are from:
 the woodland!
Not from the paradise
As the holy books advocate!

The centuries old trees tall
And covered...

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there you are deep in the woodlands 
dancing where the fireflies abound 
no one would even know you're there 
if it wasn't for the baying of the hounds 

you sprinkle all your magic dust 
where it is needed most 
the garden is your favorite spot...

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(She opened the door to a Wolf holding Red Roses who said,
        "Your father is gone.  I bring the news.  He stumbled in the woods,
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hey there, poor, loud lost lout
before you stomp these woodlands
trample these wildflowers
use earbuds to block birdsong
thank the fairies or be cursed...

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This new town flat
Twenty years since
Our last stay here
Sad and forlorn


In the passage
Of time between
So much has changed
Yet still unchanged


Once we lived here
With happy strides
Near the causeway
North and remote


Woodlands new town
Is mellow now
Just an old town
Ageing surely


Our car ride brought
A flashback glimpse
Old corridors
Where sun streams...

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"I saw some road kill on my way over," she said.
She had a horse laugh. "Just a dumb raccoon," she added.
I leapt over the sink and slapped her, hard. 
Leaving my entire hand print on her cheek in pink.
Her prissy stuck-up lady face looked stunned.
She...

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Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.

a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul...

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The greens of the forest open my mind
tantalizing me with their well-kept secrets
wowing me with their varieties and textures
refreshing me with a shiny coolness not found
in concrete landscapes or graffiti-decorated 
boxcar yards.  Bringing with her loveliness 
side dishes of baby blue soft sky and...

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Our beautiful green trees
Covered huge swathes of land
Ancient mighty oaks were felled
Oblivious to the future
We broke the woodland's heart.

The greenwoods are compromised
Tree's realise their in trouble
Dangerous time's looming
Our forest friends are weary
Sap runs cold and leaves tremble.

Our hearts are also broken
Now we reap cost of...

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Nestled woodland, leaves on line,
   thick, straight, and curving.
Mounded upland, forms eternal,
   Rounded, angled, and yielding.

Circled valley, meadows, fields,
   shapes, and pathways winding.
Seasons quartered, warm and cool,
   rust and mustards flying.

Upward outward, textured daybreak,
   quiet...

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A beautiful house faerie asked a wood nymph if they could trade places for a day, if she could get freed.

Delighted wood nymph who thought the woodlands were boring by her 3rd year, rapidly agreed.

The beautiful darling house faerie loved the wild violets, the mushrooms,...

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