Best Woods Poems

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

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As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be...

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Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

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I stand alone in natures beauty,
     in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
  ...

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The woods were silent except for the shifting 
soft sounds of his hooves as they fell upon 
the forest floor. There he stood amid the...

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When fields gleam aureate and song birds sing
and transient stars in clusters scintillate,
when sweet perennials are coaxed by spring
to blossom forth, he comes with sprightly...

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oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

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Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;         ...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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To be at peace with myself again..


To ..

 Smell the scent of fresh-cut grass
 Hear the crunch of falling leaves
 Wear garlands of yellow daises
Feel...

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Parallel

Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy...

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Nature trail extends for miles
Surrounded by wetlands and lakes
Each step I take brings me closer
To an old plantation, where I climb the stiles

For it was...

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SUMMER’S END *

Down her meadow’s sweetness
By name of Summer’s End
This smallish thatch work cottage
With it’s proper artful sign
Hung at eaves with slightest tilt
By portal in...

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Drawn by subtle intuition
I follow a winding path
into the heart of the woods,
emerging in an open glade
where feeble sunlight falls
upon a moss covered wall.
Isomorphic intimacy...

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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost...

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