Bonsai Poems - Poems about Bonsai

I have to come clean as I return to see your ashen corpse and dried leaves My survival became more important than yours but now I feel badly. Humans choose to love their own selves More than anyone they choose to love Don’t believe what they say in their poems I loved you because you would tempt...

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Puddles of green mist littered across the branches creating platforms ...

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I was as a tree seedling Trying to grow on a steep, stony mountainside Very little soil or moisture Sometimes the harsh wind blew in some dirt Infrequent rain barely quenched my thirst I grew no bigger than a bonsai Each day a struggle to keep my spirit alive I tried to help the creatures that came near me But I had too...

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Golden bonsai tree Supreme roots hold primeval Atop of stone....

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Bonsai is an art of cultivating miniature potted plants Away from the natural habitat and normal growth It's modified to create an art Its stems are twisted and turned It's roots are surfaced They can't stretch far It's leaves are trimmed They flourish mostly at the top An old plant usually looks like a young sapling And maybe a dwarf An artificial modification Appreciated and admired...

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Old man trains small tree bonsai...

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Two bonsai trees craving for clouds a few handfuls of rain spiky nuggets crying wine glass fasting salivas all might drench taking the wrench off the frontal lobe letting a sprout lift it's face calling lips on pointed treetops ______________________ 22 April 2022...

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I like to show up early He was always late. I planned my every move While he relied on fate. If I decided somethings wrong He would decide it's right. Like a willow I would sway Like a maple he stood strong. We pruned our likes and...

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O’ little Bonsai, looking elegant! Ah, you are quiescent! How do you feel when trimmed? Discontented for being slimmed? I feel a conscious impulse - carries Back to mother earth’s hands. I wished I would be a great bower, For passers-by and for birds a big tower. It’s not my silence, But sadness that cast on my face. Deprived of my original charm, And last as...

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with each breath I invite inner peace approaching with meditative intent manicure scissors in one hand zenlike harmony in my heart a passion for recreating micro landscapes it’s a labor of love aesthetics and patience defoliation wiring clamping and grafting tapering shaping with explicit precision twisted branches gnarly roots graceful symptoms of ageing pruning windswept replicas of effortless poetry in motion AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on...

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inside a great, shiny armor made with metals from everywhere resides a little, cute tree afraid of everything else. the questions from inside keeps him awake at night. how can he be so quiet, a heart so full of pride? letting the mind occupied and forgetting the heart so tired. the perfection of the silence makes him patient in suffering. his prayers only to God and nobody else...

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From a small little twig, grew a new seedling. A slim and straight pine tree..leaves needling. In evergreen make-up, it's branches spread. Impatient to rise high, to clouds overhead. But where is the woodland? Where is the snow? Roots searched restless..a ground ..lost long ago. A Bonsai Nursery.... fuzzied an occult vision, Weeding and feeding ..in precise incision. "Christmas is coming, what ...

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Bonsai You captivate me with the softness of your words. Intellectual thoughts let me see your truth. My heart beats faster inside your ozone. My Bonsai Princess; my sweet unknown. Only in your hands could I ever be brought to life. Only with you at my side would I ever need to fight, For I would protect you from all who would...

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Bonsai tree small On this desk top My thoughts grow tall As haiku stops Words run around To string plain say, Feel touchy grounds In light of day. Bonsai tree peaks Few inches high, Pruning now speaks Miniature sighs. Lovely this sight Of pedigree, In the clear light Haiku sets free. Bonsai insight Grace fragment splice, A warm delight Unfurls deep prize. Can you now see Beyond mere sight, That peace may be In flush of light. Abrupt the...

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You Texas Cuspidata! Not you, and not a curse: Taxus cuspidata, for Japanese Yew! So, don’t confuse a plant with the Ibex Ilex serrata – that’s Christmas Holly Or Japanese Winterberry Butterflies, butternuts, a Buttinsky? Shut your eyes, it’s Conocarpus erectus (Pastor here is only saying "Buttonwood" in Latin) Meanwhile in nature, the pines of Japan Are dwarfed like bottled thunder: Pinus thunbergiana The Christmas Spirit is...

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