Branches Poems - Poems about Branches

In the forest of stars where thoughts intertwine like eternal branches, The human imagination is born like a dragon from the mist of dreams, Transforming the earth into a canvas of colors flowing from the heart of the sky, In the ocean of the mind where desires ripple like waves of light, We do not surrender our crystal wings...

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Christ is Risen! whispers the wind through the branches of memory, The prayer of the blade of grass rises like a song of rebirth, And in every drop of dew, the sky lays down its ancient tale. In the depths of the forest where deer write their dreams with graceful flight, In the peach blossoms that rise like stars...

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I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins, like sunlight weaving through branches, casting warmth on cold earth. In shadows, I gathered light, each ray a promise, each beam a whisper filling spaces of despair. With hands outstretched, I became a...

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How I wish to be the bird that weaves dreams in the branches of time, silent, Fluttering butterfly wings around your aura, dancing in your light, To be the petal that feels your touch like a sunrise birthing the day, To be the moon with which you string words under the mantle of night, The tree where you hide...

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In the white night, the bare branches dance with the snowflakes, Whispering stories of dreams floating on the horizon, Fragile as mist, ready to disperse in the wind. My thoughts stumble, flowing like an uncharted river, Reminding me of a moment suspended in time, captured in a lens, A frozen memory of what could have been, what could become. In the...

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A Conifer A Blue Spruce Born from a cone Green leaves shaped like needles Inhale deep draughts carbon dioxide Provide places for wrens and chickadees to hide Sticky sap exuded from the bark leaves a fragrant scent Cones fall to the ground, the seeds of the next generation Brown branches support long strands of twinkling Christmas lights Gnarled Trunk With Bony Fingers Of Roots ...

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Two hearts intertwined. Branches merge into one tree, Families unite....

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In the mystery of the night, when stars sneak stealthily through the branches, nothing has changed, and the body, that ephemeral vessel, still knows how to weep, susceptible to pain, like a flower under the burden of cold, the sky hums its eternal song, and we, prisoners of breath, with thin skin and blood boiling beneath it, are but...

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Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school white summer dresses are folded away north winds caress us as evenings turn cool Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts broken branches, the scattering of leaves shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze Weather becomes our preoccupation ends talk of rioters,...

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On a tree Overcome by the scent of citrus Sitting on a branch plucking fruit With the rhythmic sound of grass below me The wind blowing the grass like waves Filling the air with musicality The blossoms Yellow and white With the possibility to be greater then buds Tightly closed but ready to open Offshoots of the bigger, stronger...

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

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springs fresh birch branches srtrong enough for fat squirrel eating an acorn...

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Thorns and prickles dangle at the root of the tree and the temperature is shouting at a hundred and seventy degree; destiny is baking a global cake and you have to get your slice before they close the big gate. He has been privileged from his youth and the secret is tucked in several layers...

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You'll find me under the stars Beneath the branches of a willow tree Longing for something That'll never be seen 2 parts slave 1 part free Forgotten by lovers Forgotten by me Wrapped in a blanket of roots and earth A pillow of twine No shoes Jeans and a shirt I'll wait for thee Beneath this willow tree In hopes You'll bring me A dream To...

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Asked the crowning Trees of their Grass rooting neighbors When you feel like singing while dancing are you more likely to invoke devotion to capitalism's competitions or compassion's cooperation? Responsive chords, amusing reeds and whistling thistles shyly reply When we feel most wealthy voiced and healthy choiced are we more likely to invest in red soiled cults of secular supremacy or green cultures of sacred communion? MotherTrees of crowning shade for their root...

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