Canopy Poems - Poems about Canopy

One of my favorite places to be is my bench swing with a canopy I swing and float in the air Problems don't exist, they are no-where My swing, faces the backyard and beyond Sometimes rain puddles in the field, a pond A train of clouds often travel the open sky I lift my feet, while I watch them go by The...

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Sparkling behind your smeyes Unmined orange diamond lies Burning in opulent grace Ashes left; in them hearts I trace Is that a glint in your eyes? You do know they're absolute fire? I'm an insect, drawn to my funeral pyre. There's much joy in being burned by their love. They are only eloquence; wordless yet articulate Raking the colors to set a blaze of...

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glittering fireflies chirruped a passionate verse as I waited for beloved with trembling heart under canopy of stars...

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"Autumn knows a mother's heart. It gives and then lets go."~ Angie Weiland-Crosby How proudly she stood, surmounting the tallest hill, a blazing maple tree whose limbs spread far and wide. In Summer, her green leaves swayed upon soft breezes, but Autumn painted them shades of crimson and rust. A burnished canopy, gilded by golden rays of the sun. Ruffled...

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A colorful breeze of falling leaves Under the canopy of tall trees The sky is clear and picturesque Unusually beautiful blue blessed Making lovers of fall so happy Now embracing autumn laughing...

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Poem on Sloth and Nature Throws itself around on its tail, Trees wrapped between its globe, Shallow pools reflect in repeat It’s all it sees now, Dried up meadows, During the summer rays, The trees cool off, Humid air rises on, Delicate branches, Made just for itself, To wrap around, And hang upside down, Its world is all that it sees, The trees between each...

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Under the Moonlit Canopy of Forgotten Dreams, I drift through corridors where shadows whisper the untold, You, my dear man, a phantom presence within, A figure engraved in the fragile tapestry of my past. Oh, forgive the storms I summoned when you chose to depart, The anger that erupted, the threats that fractured our silence. I saw your gentle ways as...

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Under the canopy of stars, each a distant echo of an unfulfilled dream, I walk, my footsteps barely touching the earth, as if Terra herself fears the weight of my contemplation. I am the seeker of immortal dreams, the weaver of fragile hopes, In this sacred dance of light and shadow, where the soul meets its reflection. Oh, how...

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Beneath the night's canopy, the stars stretch out their shimmering silk, Over rooftops, trembling a dreamy blue. The moon, our gentle beacon, walks sadly among gardens, Guarding, perhaps, the dreams of the sleepers, in her divine silence. Midnight strikes, the late hour, the mystery begins to weave, I know that you, too, far away, in your night, cannot find rest. Your...

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Beneath the forest's canopy, the bluebells glimmer in quiver, Dancing on a carpet of blue, flowers that lead in the ether. A bass clef fluttering of nectar's verse, they open secret trails, And quietly, tiny creatures carve their path in the azure. Their scent, a hidden murmur, is a whispered echo from the sky, They envelop in dustings of blue,...

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“Light pervades us. It wants to embrace us. Gloom is its barricade.” - Quote_by poet In the hope of this light I walk, I'm not held by the night of yesterday, Neither am I saddled by the tempest...

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“Words speak volumes” even the few, or the one when chosen wisely – let us not confound quality with quantity – like an honest kiss on a barren cheek at the right time trumps a deluge of well rehearsed slobbering – greening trees blossoming meadows we share with all Nature bold and brilliant, scented fondness, breathe in and out exhaling blessed necessity – taking selflessly from one another enfolded, raptured within...

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Springtime crystal chill harmony with nature's eyes on champagne skies...

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" The forests are my bones " I find the beauty of shadows and shades beneath the canopy painted in dappled light from the glorious glowing spokes of a celestial sphere that creates an elegant twilight realm where my spirit is held captive by the warm arms of changing hues that comforts me in a quiet solitude of...

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