Cedar Poems - Poems about Cedar

...My cedar tree Makes such beautiful Sounds, loud chirping Singing and crackling Sounds, because it’s filled with Visitors, from squirrels to All kinds of beautiful birds Singing their heart awa......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Attic room paint, musty gray-blue fallen stars, moon's silver hues fairytale clutter, brother’s treasure map ......Read the rest...

...Yes, I affirm, I have seen God But He appeared and then disappeared This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared—Unseeking Seeke......Read the rest...

...Strophe I Oh ancient cedar so grand, huge and wise In BC’s old growth glen;I. did encountered thee I sat beneath your trunk and asked advice ; I sensed the presence of the cedar tree II I ......Read the rest...

...No more Mothballs and cedar assault my nose The dust mites and stale air dry my throat A wardrobe that is just that The lion roars no more Neutered and robbed of his fire The l......Read the rest...

...I felt like a dwarf as I skipped through this forest. Though there was a path, the trees were intimidating. Nothing we find in the Midwest. Pine, fir, red cedar, spruce, adler, mountain hemlock. ......Read the rest...

.... This Iz the finest time In the bard'z Life When the pretty her ......Read the rest...

...Born December 5, 1961, blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds, eyes of the bluest baby innocence. Remember the 1960's brother, Massapequa proud, Long Island. Our Cedar Street, lined once with what ......Read the rest...

...Old newspaper clippings as they hang on the wall my old toys stored in the cedar chest the color of skin as we work together my two dogs and cat chasing each other my ink gliding acro......Read the rest...

...With no specific tone or direction. And , than suddenly: Whoomp! the tone began to change it devloped into a"whoomping groove" it's beleived to dereive from Pickett the lyrics said early one mo......Read the rest...

...In the temple of silence where you mourn your absence, The walls dance in shadows of bitterness, Chalices of dreams shatter with resistance, In search of the eternal flame of the altar. Not even ......Read the rest...

...He Lived: Excerpts from “Gilgamesh” loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I. He who visited hell, his country’s foundation, Was well-versed in mysteries’ unseemly dark places. H......Read the rest...

... He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wh......Read the rest...

... Our family gatherings have always been filled with nostalgic glimpses into a much simpler life. A life shown to us young’uns through the many stories that would always be told of an old shack hidde......Read the rest...

...My mind and heart roam, like a cloud, gales, and breezes. As part of the Brahma, like stardust, I'm spread and shattered In the nerves of the leaves, in the flower scent that pleases Like divine a......Read the rest...