Coniferous Poems - Poems about Coniferous

...Jack Horner was an impish little boy, who lived on Cherry Orchard farm; That produced varieties of fruit. For a mellowing sun, kept groves warm. The Horners had always been a serious set-......

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...Failed humans The forest he traveled had many paths  there was always something new to see like a white tree that once wanted to be the tallest one in the forest, but hubris  had made it to lo......

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...As I walk around the cottage nestled at the river’s edge, I am greeted by the splendor of nature. The river gushes through the rocky bed as its roar echoes through the valley. I sit in awe watching ......

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... This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uplo......

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...In a vehicle, once more this month. Though not going as far as the palm trees, my stomach’s lurching left and right. The baby’s alright! He coos from time to time as we weave through lovely soil and ......

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...Embracing the countryside Made some ecstatic and glee But one feature in particular Was that old coniferous tree ‘Conifer,’ a Latin word Means one that bears a cone But did Nero study the ......

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... Written: December 28, 2023 ______________________________________ flounder in fictional field —squeals and squeaks Whimpers and growls Sylphic swaying, of flames spewing......

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...unsuccessful humanness The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest but hubr......

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...Canadian Autumn Forests of old and new growth in constant turmoil Are held upright by root systems filtering the soil. Trees and saplings stretch upward in the wilderness To absorb the s......

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...The cascading contours of the verdant mountain slope hold me, an upstanding cone of jade coniferous pine, gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of snow, turned to mirror flakes by the sun of dawn.......

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...If you were a color you would be dark green. Not a musty or dusty dark green, But a comforting rich dark green. The type of green that smells like the calm before a much needed storm. The type of......

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...I was once told a story, of the wee folk of Bensham Bog; they live in carved mushroom houses that are shaped like bullfrogs and they ensure the survival of creatures there. They travel in petrifie......

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...Aromatic coniferous forest housing fine tree soldiers Gorgeous scents and fragrances of pines and firs are calling Balsam fir, Colorado spruce, Northern white pine Each lovely in their own unique......

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...There’s an aged Eastern cedar tree not far from the steps of my back door. Enormous and quite old it harbors a full range of flora and fauna that have sought refuge amid its arms. I reckon it......

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...Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees by Eve Roper UNDER THE CANOPY Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay. F......

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