Coppice Poems | Examples

Bastogne Winter

It is Christmas in a pine grove
Holding vigil in a foxhole
Not an atheist to be found
As artillery shakes the ground
The pines adorned with crystal flecks
And pinecones as ornaments
A cardinal in all its red
Sits atop Tannenbaum's crest
A piece of fruitcake would taste great
(The regifted and given treat)
Sgt. Kilmer's words to this novice
(As I take in this conus coppice)
"Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree"
A semblance of a Gospel decree
And the "evergreen" nature of the greenery
With these Christmas trees, alone
I open my "C-rats" in my foxhole
Then pen a letter home from Bastogne

Coppice Carpet

rainbowed ghosts
rustling underfoot 
each tells a story

Yonder

snow on distant hills
windy coppice
new stars twinkle

Song of Blackbird

all ears early morn'
notes clear from yonder coppice ~
blackbird plays it's flute



A Hiku Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 12/26/2022

Oranges

Oranges

Frost in Florida once, I planted an orange tree
among thousands of other orange trees in an orchard
when in Florida.
The coppice belongs to a friend of mine who invited 
me to plant the tree a day of wine and songs
remembering the old day when we lived in the Algarve.
I can pick out my orange tree among the mass of trees
simply because it is the most beautiful one.
Like in a pack of dogs, it’s easier to pick out your mutt
it has friendly eyes; we can also call it love.
My friend in Florida died, so did my canine; for my tree
I hope it survived the frost.

The Flying Scotsman

Big Ben strikes ten, depart Kings Cross.
Squeal of tight wheel, where lines criss-cross.
Clickety-clack. Clickety clack.
Now heading north-bound on fast track.

Leave city sprawl in grey and grime 
for now we're on East Coast mainline 
in rural space, expanse of green,
where all around, countryside scene.

My window view is flashing by,
too fast for focus of my eye.
Field after field, farming landscape.
Golden barley, bright yellow rape.

Wood with coppice, hedge and hawthorn.
Few grazing sheep looking forlorn.
On steep hillside, deserted farm,
red-brick decay falling down barn. 

Whistle warning, speed through stations, 
each one gone in just two seconds.
Now reach Yorkshire where engine built.
Accelerating to full tilt.

Non-stop on straight, all clear ahead.
And now we hit the full hundred.
Still at top speed and close to coast.
Through industry, of the North East.

Now parallel to Roman road, 
to Edinburgh with full payload.
We're nearly there and right on time.
Now slowing down for station line.

Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack.
Over the points to platform track.
Arrive on time in the city, 
the clock showing just six thirty.

Naked Tree

Beneath a desolate sky
Intricate simplicity,
Richness of colours in fall
A coppice carpet.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020

Amid Falling Leaves

Amid falling leaves, 
     Beneath the rasping trees,
          Nature sounds
               A little groggy with sleep. 

Proud and defiant wind 
     Puffs its lips 
          Out with its bad- 
               Temper breath. 

Leaves tussle with a few laps 
     Around not touching the ground. 
          A wink of Autumn amorous 
               Sweep through the coppice. 

Novice is the breeze 
     Alone reaching then 
          Once, twice, and thrice 
               Refusing to meet rustle shadows.   

Who can resist the deep, 
     Natural colors of deep earthy
          Toning melodic colors
               And green display?  

Caramel, lemon, crimson,
     And dark chocolate hues 
          Against a spectrum of light 
               And  freshen air of sweetness.

7/27/2020

Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 - Free Verse 3 - Poetry Contest
1. Amid Falling Leaves
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Breezing Trees Heard the Whispers of Leaves

Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace 
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss. 
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts 
Castle walls for access to the filter 
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.  
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic 
Mistral wind, alongside natures lactic, 
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering.
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering 
In its grandeur, brandish securities. 
Ought they, beget these magical beauties, 
Crows radiant mid-night impudent thieves,
Where breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves.


4/17/2020

Poetry Contest:  Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit 
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye
Sponsored by: Silent One

Romantic Moon

beneath dusk twilight
briskness of the night
off a bumpy quiet foot
path, deeper into
root of virgin forest
towards narrow a patch.

breathless, beneath
thick mixed coppice
nightingales croon,
nature sleeps.

moon views with romantic
pleasure upon scintillating
obsidian hue lake.

natures breath held
briefest of hesitations
fish breaks the surface
ripples sweep swirling
beyond the lake
swept away in darkness.

lovers in a canoe
enthralled by sensation
of nostalgic moon.


2/16/2020

Lordism

tree's outstretch hand, pines 
life in peace beneath coppice 
smoke rise from the vale


11/18/2019

Nature

Gray hills of impenetrable coppice draw down clouds in misty rain.
Limbs and leaves weigh down with invited teardrops that keeps their soul alive.
Forest floor whose dress adorn with verdant ferns, shrubs, and young trees.
Picturesque waterfall's resounding clamor rushes forth in abundance
and streams upon an outcrop of epiphytic moss draped rocks and woody roots.
A tree hollow speaks of creature’s footstep on land of encouraging beauty.


3/31/2019


Poetry Contest: Best free verse 2019' 
Sponsored By: John Hamilton

Save the Trees

Silent giants  oxygen machines
The lungs of mother nature
Wilderness  wonderlands
Coppice, copse, or just a stand
Thicket, timberland
Parks for playing hide and seek
Natures vast expanse
A land of plants and trees galore
A place of peace and quiet
Not a place for corporate greed
Poisoned water, acid rain
Tarmac covered over coat
Air pollution, choking smoke  
Brought to you by business folk
Politian’s cry false tears
And pledge to save the sacred trees
Spending money made of paper
How ironic 
Save the trees

Watchful Eyes

Cherry blossom blooms from delicate bough,
Trickling waters cascade into stream,
Columns of grass in thicket in growth,
Watchful eyes embrace from Selene.

Fluorescent beams flicker through leaves,
Dance and sway as they fall to earth,
Witness to all in intricate loom,
She watches life in thrive in birth.

She gazes down from empyrean,
Joyous to light it gives her delight,
Illuminates all in beauteous serene,
Shadow flickers hidden from sight.

Celestial wonder braces the sky,
Radiant glimmer through evergreen.
Forest of life under watchful eye,
Coppice shimmer in gleam.

Hazelnuts

The coppice forest
leaves 
burnished green and gold
whose tasty nuts
fall
like dainty
parasols
one for the squirrel
one for me.

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