Cypress Tree Poems - Poems about Cypress Tree

...I sleep to visit You in Your dreams, oh my Esteemed - a gauche novitiate, there like a Laureate You receive me to learn Your secrets, there wisdom is served like as one planted, ......Read the rest...

...Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. I perch upon the locked gate, awaiting the deepest hour of night. My abode is ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With noiseless step sweet memory comes and leads me gently through her twilight realms. What poet’s tune has ever sung or delicate pencil ever portrayed the encha......Read the rest...

...art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me!                                    vermillion sky, glowing sunshine, rose-branches waltzing, birds chirping melo......Read the rest...

...Luna’s image reflects on flat water; she smiles at her likeness and ripples softly quiver. Beneath the glinting surface another universe exists where subaqueous creatures live, busy in their nests......Read the rest...

...Author: Runping Chen In his mother’s eyes, The child is dragging her coat brim; On father’s broad shoulders, I am still weak and young. Today, the swallows are trying a fly While I am also ab......Read the rest...

..."And now I drink a toast to your coffin. May it be fashioned of lumber obtained from a hundred-year-old cypress tree whose seed will germinate this year." Rob Brezsny Refrain: And now ......Read the rest...

...LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest dined and danced, lived the Creole lady Madame LaLaurie. It ......Read the rest...

...My love do you remember when we met? At the Rubandikarya corner near the gigantic cypress tree, An old sport known for romance, Where lovers used to meet evening hours? And they would do their ro......Read the rest...

...Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone Play not a dirge when I am gone; light no candles, not even one. A treasured poem would be enough to mark my end when curtain’s drawn. Hold no sad wakes......Read the rest...

...Smoking crack in a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood with unfamiliar faces. The fear pouring out of my pours like the piss on the couch I'm sitting in coming from the numerous dogs and cats in this......Read the rest...

...The laggard flow of fresh water With scattered pads of green Tall blades of sawgrass stretch around the bank A lingering fog hovers Sun is trying to sneak through with its warm rays Liche......Read the rest...

...In the wee hours of the morning When the owls and imps were upon the marsh We would take our old pirogue and paddle into the darkness Our intent was to catch bullfrogs but anything was game We were ......Read the rest...

...The mist rises inches above the water An angel of silence holds back her tears. Cypress knees jerk And the egret slides silently through the mist The swamp is a sacred place. Inches of water hold a......Read the rest...

...I look up from the valley and I see the mountaintop. Up where the air is clearer and gentle breezes never stop. Where the eagle’s nest can be seen in a mighty cypress tree God’s awesome sp......Read the rest...