Forest Poems - Poems about Forest

In a forest, or a pathless wood to venture ! ...

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on a forest trail warm wind whispers through the trees God and man commune...

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Returned to the wooded place I shed tears where speaking out loud without any fears had no shame or guilt attached to the spew birds deer fairies fae gathered by the few looking on from afar allowing my release so I can continue my self-healing in peace it was therapy for my soul without any pay evaluating how far I have come...

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In mystic forest, where human wisdom fades, A world of secrets, beyond our mortal shades. The forest whispers truths, we've yet to grasp, As ancient trees stand guard, with mysteries to clasp. A mahogany tree, tall and proud, Became the stage for a supernatural cloud. A sawman's blade, with intent to claim, Was halted by a voice, an old woman's refrain. The slap...

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dancing in the wind, a stillness rushing thoughts, tis’ mental illness? breaking through the peace in soft light gusts pause over the ghostly night songs awash with flowing feelings the hand of God, posing healings amazing love makes it alright gusts pause over the ghostly night trembling gusts of wonder and hope rustling over hearts so they’ll cope this music will surely excite gusts pause over...

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“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.” Henry David Thoreau **************************************************************** Global Warming what have we done for glaciers to melt so fast for forest fires to flare so often for tornadoes to rage so strongly for droughts to occur oft and anon for flash floods to recur time and again ...

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come, aaro, to where mist (hangs) between ancient t r e e s & light filters through ...

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Old Frost, with his woods dark and deep, Tried to teach squirrels rhythmic leap. They just ate his crumbs, And bumped their small bums, "Not poetry," he sighed, "just cheap keep!" ©bfa032225 ...

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I wandered, With hands brimming with illusion, And a patient vision Trailing after me. Its feet As though brushing the hem of the sky. I followed, It wandered slowly, Among the crickets, Whose chorus, once lost, lingered beyond the long sighs of a night, Left unsung in their song. In its shadow, A forest appeared— Abandoned by the sky’s embrace. Yet the clouds wept, Quiet in their mockery Of a pond that...

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I couldn't see her forest for her trees. I couldn't see her knickers for her knees. I couldn't see the lightening of her thunder, No! Nothing of her top and nothing from down under ~ though I pleaded with her to show it to me ~ please!...

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How did you get here, little one? You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks They are gray, tan, and ugly You are a misfit in the world of the unseen. You usually fit onto a rearview mirror of a car. I cannot see anyone wearing you as an eyepatch I doubt you fell off someone’s backpack. Wait a...

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The sun is shining in the fan It's a nice view, I'm drooling to eat Got to wake in the middle of the forest Various wild birds, woods, spiders everywhere Woke up early to see the sea of fog Sunrise through the fog like a dream The atmosphere is fresh too and ventilating Beside a river my tent is settled Far from the...

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I stand barefoot on the cold moss, the forest breathing around me, each leaf a whisper, each tree a silent witness to my thoughts. The earth beneath me is alive, its pulse steady, unhurried, a rhythm so pure it fills the spaces the city forgot to take care of. But then, a hum cuts through the stillness— a distant echo, the relentless thrum of engines and...

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The discarded dead find an unused beauty, an afterlife that curls, re births, tunnels and reshapes - a mulching of a former season's thin bones. Mortality buds from an emptiness long before the seed encloses it, a mottled mold unwinds death to life. See the genetics of the unseen, see the shedding and replenishing, a branching polymorphic architecture that constantly furrows and gardens the grave. A self-determined...

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Standing on dry leaves My boots is cracking every step Looking at boots print push behind The only imprint you see big in the middle Aside from this crackling sound Strong wind playing the leaves to and from Fanning my warm body to chilling effect This is what forest gives lungs a freebies Rejuvinate a heart that wearysome yesterday Remembering once more reviving youthful...

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