Glade Poems - Poems about Glade

Lantern of the Shadowed Glade In shadowed glades where spirits dwell, Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell. A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold, By tomes of old and tales untold. Carved with care by children’s hands, A toothy grin upon its face expands. Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes, Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise. On Halloween, beneath pewter beams, Wailing winds...

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It was a dark night- And I was awake, Frightened from the sight- Of a dark lake. The clock was ticking, The scary song it made, Along with the barking, In this wide forest glade. Sky was black, With no moon and stars, I wish I could go back, To the way everything was....

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Twig twists intersect then spread victory Receptors sprout cat waving paws Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary Lump eye timber columns...

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We took a path through yonder glade Beneath the mighty beechwood’s shade A clearing sparse where sunlight played Upon the moss where we once laid Our souls entwined in deep repose My love and I the place we chose To seal our love that summer day A promise kept till yesterday When I placed her in her resting place To wait for me to...

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The valley is hushed before daybreak, until the animals awake. Fawns snuggle for warmth against their mothers beneath leaves of aspen trees, dappled in dawn's pale light. In thicket and forest, dense with vines and shrubs, there is a lake with cascading waterfall where Mama Bear fishes for her hungry cubs. The sun has reached its zenith as a fireball. Flora are...

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We walked through fields of flaxen wheat Crossed country lanes and ancient stiles, We forded streams in joyous mood It seemed we walked for miles and miles. Way afar church bells rang out Calling the flock to come and pray, We listened to those plaintive peals And with lifted hearts went on our way. Through the woods we picked a path Which to us...

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in a quiet glade spotted fawn left by mama in circle of faith...

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gently touching hands strolling barefoot by a stream a timeless romance And the grass won't pay no mind. Written and performed by Neil Diamond. 9 / 2 / 2019....

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Dancing in the shade Of the celestial glade We're moonlit pioneers Who overcame our fears Bravery not knavery In a cosmic soup so savory Beauty is in crystalline flowers And monolithic towers Remove inhibition and take a tour And enjoy the universe's greatest score And realize after awhile Nothing is as beautiful as a smile And it might assuredly astound But that is where the universe is found True...

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REFLECTION I have often found respite on woodland walks. I listen, look, take every image as a point of view. On reflection, I think you do too. Often smells tell tales of what has been, flowers beckon, smell me, please. A rustle in the undergrowth, I've found a blackbird scratting, a grey squirrel nutting. The cooing...

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In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding, In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair, In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet, A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze...

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In a far off field are dark green blades growing and a lovely daisy nodding, In a far off meadow a king-cup stands there, with a yellow primrose so fair, In a far off glade there is green grass growing, there I will rest my feet, A warm bright sun shines in the sky and a warm breeze...

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The maidens face, fair and pure The Devils will, sinister and obscure She runs gracefully among the oleanders through the glade Deep below, evil lurks, above light begins to fade Darkness stretches across the land, spurring the young lady’s imagination Rushing to the surface, Satan hides behind her nervous elation Devious thoughts of goblins and witches dance through her mind He feeds...

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sun gilds the glade… ducks take a quiet respite nesting in tall reeds...

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Take me to the willows Pull my heart away Rest my spirit in the grass May I ever stay Beneath the sky so cloudless I rest here at the glade From my depth, I breath in Peace beneath the shade Battles filled with glory Hold less than they take Wash the feet so tattered Bathe me as I wake...

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