Linden Poems - Poems about Linden

Unter den Linden I have a soft spot for the German language when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they had enormous horses and let me sit on top of one of them (looking up horses, I think they were Belgian draft horses) Since I was 5 years old at...

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Your smile on alleys with linden trees is like a moonlit nights under the shining stars. On the bench, in the park with summer flowers, I wish to embrace you near by my soul... Now, with white hair in my way to the starry sky in the moonlit, on alleys with linden trees with summer flowers I see lovers smiling and embracing one another ...and life goes on......

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O Linden Tree Were I a bee I’d buzz around you endlessly. Your perfume’s key, On street or lea, To lure with much intensity. But as for me, Sincerity Demands the truth, so golly gee, I’d love to see A linden tree With blossoms that are fragrance-free!...

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Sarajevo - UNDER A LINDEN TREE The morning lights and to another day a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay for longer than the blinking of your eye from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die through every ticking second where you are as dense and far away as any star you sit and let your life and time run...

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I yearn for every moment to be a delight For worry and stress to give way To endless days of leisurely respite From now until forever and ever Let me fear no more and have no need for hope Let me sit under a linden tree and just abide In the bliss of serene stillness. All rights released into Public...

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Sun beams down softly in a summer sky Towards the endless linen horizon following flock of geese falcon will fly The golden grains like essence of the soul will lie Opening is the Great Eye The Linden tree roars in the wind smell is sublime In wind transverses from divine counterbalance echo of time The honey, bees make from linden nectar...

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This was my Home where I Grew up many Moons ago. I Shared an Abundance of Great Memories at 133 Linden Drive in Fairmont, Minnesota. My Father, Mother, and Brother All Shared in my Growth and Joy. I Remember Swimming in the Lake, which was only a block away. I Remember Running down to the Lake and Jumping off...

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