Tree Metaphor Poems

There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.

There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor...

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Dream catchers chime in the wind,
like soft tones of a xylophone.
Melodic melancholic rain,
is free flowing,
but morning birds still arrive,
sitting on wet window sills,
singing about their...

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The tongue of the serpent speaks
Of forbidden fruit and lust
And the fruit of the tree is plucked
For the hand of man is weak

One bite of...

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Willow whispering quiet Willow Tree 
reaching towards the Sky hues color blue be
~ the heels of my Souls of my feet so planted deep
 as...

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Adorned in my sleepwear laying flat on my back on a mattress my vessel in a vessel my eyes open my mouth poised I say...

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Starting quite fragile, wet, bright and agile,
it met the first test of it’s life.
Death promptly flew down, pecked at the ground, 
a beak that glints...

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Poetry
secured in beauty …
carved high in a tree
Branches
spread and offer cover
of your history
Winter
comes and bares the promise
Spring will shade anew
Seasons
in the bark awaiting
— progeny to...

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Amidst silent morrow's plea,
I plant myself in the ruins,
of a clementine tree,
fusing to the roots,
under the carriage,
of life and death, 
her barks brittle,
sweet breath,
meeting mine,
in...

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The quotes say's kill them with kindness,
so you offer the most righteous kind of kindness you can,
And they take that kindness that you so carefully...

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silent trees are spoken quietly 
as they walk above ground
 leaves are covering filtering the air
 that I breathe
 maybe all they evolve branches
 massage...

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In the darkness
I ran into my grandmother’s room 
And clambered up into
The high, four poster bed. 

	Comforted by the
imprint of her body, 
I lay there...

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We were not doing well,
the chipmunk was excavating our front step,
nibbling away at our foundations.
The chipmuck was a metaphor.

The garden peach tree developed a blight,
the...

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LIVING BREATHING TREE-

soul standing tree bares
 roots ever so deep they plunge
scattered like a hand
~
digs deep in the land
buried in the heart of God
depth so...

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January’s trees,
unborn in freeze,
bare their branches,
ignore cold advances.
By the herald of spring,
my spirit shall learn to sing,
of cherry blossoms in bloom,
confetti I spiked with perfume.
Bridal...

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