Oak Tree Poems - Poems about Oak Tree

strands of silver green Spanish moss draping from trees swaying in the breeze...

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The fox was the first one to see the potential of the oak tree He dug his tunnel, so he would be warm in the winter His place was cozy; he was away from the elements It was everything he wanted it to be and more. Bear had no idea fox had chosen this tree. He dug down into the...

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I am sitting under the old oak old tree whose roots and branches have withstood the test of time. I am sitting under the old oak tree with hard woody roots descend in into the deep and spirally arranged leaves, with lobed edges, and a nut that looked like an acorn, borne within a cup,...

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an old oak tree stands has seen many years and felt the wrath of seasons...

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The dogs were line up to pee On what was a special oak tree Frigid, but waited in line All thoughts had crossed their mind Peeing on the tree made them feel glee ...

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I cannot sleep so through the aperture I look, The crescent shining a marvellous bright The scenery as if straight out of a book, The sound of the crickets in the dead of the night, A stoic sound surrounding my house its calmness has disturbed my placidity For i am now on the look for its whereabouts My instincts guide me, a...

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I heard your cries late at night. I felt your pain through my veins. I was there to greet you rain or shine. I have been there since you were a lad, I watched as you and your siblings played and laughed. In the wind you could hear me sing, Through the rain you could...

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A gurgling brook Surrounded by large oak trees Flowers everywhere And a blanket for the ground Best picnic place ever found! ...

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Beneath the ancient oak tree's shade, Where wildflowers bloom and rivers wade, A lover waits, in quiet glade, For his dear lass, in sunlight bathed. The lark sings high in azure skies, Its song of love, pure and wise, Echoes the lover's heartfelt sighs, As he dreams of love's sweet prize. "O stay, sweet sun, in your golden cart, And delay the coming of...

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Green broccoli hills, Swaying daffodils. A tall tree of oak, Hedged by hawthore just like a cloak. The sparkling canal with a colourful barge, How do you steer something so long and so large. There's a wispy smoke trail, floating away in the sky, With a million leaves gently blowing by. The afternoon goes to evening, and the light begins to wane, Then tomorrow...

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A gnarled lone oak tree grew in the middle of voluminous nowhere, amidst vast stretches of citron corm fields, a by-product of an old man’s weird whim. It proved quite a memorable playground, For when I was small it was pure delight. Oh how I loved to climb up towards an azure sky feeling for sturdy branches, imbibing the smell of fresh-grown leaves. At times...

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Oak tree works her natural magic Doing her utmost best to spread joy Attempting to keep peace in the forest Oozing goodness through her root system The woods feel oak tree’s compassion and concern Gleaning her unconditional love from their roots Intertangled and aware, they begin to feel beloved Oak tree’s powerful message has permeated their souls....

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A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains, A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains. The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie, Simple in its English name, yet rich in its legacy. My lowly view, Navigating slippery slopes, salamanders in their hue. They dart in and out of holes, in the...

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The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes. Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes. The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town. Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown. The trolls were excited about the tree, and the next to move in. They brought a juiciness...

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The most defining moment of one's, Life is when you realize you thought, You had it all figured out. I see a lonely little flower thinking, How fragile all by itself. Yet she's very happy she gets all the sun. When it's windy you think, Oh no, she's going to get blown away. But no she's thinking I get to, Spread my leaves and, Throw...

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