Tree Personification Poems

As I sit in my earthly womb reposed
Unflowered in a crib that will be my future bed
Whilst being exposed to elements retorts
That oft rain their...

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rough exterior
fissures of hard living etched
bark of an old tree...

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I was loving the sun, 
Not consciously doing anything
My gourds hanging sweetly,
Too big to move much
Dancing with internal mirth 
Because I was being picked today
It...

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My Old Companion

Once you arched where children play,
Heard the laughter and slapping of tether balls;
Roads made of sand with little boy sounds
A long time ago.

You...

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She could have hardened her heart to Love,
Her list of disappointments would have hardened lesser hearts,
Instead she cloaked herself with Love,
Enough to keep out the...

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If I had a choice, I would be a green boomslang.
Reposing in a warm African tree,
 surveying zebras and elephants.

My back would be plastered with...

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I was all wet at first tumbling down
A tear from a cloud
It was getting cold but then I saw
A snowflake falling by me

My arms and...

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Greeting the day's offerings, we cat souls 
Were watching for scampering voles and moles.
Five vigilant cousins and I, perched up high,
watching the sun rise in...

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They brought me out of storage today a day late.
Christmas was yesterday.
I am not giddy, not happy, not optimistic because usually
I get to be revered...

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Being a God-blessed Coffee tree
I have a privilege status in my country
Aside from being functionally free
I’m sought-out as Christmas fixture for December glee.

This year, I’m...

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My Christmas tree in sparkling dress
stands in my window to impress.
She smiles at all the passersby.
She waves hello.  She is not shy.

She winks at...

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O
Christmas tree ho hum.
Its scented needles unfurled.
The trunk plopped down and watered.
She sits, oh so still, like a good girl should.
Days and days later, she’s...

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I'm a park bench put here for people's well being.               ...

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The hustling leaves of summer
are but fallen rustle-fodder.
Edges gnarled, backs snapped, sap dried,
pride crushed to dust
beneath crass, ceaseless feet.

Still I remain, wind-whipped
Stripped and flayed, ably...

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A rainbow bark?
Here in the dark?
Oh, my yes,
You should see her dress!
 
Maroons and green,
Outed by the queen,
Orange and reds,
Shown as she sheds.
 
Rainbow Eucalyptus,
Seeing...

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High mountains fell with the crumples, 
Back from The rumble 
That dark cave: 
before the lad had journeyed 
To the hill, mountains high
From hanging on...

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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoebox.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On a...

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I am the prettiest tarantula in the Caribbean Sea
My web is the most intricate of my kind, a cone in a tree.
When I get larger...

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Thoughts of an Old Elm Tree

I am tired, oh, so tired,
My dried brown leaves are falling,
I am losing my looks before my time,
In the hot...

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Powerful Tiger
By: Elicia Spike/Jenson
6/27/2018
 

Full of stripes.
Big and strong.
Biggest cat can’t go wrong.
Two colors can come and go.
Blue eye white, or brown eye orange gold.
Beautiful...

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