Pine Poems - Poems about Pine

Blubber, don’t Bloober. Blibber, don’t Blabber. Nothing -- is Greater than Blue — fake Green and Its smell; Sharp Needles -- forever, to, Ever. Held In their long -- Immense Arms, full of Fake Cones. ...

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heart ~ a wild collage of gold-smeared skies pressed within oil-washed layers of breathing melancholy as leaves curled in cashmere greens trace condensed contours between ...

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In the deep spiked pine forests On a walk you forgot you took Snow up your knees Twenty feet away An enormous old house Not abandoned, smoke from the chimney Large windows, dark wood walls A forest castle here for you  To explore perhaps Eyes flash pink with sun light  Through the unlocked door  In the main hall Taste the dust  Ancient carvings everywhere A cough from upstairs There by...

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Adopted early after birth Replanted back into the earth From small to tall, a tiny root Withstanding all and resolute It whispered and it whistled Every wind song that it knew It's verdant needles bristled Glistening in frost and dew A friend to all both large and small Seeking refuge in it's shade To rest and recline, to the fresh smell of pine And a songbird...

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Never dying in the winter Just like the ones I knew But these ones are different Because the sky's are more blue They only make me think of you Dark shade of green matches your T-shirt And the brown matches your eyes And the pines never die Just like the thought of you in my mind...

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I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope. I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath As it patterns our legs, walking forest-roads. I love the spring, that washes snow away, Brings flowers, strong roots, fragile and pale- Seeming. I love the summer, storm-blaze Lazy lightning, theater of stars, golden corn That...

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Glistening, dazzling Whispering gentle Colorful ribbons Pines, sentimental Christmas miracles Lovely spirit Blessing our hearts Silent night heard Winds blowing hope Christmas bells Carols sung Merry souls Spices Winter Joy ...

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Formed from the sinew Of the twisted pine That bends to the wind On the mountainside In the summer glare And the winter snows Where the temper flares Where the temper cools – And in strength you grew In twists and knots On the alpine edge Of a thousand rocks - Sound of limb and lung And of sturdy foot For your Mother Earth Where you cling barefoot With...

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Gentle Creature Who calls you forth from beneath, the hung pine? Eyes of black coal, gentle swaying body, watching, curious, step forward. Spotted coat. Horn moles of bone, siblings brush past, play. You nuzzle the sweet grass. A twig snaps, ears flicker, you stop. A soft bleat, Mother's call. Back to the arms of the pine safe within the flora of green. A quick glance...

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I wait by the tallest green pine tree. I wait for him to set me free....

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Maple and Oak must to Fall obey. Shedding their leaves to colder winds, they die. The greenness of a Pine endures to stay, tall, living branches pointed to the sky. Gusty storms will test in every way. But the mighty Pine’s defense none can defy. 9/11/2024 ...

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A few scattered yellow wood cabins a swimming pool surrounded by pines a pier to fish from, a lake not to go in ‘cept for the stinkpots* and sailboats ...

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Let us steal away to meet beneath the pines Among the moss and lichen we will find Two bodies set aflame with souls entwined Coals smolder in your heart and you are mine Let us steal away to meet beside the shore Among the dunes and beach grass we’ll explore Two bodies that have scorched this sand before Waves break upon my...

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I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather I haint no spring chicken, ("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!") but in Summer re: long in tooth sexagenarian nostalgic for the following imagery evoked yesterday with very little effort (aside from sweat of my brow – just existing) June twenty second hazy, hot, and humid at least here within the environs...

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the motherly pine bares her claws, grabs and provides shelter from the cold...

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