Pine Tree Poems - Poems about Pine Tree

Pine Tree

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

Our Family Vacation at Pine Tree Inn

    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   

March Sprite

Fragile pine sapling
Green rising from brittle leaves
Pure fringed refreshment

Tannenbaum

Here I grow, a handsome fir tree,
Standing upright within my wood;
An innocent, then let me be.

Where now I thrive for all to see,
Strobilus stemmed out of the bud;
Here I grow, a handsome fir tree.

Today I prosper, living free,
As streaming sap spawns my lifeblood;
An innocent, then let me be.

Forever green and wild are we,
My friends and

The Pigs and the Pine Tree

Once upon a time so very long ago,
I took my dogs out for a run not far from home and so,
I thought we would all be fine beneath the cooling shadows,
Of the trees and bushes as we ran past fields and fallow.

The forest was the place for us where we might see a deer,
And mayhap

The Pining Pine Tree

The Pining Pine Tree

The pining pine tree brings Christmas joy,
and then is discarded.

Chainsaw Poetry

Chainsaw Poetry
David J Walker

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The attraction of 
A curio crowd
Loud 
with big gulp glops of dripping
snow cones drops melting on the summer
mountain of a westbound sun
they have all come 
	to see me cut 
Poems out of Pine trees
And catch prose 
	In the breeze
Of a hot grease

She Wears a Pine Tree On Her Sweater

She wears a pine tree on her sweater,
her skirt is the green of the valley,
gray hair done up in long braids,
she is someone's grandma who
has seen a few miles as her wrinkles show,
a woman who has kept her glow.

She wears a pine tree on her sweater,
friends know that she enjoys the outdoors,
taking walks with her

The Desire of a Pine Tree

The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope
hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened snow,
turning to mirror of flakes, flushed by dawn’s yellow sun.

A coat of cinnabar I get as the crimson clouds pass me by
across the gleam of twilight sky to the chromatic

Young Pine Tree

A young pine has buried its needles in the wild grass,
Gradually it stands out of the thick basils in a mass.
No one realizes that it can pierce the clouds high,
And would praise its lofty goal until it reaches the sky.
(tran.)

Pine Tree Needles Ladybug Beetles

Pine Tree Needles,
And Ladybug Beetles,

Upon The Canvas Dwell.

To A Place Beyond,
With Birds In Song.

It's An Area Of Fun!

Pine Tree

Needles descending down
     Pine tree going bare
Bluebird builds her nest

Pine Tree

on friendly pine tree
lights diamonds or snowflakes
so pining to know

The Little Pine Tree's Wish

Not too long ago, in a forest so dense,
a pine tree shot up from a seedling that fell
between bigger ones that prevented the sun
from helping it grow, and it felt so alone.

If only I could have sprung up on a lawn
where sunshine and rain can help me become tall.
Where I can be seen as a

Dream of a Pine Tree

The cascading contours of the high Himalayan slopes
cradle the upright verdant cones of coniferous pine
draped in gold reflected from the sheaths of snow,
morphed to crystal mirror on the dawn’s yellow sun,
painted in cinnabar by dusk’s crimson cloud streaks,
the fleeting canopy over the twilight’s hued horizon.
The slender leaves of needle quiver in the winter chill
as the

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