Pine Tree Poems - Poems about Pine Tree

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

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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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Fragile pine sapling Green rising from brittle leaves Pure fringed refreshment...

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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...

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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...

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

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Chainsaw Poetry David J Walker The blum blum Purrr Blum blum Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ignition of the Whirrrrrrrrrrrr into Action 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...

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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...

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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...

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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.)...

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Pine Tree Needles, And Ladybug Beetles, Upon The Canvas Dwell. To A Place Beyond, With Birds In Song. It's An Area Of Fun!...

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Needles descending down Pine tree going bare Bluebird builds her nest...

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

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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...

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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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