Pines Poems - Poems about Pines

Forest of Pines

To the clouds-
a tousled crown of green,
a bump in the fabric of land.

To the deer-
a hall of silent pillars,
woven shadows,
mighty temples.

To the rain-
a fleeting flash of green and brown

then hush-
splattering on fallen needles.

Adept Anglophone pines to learn Yiddish as a second language

Adept Anglophone pines to learn Yiddish as a second language

When alive colorful turns of phrases
uttered courtesy my father or mother
whose ability to describe a situation
perfectly verbalized and couched by
a dialect of High German including
some Hebrew and other words now
embolden me - a sexagenarian poet
to embark upon quest shunning aim
buzzfeeding insatiable avocation to
acquire fluency communicating the
tongue

winter pines

frosty pine needles
sun glisten after the storm -
radiant outcome

Whispering Pines

The air is crisp with the promise of winter, but the earth hasn’t yet yielded to the frost. Bare feet press against soft, damp moss—each step grounding me in a world that feels alive despite the stillness. Pines tower above, their needles murmuring secrets to the wind. A faint scent of sap lingers, mingling with

Boyhood Memories

Carolina home
In the great Palmetto State
Place where I was born

Boy was free to roam
On a ninety-acre farm
Free from fear and harm

In dirt, sand or mud
We sandlappers had it all
To work, play, or brawl

Turning the dark dirt
Putting the hounds on the trail
Tussling with cousins

Having dirt clog fights
Making toys out of pine bark
Plowing fertile fields

Running through the

Under the veil of twilight, in the whispering pines

Under the veil of twilight, in the whispering pines,
Where the sweet rain drifts through the western air,
I find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts.
Hypocrite women, how seldom we express our doubts,
While, with doubt, we care for the man in his uncertainty,
High up, among the trees in the mountains, in the thick air

pines

pines sigh in brisk breeze
spring-green dots the pine forest....
birds chirp at sunrise
nest being built in new houses
cardinal bathes in birdbath     

He's going to court his pick for this season

The Mighty Pines

The winter wind is roaring through the pines,
giving frigid kiss to still green leaves.
Their strong relentless branches only wine.
For lusty gusts won’t bring them to their knees.

The staunch old pines endure the winter’s storm.
While naked maples crack with branches rent
In winter’s reign the onslaught will rage on.
While Evergreen’s resilience is their strength

When My Soul Reaches the Top of These Pines

When my soul reaches the top of these pines,
A lofty perch where serenity aligns,
I'll breathe in the whispers of the ancient trees,
And embrace the freedom carried on the breeze.

The pines, guardians of wisdom and grace,
Stand tall, their branches reaching into space,
As I ascend, I'll leave the world behind,
Finding solace in the tranquility I find.

From the

Tall Straight Pines

Galaxy of stars supplies
signal event in dark skies.
Tall straight pines birthed as light poles
heavens hallow grown-up roles.

Mirrored in the brook below
current venue ceases flow.
Trees denuded of their leaves
while soon empty forest grieves.

Destined now to carry light
to a busy city's night;
poles' inaugurations move
into town when works approve. 
 
Loudly speaks the jackhammer
amid much-needed clamor;
tearing up pathway's

Ice

ice-pellets dazzling 
                                 on tall pines, jewellery 
               

Shadows Through the Pines

silence reigns
in the forest
snowfall
blankets tree limbs
all is calm and hushed
no chirping
of birds
nor wolf howls
moonlight
casts shadows
through the pines
north winds softly hum
a soothing lullaby
stars
gleam from high above




~ December 12, 2022 ~
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The City Of Pines

In the City of Pines, vendors are everywhere.  High and low prices are everywhere.  The once cool region of overflowing love somehow narrowed its space for the younger generation because of commercialization.
Commercialization, on one hand, helps.  On the other hand, synchronization is tantamount to compression, which can be a sign of evaporation.
Nevertheless,

My Pines Of Birth

Pines, my native line and birth
From you I came without a dearth
Pines, I shall call you with mirth
To you I return with my vision to unearth
Returning with unearthly wealth
Simple works I offer, not burn
Honor is yours, over my urn.
Toils are not made to harden one's feelings
Or break a heart of stone that churn
Rather to soften

In My Grasp

bottom of a bowel
of jagged rocks
slender bristling pines
ring  a ragged sky
through which slips
slivers of warmth
hugging me like a child
on this crisp morning

life on the line
wiggling wriggling
jumping
splashing, flashing
slippery, cold, and firm
in my grasp

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