Poplars Poems - Poems about Poplars

...“Look deep into nature and you’ll understand everything better.” Albert Einstein I stood on the sloped path near the waterfall. Mesmerised by the sound of falling water. All arou......

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...The weeping willows Their widow's veil of leaves Trailing sadly in the stream Pungent spicy peppercorn trees Their green feathery hair Festooned with pink beads Crooked old oaks Their g......

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...How are you, dear Temirzhan? Is the village fine? Has your yellow colt grown strong, a true design? Your children must have flourished, now grown and bold, Once they sat by the fire, stories......

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...I carry within me the rhythm of a winding road, a dance of freedom and longing, how to resign myself to being constrained within the limits of an infinite world, rows of poplars as pillars sustain ......

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... An unpopulated place where poplars grow Unseen canopies expose tree trunks in a row Wildflowers swoon over undergrowth below As back to front figures watch the panoramic show Lus......

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...a statement in their freedom of expression the verdant undergrowth – a green carpet, indispersed with yellow, white and rose flowers – leaning away from the regimental lines of the centre lane of......

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...Describe what you see my love, she queries A game they often play in the depths of the forest He replies, Turgid are the woodlands densely they’ve died back creeping where no life is seen, ......

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...I could never tell reality from dreams, so palpable, oil on canvas seems, and while in both realms, I now dwell, must I say to one, farewell? or go on living in Hell? On a long spring day on......

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...An uncertain afterfeel Rolls inside and bides Like a tape recorder reel On the floor unwinds Meet your Lady Aftershock Be her truest slave Take her down to the docks For the random wave Slams......

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...Bury me, my love, in a lead coffin To not hear the rustle of the poplars, Not to hear the noise of the world, Until I rot completely. Bury me, my love, in a corner of the cemetery To be far fr......

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...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......

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...In the temple abandoned by time, in the silent whisper, Our palms unite, masters of the subtle light, You watch over with the warmth of spirit when angels dart, You, the reliquary of divinity, the......

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..." Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world diff......

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...Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds, Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around. Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light, In......

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... Seeping through families of oaks, Surrounded by pines, laurels and all… Gentle leaves, so alive – yes, they breathe, Silent like the peace I find here, Enclosed in their embrace, Soft music......

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