Short Conifer Poems
Short Conifer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Conifer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Conifer by length and keyword.
Your hair smells
of conifer forests
and the Michaelmas summer
that I nurture on my palms.
Winter is looming,
they cut down the trees.
Junco in winter
flies on grass tip, rides on field
to pick fallen seeds,
prefers in taking shelter
roosting on conifer tree.
No carolling minstrels
No sparkles or tinsel.
The Grinch has a lot of good points.
Just, “how bloody awful
To not have some baubles.”
Bah! Scrooge would be proud of this joint.
My carols are wails
During holiday sales
I'll do just fine here without her.
My sparkles are tears
Every damn year
That I tossed out her favorite old Conifer.
Angry Conifers
Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves
The Baker’s glazed the brush today
the vine, the grass, the trees
He’s covered every conifer with
protection from the breeze
The Baker’s glaze like clear egg white
drips sugar upon every twig
His frosting covers the mountainsides
no boulder is to big.
He top-dressed all the architecture;
He’s polished the asphalt.
The Baker’s glazed the world today
He’s given it much thought.
Rhythm of the Sand Pine
Lazily waving in the brisk morning air;
Tranquility of a sylvan setting so strikingly rare.
Flailing her arms like the great timberland bear;
This venerable statesman which none can compare.
A mighty conifer standing in the woodland foursquare,
As mysterious and perplexing as the elusive sea hare.
Ancestral descendants of ancient forebears,
Standing at arms, trespassers beware.
May 20, 2016
Conifer, fruit tree's arms once did flow
laden with hued blossom, now gesture
to weight of lace ornamental snow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
Discordant weighty clouds draw down low
before night expire in dank vesture.
Chimney above winter render blow.
Piquant smoke distends languidly slow.
Bracing fire in manor of Esture.
Winter's breath chills even clannish crow.
Wintertide touch mystique blithe spirit.
2/19/2019
Embracing the countryside
Made some ecstatic and glee
But one feature in particular
Was that old coniferous tree
‘Conifer,’ a Latin word
Means one that bears a cone
But did Nero study the outdoors
When he was in charge of Rome?
One Emperor’s word against another
The other, Mother Nature
A lovely scene along the hills
Was better than portraiture
The gentle breeze juxtaposed against
The needle pinaceae
But with their sheer beauty alone
Would make one want to stay