Short Forrest Poems
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When I am old I want
You by my side walking
In the forrest in the early
Morning breeze. Hand in mine,
Still loving each other.
The forest is natural and green,
Eyes no longer glued to a screen,
The purest nature,
There is nothing greater,
-
The most beautiful place I have seen.
If a tree falls
If a tree falls
What do you
hear
The sound
of life
The sound
of fear
Do you
not hear
behind
the forrest
behind
the trees
are you
blinded
by the
trees
Walking the path honesty
I walk down a lonely path
in the woods near my house
a walk with honesty
as my remote companion
pensively 101 prompt three word challenge path, honesty, remote
At peace
When i'm gone
Bury me in the forrest
Where i can feel the Earth
Where i can feel myself
Plant a tree as my tombstone
So i can grow to touch the sky
Let the leaves blanket me
For the long winter night
It was only then did the beauty of life be
Beyond sights and sights that the eye can't see
To nod in consent in peace or in vile
Upon the extending path of destiny.
Inspired by the movie classic "Forrest Gump"
They wept into their cups of tears
until they could truly say,
“My cup runneth over.”
—Life Lines by Forrest Church
if your cup is dry, try mine —
the salty taste of wine borne of grief
6/7/2021
Forrest ever so;
Reigning O'er me;
Towering,
Spruce timbers be;
100 feet high and more;
While others you have just below, the skies;
11/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Forrest reigns of darkness
As I walk in the middle of the forrest
Rain calmly pours evaporates
So as I walk I confess
Dampen by the weighs of reigns of darkness
8/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
On the rooftop high^
My eyes like kaleidoscope§
One face in the sky??
Fear but calm I sit....
The spirit of a dragon
Storms its eyes at me
I don't understand..¿?
..But the mystical forrest????????
And it was no dream...??
You never know what you're gonna get so I hope The Texas Tornado likes surprises...
“Life is like a box of chocolates” - Forrest Gump... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJh59vZ8ccc
To: Linda----PD from: TR, her neighbor from the Bayou
What's with this imposter Donald Trump?
For president I'd much prefer Forrest Gump!
His ramblin' views I find difficult to perceive.
Methinks he hides precarious tricks up his sleeve!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Tom Cruise as an actor and stunt performer is no chump.
Diminutive, in movies he runs just as fast as Forrest Gump.
Like Jackie Chan, he'll leap off a cliff with a grin on his face -
talk about " Risky Business " - to save the entire human race.
Dense fog lingers and crawls
Forrest trails lead to the falls
Cool shaded streams flow silently
Stars strewn above shine brilliantly
Morning sky flirting with night
Clouds run together dark meets light
Orange Rust Clouds trying to shine
Darkness and time staying behind
Why would someone fall in love with a stump
I submit that there may be such a chump
It seems so very bizarre
But I suppose that there are
Some blokes as gullible as Forrest Gump
© Entry for Matt Caliri's "I Fell In Love With A Tree Stump" Contest
If the only Medical publication in your doctor’s office is older than you…..
Run Forrest Run
Forrest in his simplicity,
loved to munch;
not just any delicasy,
but loved chocolate.
No matter how many,
U.S. presidents he got to meet;
he always came back,
to eat his chocolate treat.
So why was he still thin,
no need to go on a fast;
indeed Forrest Gump is a star,
from start till the very last.
poetgord@2011
Forrest of faces
Flanked by rainment fine,
Appear in many places
Up and down the line.
Stories beyond the scope are told,
Music from mindfull deeps,
Emotons handed down form "old"
Coming forth in leaps.
Energy from the ladies and sirs
Merge with flawless ease,
I feel the touch of many hers,
And I'm in love with these.
A walking corpse
No sign of life
Can hear my heartbeat
But, it looks lifeless upon gaze
Because you threw it in the incinerator
And blackened it
Now walking through the red velvet forrest
She looks around for the one that smothered her
And closed her coffin
Dropping black rose petals on the way
So he can find her again
It has not psychological significance
It has no deep deep meaning
I am not trying to hide behind something strange
It is the only thing that I have tried that actually would go through
It is a crop of a picture of a road going into a foggy forrest
It is actually a sample picture that came with the computer
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"About This Poem"
All of my life, I have had "flat feet".
A mild defect, I am no athlete!
I could never run fast,
got so easily gassed.
How I longed to have feet that were fleet!
When I was young, I wore leg braces,
orthotic boots, with long boot laces.
When I tried to run and jump,
I looked like young Forrest Gump
and saw snobby looks on kids' faces.
The new feeder does not work,
I thought
maybe it was the wrong color.
This morning
its ornate wood frame
just looks alien and threatening.
The roof; shaped like a
Black Forrest cuckoo clock
now resembles Dracula’s castle.
The birds will not come to it.
They ignore it,
perhaps fear it.
I like it.
The birds can eat and crap
somewhere else.
While she was running and munching on an innocent camper
She twirled her wildness into anger
Clothes ripped and bloody
A yell so shattering the trees do tremble and the clouds do shake
Blood on a trail hiked for curiosity
Deep in a forgotten cave she lurks
Animals of the forrest stay far away
Siarska eats the witch and her curse
A full moon red and sour
( Or Creed - same thing, only different )
My personal thoughts
are a thick, lush, evergreen Forrest
filtering, calming, analyzing, refining
the onslaught of all
and everything coming at
and past my very being.
It stand strong and firm
ever re-birthing, rejuvenating, renewing,
surviving, healing , growing
and harvesting all
that is needed
to be.
Doris
Sensitive, caring, bigger than life, artistic
Sister of Tommy Lee Jr and Phyllis Gail.
Lover of family, peace and acceptance.
Who feels happiest when I owe no one, am able to give and please God.
Who fears loss of independence, loss of family and venomous snakes.
Would like to see Canada, Mexico, and The Red Wood Forrest.
Resident of sulltry Georgia, USA
Culverhouse