Short Sycamore Poems
Short Sycamore Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sycamore by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sycamore by length and keyword.
sycamore swaying-
rooks nesting high
midst the bursting buds-
stick by stick each gust unpicks
a patient labour of love
Haunted silver moon
Play your melodic tune
Thirsty moonlight dwells
Behind the shoulders of
The Indian white Sycamore trees
big bold leaves falling
sycamore is shedding fast
paper white trunk stark
written October 6, 2021
every leaf
upon
the
ghost white
sycamore tree
possess a soul
seeking truth
from
thee
and
not to perish
from
the earth
I caught the
Eyes of this
Bashful moon,
Staring at me,
Hiding behind
This white
Sycamore tree
I ran and
Shouted with glee
Awaken old
Sycamore tree
Fire and brimstone eyes
Branches etch
The stars of night
Believe that
The sky is
Falling, falling
sycamore trees
uproot
themselves
To
walk among
the
graves
to
dwell inside
the
souls of men
and
walk
Among the graves
Warm summer afternoon
Seven Ravens
from Sycamore tree
descend
one by one
landing on velvet green -
As Butterfly
flitters away -
Free
Forget-me-not sprigs
for the nipper of figs
and dandelion soup set a boil
The sycamore tree
leans ever toward me
crowned in humility: loyal.
ghost white
sycamore trees
in peace and solitude
that watch
over me
i have
this bond with thee
young autumn
come take
our leaves
when
the
eyes of loneliness
are
clear
that
dive into
the
sea of fear
and
doubt grab hold of me
i see
the
ghostwhite moon
through
the
sycamore tree
sycamore tree stands
alone in the small valley...
no pollinator
not based on fact could be self-pollinating
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A shelter for man and birds
With green mulberry-like leaves
Known for Zachaeus' salvation
When he met Jesus
For Francine Roberts' contest:'Flowers,Trees,Grass or Bees'
giant sycamore
branches reaching to heaven --
a shady haven
2/19/2013
High pressure injection of fluid into solid rock
Our human race a labyrinth of sweet flora root-bound within
The oak and sycamore shaking off early morning dew
© Harry J Horsman 2018
our rounded sycamore
symmetrically sound
waiting to be drawn
photographed by many
the perfect model for a family tree
in my grandma's yard
I feel reverence and appreciation
rounded sycamore
Young branches of
The sycamore tree,
Brushes the pastel blue sky
Then, I released these magic stones into
The hands of the sky, and
Witness the ripple reflection of
The ancient River Styx
Gone are the days when I sunbathed in ease
Drank lemonade, and did what I pleased
Betrayed by the Autumn kissed sycamore trees
Now ...I'm up to my shoulders in red and gold leaves!
red autumn songbirds
drift through the fields of gold
red autumn sycamore leaves
the bright sound of cathedral bells
red autumn rain
make ripples in the pond
until i hear
those red autumn words
One day you'll see
Me in front of
Sycamore tree.
One way driving
On a sloopy
Winding pave road.
One mile enough
To get me there
Before its dawn.
One look beyond
On mountain range
You'll see my home.
Walking under a tall sycamore tree,
I heard a bird tweet, "I'm stuck. Set me free!"
So I struggled to the branch where she sat ~
but the second I got there ~ she did scat!
That's the last last time I'm gonna fall for something like that!
CIRCLE OF NATURE
Rustic leaves rustle
Dance with the wind as they fall,
Sycamore commands
Naked courts the wild winter
Awaits spring her arms held wide,
When with demise of the old
Nature’s carousel renewed.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Oh the voice of that nightingale
Which once perched on my sycamore tree,
Still resounds like a melodious scale
Long after its symphony had ceased to be.
O but a nightingale that in a twinkle of an eye
Departed thence without saying goodbye!
Asleep on an indian pillow
did i dream you
Girl with a boa
backlit with dance
will thou
paint your eyelids
stranded on this scential island
will you use my intervention
whisper now to me
by the fire
loftily dreaming your sycamore thoughts
just
before
the
wicked storm breaks
while
young birds
clinging
with
all their might
to
the
strong stiff branches
of
the
sycamore tree
yes
we
are
the
stiff branches
that
bend and sway
but
we do not break
and
here
to
shelter thee