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Short Timbered Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Timbered by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Timbered by length and keyword.


Premium Member Deadwood
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A living forest, Where chirping birds chorale and Butterflies whispers, Beyond my styled wood door, and Timbered home of nailed panels. Date: 04/28/2019
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© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: timbered, analogy, conflict, deep, earth day, environment, green,
Form: Tanka



Premium Member Living Forest
A living forest, Where chirping birds chorale and Butterflies whispers, Beyond my styled wood door, and Timbered home of nailed panels. 2019 September 18
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© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: timbered, imagery, life, nature, tree,
Form: Senryu
In Our Infinite Return
I blame it on the light
pretending. Auburn bright and Autumn
too.
Fainted dim of our December
imparts the solemn fall of all to
view.
Crass comes the stilted body, amalgam
in the slanted rain. The April rains a timbered
soak.
The rings. O time! O time remains....

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© Collin Lam  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: timbered, lost love, nature, people, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Arboreal Conversations
The woods have been gathering here
for long generations,
they have their own arboreal language,
a nocturnal patois
ground out by layers of ligneous skins.
The language is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots
incantations that turn slowly
into the kernels of long seeded words.

Deep into the night I listen,
then listen yet more
to the garrulous gossiping
of a creaky wooden bed
chatting to a talky timbered floor....

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Categories: timbered, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Soul Roots
Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing houses.

Once in a house like this,
I recalled the broadleaf woods of my childhood,
a memory that rocked me gently
in its timbered embrace.
I came to know that depth of my life,
its internal architecture
one room grown from another -
the many mansions....

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Categories: timbered, poetry,
Form: Free verse




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