Short Wooded Poems
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lilies of the valley
bloom white upon wooded hills
A wedding bell chimes
haiku © CarolineCécile - 03.23.12
a large, old, gray rock
is in the brush on wooded land
stand on solid ground
Heidi Sands
8/30/21
deep flowing rivers
of milky translucent mists
flood the wide valley...
the old wooded hills shiver,
waiting for the sun to rise...
A dream so real
A feeling of being there
While asleep in my bed
In a wooded area
With a narrow winding road
Leading me to a river
small pack of grey wolves
run wild through wooded acres
searching for something
what's in a number contest
january 30, 2020
crisp fallen tree leaves
blanket the pine wooded path~
earthy balsam scents
11/10/19
Contest: Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
A silent maid
born of starlight
glides forlorn
deserted by moons
and her blessed tribe
in hallowed mansions
far beyond
the wooded places.
My entry-C
to make a truly toasty fire
one must gather bare branches
from wooded fields.
what is a fire
without a crackling
but just a warm
and very sterile thing.
Many miles, untraveled, along this empty road
Long and winding forest road, deep wooded , whose end I do not know
And a fork leads to a wooded vale low, that I call home
To wander through Yorkshire dales
Or wend in watery wooded Wales
Lean into wind of lowland moors
Or eagle watch on Highland tors
To find my selves again agrin
In druid sweet perfection fin
Into the depths we carry on
We, the lighted souls
I to run a wooded way
You to make it whole
And when a wounded hand is mine
Shall you hold it dear?
It is yours to trace with light
Draw so ever near
Arunansu
your name is a river running
smoothly through deep wooded rifts
your poems are little paper boats
carrying a candle of sandalwood and beeswax
upon the night tree's ancient branch
a black panther watches
" Lightening Bugs "
By: Tom Wright
8/17/03
Fireflies at evening on Zephyrs ride,
In courtship, they flash, as lightening.
Adrift o’er vale and wooded wayside,
Yet, as Gnomes, as day is brightening.
It is the beginning of the day
Sun rises, shines through the window
Yellow beams from wooded trees
Light has started morning
Bright and refreshing
Prayers are answered
Now there’s time
Enjoy
It
Heidi Sands
9/11/21
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serenity's hushed song
wooded forest beckons
clothed in green, great arms wave,
benediction of leaves
their embrace welcoming
pulse of woods beneath me
peace—slow, unfolding grace
Awake ©
white clouds of dogwood
geese trumpet beside the pond
bird song heralds morn
hollow makes a nest
dainty dwelling slumbers on
in the wooded gloom
screen door creaks open
smoke swirls from the chimney mouth
cabin stirs awake ~
Old buttons and fragile lace gloves
Soft swinging dress and simple pearls
Residing in a wooded frame
She is only a memory
I’ve oft seen her tired solemn face
In the yellowed and worn pages
Of old family picture books
A reflection of poverty
With all that in dusking's outreach
To fix her eyes on
What you'd think would therein be
Blaze-snatched, first to see!
Ere geese, more striking honoured
Solemn disappear.
Pale barked tree, wooded lakeside's.
Peak beyond; night hides.
Canadian rockies
Northern Hills
Sublime is the majesty of Northern hills,
River meandering through Valley and Dale.
Limestone pavement lead to wooded ghylls,
Breath held in wonder 'fore satisfying exhale.
Written 7.6.18
for Silent One's 4 line rhyme contest
FROZEN COLD WINGED Eagle SOARS - A Haiku
hillside wooded cold
A golden, old eagle flies
cold wings before soar
~
rocky cold hillside
A headed, old eagle flies
beyond the cold wings
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Quiet Sunday morning.
Tantrums of birds
In the mystery
Of magic distance.
Backyard patio cigarette
Wafts smoke through
The brisk fresh
Air, and me
Waiting to propel
Through the wooded
Green, like prophets
Hungry for salvation.
My December sweatpants;
Not to be denied.
Being here with you in this wooded glade
Golden autumn leaves gathering round our feet
Night creeping in as the light begins to fade
The twilight sheds her spell, soft and sweet
Tonight, here in this dappled shade
Treasure nor gold, with you, could not compete
a single raindrop
hit the surface of water
ripples on wider
another tear
and more hit water
wider pond
a river
joins in the water
turns to lake
silver silent lake
circled by wooded mountains
rocks upon its shores
A pond of sunshine lays on top of the snow
Between the wooded trees in a morning glow
A colorful circle is beckoning me to walk
Into snow-covered land, where wildlife talk
The storm has passed, leaving beauty behind
Now the sun rises, bringing more to find
Heidi Sands
3/26/23
Mountain Morning
white clouds of dogwood
geese trumpet beside the pond
bird song heralds morn
hollow makes a nest
dainty dwelling slumbers on
in the wooded gloom
screen door creaks open
smoke swirls from the chimney mouth
cabin stirs awake
Trisha Sugarek
The World of Haiku