Short Woodlands Poems

Woodlands freedom cast
Glorious delivery
Upon this mid day...

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trees sup morning dew
soft ballads soothe the woodlands
yet, another day...

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Silent woodlands hold
Many musical beings
Enjoy the concert....

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Beneath pearl-grey skies
Snowflakes brush sleeping woodlands-
Still life masterpiece....

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I dream in silent forests.
Do you hear the trees?
Do you dream?

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autumn’s breath lingers,
witness perfume brushed woodlands
rainbow falls to earth


Brian Johnston
December 20, 2015...

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Tranquilizing

A butterfly fluttering color in woodlands --

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010

Poetic form: Monoku...

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hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss

Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart...

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the oak and the ash
mightiest of the woodlands
bares all in winter
stands witness to his power
yet we choose to look away

© Harry J Horsman 2016...

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hey there, poor, loud lost lout
before you stomp these woodlands
trample these wildflowers
use earbuds to block birdsong
thank the fairies or be cursed...

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soft nest in woodlands

  a baby fawn under mom

    life untouched renews 





Poems by Shar
Form: haiku  5/7/5


For Linda-Marie's contest
"Beauty of Nature"...

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We are now swimming up the Boteti River, we twenty-three
To get to grasslands and savannah woodlands, you see
swimming is fun, sang the zebras, and the eating is free...

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Haiku competition for Raul Moreno  (as per his photograph submitted)





Brambles cloaked with green
Spring sunlight gleams through the trees
Wood thrush in full song....

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Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion

Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums

Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness

Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run

(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)...

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light periwinkle blue
with yellow face
she draws butterflies

she can be ground cover
prefers cool climate
found in woodlands

tolerant of rabbits and deer
reseeds herself
spreading her prettiness...

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tree
woodlands
forest fair
enticing winds
nurturing mushrooms
stalwart soldiers of peace
surrounded by violets
my haven my safety my joy
nirvana, Shangri-la loveliness
I hug my favorite, a big white oak...

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The stiffened 
 star strummed streams
of half hummed hopes 
and dismally 
dismantled dreams.
Wistfully washing 
through the 
withering woodlands 
of the worldly 
wandering truth
 to what this
 life really means ....

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hiking
through the woodlands
brings relaxing thoughts to mind
while enjoying nature's wonder
peaceful

written June 24, 2021
submitted to "Bite Size No. 24" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gautheir...

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In Spring I searched through rosy woodlands fair,
and kept the meadows secret within my heart

To wed the summer’s final wish to fall surprise
—buried in the leaves of what tomorrow brings

(Good Shepherd Chapel: February, 2020)...

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Here
in this
quiet place
of tranquil peace,
my soul is restored.
My broken spirit healed.
Amid the leafy woodlands
reflected in every green tree,
in this, God’s natural cathedral,
is manifest the glory of the Lord.





Etheree 8/6/2010...

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Wakened, the winged and winsome wind

wandered westerly while whistling witchery.

It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -

whooshing, then whipping willows.

Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully....

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When Spring flowers,
in woodlands hereabout
reveal themselves,
archangels shout-
Im a weasel snout.

Inspired by the pretty woodland yellow archangel(Galeobdolon luteum) in a wayside woodland 
walk yesrterday in th Chiltern Hills....

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tree leaves
rustle in breeze-
cardinal

wings
fluttering above-
cottony clouds

owl
landing in an oak-
mouse scurries

leaves
floating on the wind-
deer running

water
trickles in the distance-
salmon leaps


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In ancient woodlands
I am breathless,
hushed beneath lush foliage
and dappling sunlight.
A brook leaps lichen rocks.
Ferns unfurl extending tendrils 
to a distant sky.
Pin cushions of moss
carpet the forest.
I am awakened
to colours and textures
of leafy green....

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Meet Brad the snake, he lived in woodlands.
He loved to make music in rock bands.
Singing so strong and loud,
Hissing, wiggling so proud.
Now how did he hold mike, without hands.


Written for


Sponsor Deborah Guzzi 
Contest Name Limerick II The Amphilbrachinator!!!...

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