Short Woodlands Poems
Short Woodlands Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Woodlands by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Woodlands by length and keyword.
autumn’s breath lingers,
witness perfume brushed woodlands
rainbow falls to earth
Brian Johnston
December 20, 2015
Tranquilizing
A butterfly fluttering color in woodlands --
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 14, 2010
Poetic form: Monoku
hunters savagely ravage forest floor
diligent thorough searching
Morel hides behind moss
Written 3-22-2019
Contest: Kimo
Sponsor: Dear Heart
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
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
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"
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
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.
Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion
Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums
Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness
Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run
(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)
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
woodlands wait by the edge
where sassafras' three-lobed foliage flares up
like mittens in striking papaya and gold
tiger butterflies, squirrels, and birds flock
beguiled by the pendulous clusters of berries
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
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 .
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
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)
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
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.
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.
Bright White Moon
practically Glowing
Radiating Rays
Stretching
Snowing
over
log home
barnyard-red
with
yellow-orange
sunshine windows
Perfect Pines
barely green
morphed
by the Magnificence
of
Winter Woodlands
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
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.
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!!!
My name is Chris,
Her name is Alice,
We’re cocooned in
A plantastic palace,
While balanced on
The woodlands eaves,
We banquet on
What others leaves.
We’re pillers of
Socie-eat-he
We pay our debts
And dine for free,
But our sights are set
Up in the sky,
For we’ve been promised
One day we’ll fly!
soft slim serene shafts
snow white petals and sepals ---
curved curled and clustered
symbol of the spring
purity pace par perfect ---
snowflakes of woodlands
16 February 2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllables Checked In: how many syllables
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Whimsically whooshing through out the woodlands
Wistfully whispering wondrous tunes
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Waltzing within the weeping willows
Never will be worn down never be waned
Wakened winged warrior wonders about
Whimsically whooshing through out the woodlands