Spruce Poems | Examples

A bud on a spruce tree

Said the last goodbye,
Leaving us, as old rye,
Taking you, Earth withers,
And I am left in shivers.

Tears flow in eyes,
The driest ones; wept,
Grays are the skies,
The wind, no longer kept.

Children shall be told,
Reminiscent  they'll be,
Before they grow cold,
That's  how time does be.

Tales, rumours,
I shall dismiss them all,
As long as i live,
I shall know you.


Time, shan't  take you away,
The son of the wind,
Oh! How you did sway!
But their chains did bind.

The very air, 
Enclosed in glass walls,
They didn't  care,
 And ignored  all your calls.

Wild spirits at ease,
Like streams never cease,
Slow them, change their ways,
Leaving them no longer a maze.

All the smiles, all the tears,
Now go away, as they came,
Going away in shame,
Where are your  prayers?

I stand beside the gravestone,
Tear stained and weary,
Nothing now is known,
Everything feels so eerie.

The rain comes,
 takes  away, 
Something i can't point out,
Its all too loud.

Silence  is worse than  screaming,
Nothing nothing at all,  in feeling,
And then I see,
A bud on a a spruce tree.

Essence

dead spruce tree branches
cradle robin's perfect nest
keeping safe the eggs

Red House and Spruce By Edvard Munch

Red House and Spruce by Edvard Munch

Snug, in a blue bunting of hibernation,
Red cottage 
In a clearing of indigo and ice spruce 
That form ribs of protection from
From hues of ill winds, 
As a leafless birch backbone
Spreads a protective circle,
Sentinels of secrets 
Behind the hidden crimson door
When eventide’s crystal constellations 
Of fallen cerulean white snows
Sleep in solitude
As Aurora lingers above ash and aspen 
In glowing neon passion values
Sheltered scarlet hearth and heart
Slumbers in tones of a Nordic cradle song
And winsome memories of a mountain king 
In snowfall’s language of winter
Of painted cobalt shadows
Surrounding a red house.

Homeless One Amongst the Spruce and Maples Trees-

 I saw the maples;
Chattering with the spruce;
Sparrows awaken;
Squirrels recused;
Running rapid; 
Are those rabbits;
Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree;
God where are all the honey bees;
By the grave I saw the maples;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
I felt obliged to admire the Rameses;

~

The bur oak smiled;
As the trees of all kinds;
Lo! The sun dials;
Waves with the wind in the skies;
Do just only the butterflies mind;
For the maple leaves fallen down;
By the grave I saw the maples;
Onto the grounds are browned and dead;
The lonely liquidambar leafing;
Tree, tree, trees;
Memories;
Dread;
~
Homeless one I am;
I guess under their shade I’ll be sleeping;
Living off the land;
Alone sleeping;

7/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021

Christmas Among the Spruces

I sit at the large window,
Gaze and see the prolific spruces.

They are my favorite twin trees,
Tall and shapely.

A beautiful spruce green,
They have been my favorite tree.

I think of  the tree in the living-room.
Of our exquisite house.

Decorated with lights and ornaments,
Some  homemade. 

This brings much happiness and friendship,
Days of Christmas where the relatives meet.

Santa Claus appears with his sled and reindeer,
He has a bag of presents in his sack.

Here to wish everyone a "Merry Christmas",
His elves stand nearby to facilitate the giving of the presents.

A traditional celebration each year.
Blessings of our God, appreciated by everyone.


Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz

The Sycamore Tree

In my front yard lives a sycamore tree that of late seems to have it in for me. A pristine giant with a white colored bark that's constantly shedding and falling apart. I've always admired this glorious tree until it began hurling branches at me. It's tree parts keep dropping from one hundred feet. I'm not quite prepared, my maker to meet. It would only take one swift hit to the noggin to cause my whole world to go a foggin. This sycamore and I need a "live and let live" truce or this awesome tree may have to soon be a less aggressive blue spruce.

Twilight In Forest

white keys of birch trees 
black keys of spruces and pines - 
music of twilight

8.20.2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Syllables Per Line:	5 7 5

Springing Bright For Spruce

I’m in my mind
but after being out of mine. 
You found the guy I hide. 
So eyes are pealed for rustic stays.
I will bag up what you planted for me 
just to give you, your better days. 
For you I saved. 
Now my spending’s grandiose. 

Sunshine and showers. 
   



2/17/18               'Sunshine and Showers' Contest
                                 Sponsor: Robert Haigh

Dying Blue Spruce Tree

Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  Dying Blue Spruce Tree
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  May/2017


Now that April has faded behind
the golden Sun of spring  -  

It leaves a sickle that time writhe 
unforgiving -

Thou perpetrators cast shadows 
leaving it's dark remnants,

to thou 
limbs vernal youth; 

clinging to branches parched, gone
brittle -

Summer will surely forsake thee -  
to thy waterless rest!

Once thy mirrored a rose - alluring .....
captivating!

stands deceased -

Thy blue silver tone ascended to the
moon in the pale eyesight of the sky. 

The living beauty of thy appeal  - 
now life deny.

Copyright (c)., Ken Jordan, 2017

Lost Red Spruce Pinecone

I saw you up ahead
By yourself
Off to the side

In the still brown winter grass

Scales tightly woven
At the tip
Releasing only halfway

The nearest pinetree
Over 100 metres away

A Squirrel surely brought
You this far and gave up

Now you will survive
Among my family
Of Lake Superior
Rocks and driftwood

Abandoned birdnests
And other found
Forest orphans

Forever

Loved


02/22/17

Spruce Fairies

Here be the descendents of potent fairies

glowing leaves , thistles sewn

Petals glimpse wan proof

Resplendent  features garb of petals beings


Mortals said to have white mice

Small villages strange, By birch and spruce trees

Wooden pallidness, mist golden silvery hair blown

Greatest treasures Leshia



Souls who shall travel

Hidden in glens so thick

Howling dewiness,legends tell

Listen on the innocuous nigh

Spruce Tree

deciduous tree
limbs bristle in winter wind
ever green fortress

Blue Spruce

Blue Spruce Standing Tall

Clothed In Snow, Sky's Purest White

Shielding Life Beneath.

Blue Spruce - 3

I Grow, I Watch, and I Learn
An old man growing older
Less Likely to Live, then die
Tomorrows’ Sorrows

HIS LOVE floats o’re the Garden
HE Created, HE Enjoys :
I hear  the sound of growing
Thank-YOU for YOUR Time

“I happened to be a Child”
When I heard, of YOUR demise
I ask myself  “ FOREVER “
LOVE LENORE , ALWAYS??

Inspired by and Dedicated to “ Russell Sivey “

Blue Spruce -- 2

I remember the ice storm
His extension cord, my warmth
I cried as fellow trees died
FOREVER, His Liege
 
As the whisper of the Wind
I have spoke with HIM often
Feeling his Sorrow and Pain
A Heart, torn apart

We have grown old Gracefully 
Now and then he speaks to be
Says I’m a Beautiful Tree
Sweet Words, Come to me

Inspired by Russell Sivey for Sponsoring the Contest :
" Trees Everywhere " Thank-YOU Russell 
Dedicated to a Laureate POET : "Russell Sivey"

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