Tree Poems | Examples of Tree Poetry

As you walk down the dirt path, past the tall green trees, I hope you remember who you are when you reach the willow tree. You will inevitably get lost, confused in the woods, struggling to find your way to the willow. When the light dims, the whoos and coos of owls and other nameless creatures will hymn in your...

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I count fifteen enormous branches on my giant oak If lightning got them and they fell, it would be no joke. I bet each one of them weighs at least forty pounds This magnificent tree might be the largest oak around....

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A tall tree I did climb, on a bet of a dime. Baby Bear said it was funny, it was not for the big money. The limb broke what a crime....

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Big tall evergreen trees are monoecious But others are only dioecious Two sexes are mono While only one dio Both prickly to handle coniferous ...

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I have pretty trees and ugly trees The cottonwoods don’t make me sneeze All the rest are horrible for me Stirring up my leafy allergy...

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my vegetation greenery of every shade moving in rhythm...

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Honeysuckles commandeered my yard Ten in a row, watching this old bard They grow renegade, their roots are super deep. Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep....

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Come and climb these Broad bony branches and Have tea on this tree with me, Let's talk our hearts out Into the poems unsung. Sleep silently singing in my sizzly eyes, Sleep might snap with some pumpkin chai, The sun is seeping in my sulky bones, Soon the milky moon will mysteriously be alone, Here, have some squishy scone While the sun...

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The wind and the trees made an awful sound. One moved fast, and one stood his ground. The tree had enough of that gale and his mouth. That bluster blew by and went South....

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on a sizzling august afternoon the glitter on the water scintillates tapdancing on a hot griddle till a cool breeze reaches the shore and loosely sways the braids of an old weeping willow as if to a sweet nostalgic rhythm...

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I didn’t plant that garden tree But thinking, I just let it be I knew I should have cut it out But felt within to let it sprout And so, as seasons came and went I pruned this tree, its bole I bent Around the gable of my shed But left the limbs above my head The years passed by and I...

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Hells tree where I hang A round sack colour black Inside little black Knots woven along ropes of black Of all my sins that need paying to clear my rent All would be paid to clear but prayer is also needed. I am of age to face my debt. With a glimmer of hope. ...

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Summer Hiku 25 twitting d ~o ~v ~e ~s on trees gentle and soft p ~u ~r ~r ~s of love~ f –e –e –l –I –n –g -s of freedom. ...

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It’s there, you really need to see, your beautiful tree, of creativity. With nature you know, nothing is perfect. We all grow in our own crazy direction. We are tall, strong, with deep connections Branches may bend in slightly weird ways But we are grounded, the world around us looks astounded. Your roots are deep in the soil but you reach oh so...

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It stood like a sentinel at the world’s bleak last shore, its gnarled branches clawing at a churning grey November sky, above a thin and narrowing yellow band of waning light auguring the coming night. Rattling seed pods faintly clicked— (playing hollow, spectral tunes) like a wind-chime built for wraiths. Brittle voices rose and fell in...

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