Planting Tree Poems | Examples
These Planting Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Planting. These are the best examples of Tree Planting poems written by international poets.
silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard
I call him Old Mister
he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees
they land in a cinder piles, planting themselves
In a few weeks tiny oak leaves form.
If you gently pull them out of the cinders
You will see a tiny oak tree growing out of an acorn.
I pulled twenty of them one day and took them to Sunday School
Giving them to children who were almost as amazed as I was.
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 grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
A whispered wish, longing soil deep,
Touch the stars; all are called to weep
Trillions of lifetimes, we shall strive,
To grasp the heavens, to truly thrive
But distance vast, and transparent the walls,
Keep us from picking up on unanswered calls
A cosmic dance, swaying fraternally
Wanting touch, past the moon, eternally
Across the Earth, our fingers yearn,
Galaxies, expanse whispered to burn
To feel the warmth, the light, the grace,
A longing dream, of time, not of space
Each infuriating moment, we implore,
To touch that something, even more
But dark does not fade, and silence reigns,
In our roots grasp, demanding hope sustains
Lifetimes spent, our stems and trunks weather beat,
For that unattainable, distant treat
Trillions of years, our worship solar,
To touch heaven's, bright star and toller
Teenagers if you date
Date with tree planting.
If you have a car
Plant ten trees.
Plant, plant, plant trees
Continue planting trees.
Clean your environment
Plant trees every ten meters.
If you cut trees
Replant right away.
If you build building
Plant also trees.
Put QR code
Every tree you plant.
One tree, one nation
Each one, plant one.
orange tree guarded the woman’s fantasies daily
She visited him often with her pony dog Bailey
sometimes they would drag along a yellow duck
He had a hoarse weird bark, that was no cluck.
The woman sat under orange tree and plotted fine.
Sometimes she wrote a page, other times a line.
Her giant yellow cat would play beside her with his mouse.
The rodent was purple, and lived inside their house.
Orange tree felt respected by these five.
They liked to frolic, play, joke, and dive.
under his shade, which made him feel special indeed.
He was grateful to the woman, for planting his seed.
pushing back the soil
planting life into the ground
nature does the rest
Pine needles bow in the wind,
considerate hosts, as I enter the brief forest.
Pine cones throw their great bodies with effort
from the branches, following their acorn cousins
down into the soft earth. Even the sun slips
lower in the sky, vying for a peak at the busy scene
below the treeline.
As if in rebellion, or unfettered hope,
the silvery sigh of an exhale hangs in the
winter air before me, takes one weary
look around, and ascends the spiral staircase
through the trees, up, up into the clouds above.
It is better to plant your own tree than to stone someone else's fruits
May 18, 2023
By George P. Lumayag
The birds tweet to the architect
to support Urban Tree Planting.
Its principle to plant trees is innate;
but a tree on the gutter symbolizes
of unplanned tree planting.
-George P. Lumayag
07.23.2021
Marigolds with your ruffled edges and your prissy girly ways,
You uplift me on my most almost horrific downward days.
Lilacs fragrances wafting about in every one of my Mays,
You make me proud with your natural floral turn of phrase.
My most exotic friend, the mighty magical solid red oak.
Her shiny pointed leaves almost always telling me a good joke.
The best one of all is how she grew from an acorn, one that broke.
When her tiny tree stem began to grow in a mushroom’s cloak.
Knock out roses, scarlet cone flowers, hollyhocks and violets too.
Adding rainbow colors to the lawn, the pond, and the sky that’s blue.
Weeping willows, cottonwoods, elms, and hickories long overdue,
My green thumb is excited I had so much to do with planting you.
Tree planting
We, schoolchildren, were sent to a field to plant trees
I was given a handful of samplings and a mall spade
the soil was black and moist early spring cold fingers.
There worms who appeared to dislike this sudden light.
I asked a teacher if worms knew they were worms.
“ never mind the worms, he said, dig a tree.
Behind me, the lads dared each other to swallow one,
later he said he stomach cramps and was allowed
to go home.
Wish I was that smart.
That was seventy years ago the field is a forest populated
with rabbits and foxes, wolves are banned they
eat children for breakfast, the adults said.
I don´t care much about worms, but my hands were
cold, I had put them under my jacket, and I hated the teacher.
Nevertheless, I like to think I once helped to plant trees.
Her gown of sprouting green, sleeves of new leaves
Jade shade illuminates fresh summer rain
Woven gossamer silk on turquoise trees
Threaded through her mare's alabaster manes
Planting gold hope along emerald lanes
November mists persists in chartreuse dawn
With aspirations to sage Avalon.
12/5/19
Though lately I have no impulse to eat an apple
I understand why people do so
For humans are built in a similar fashion
All different variations for different paths
one rolls down a hill and one stays by the tree
one may be sweet yet turn sour with time
one may be sour but preferred anyways
they have a core with is covered in the middle with seeds
our cores are filled with logic and sometimes confusion
our seeds are our thoughts that permeate into society
planting our impact and growing our trees full of blossoming fruit
the sunlight fosters growth for the apple and the mind of the Poet
the apples have a skin which can be bruised or nurtured and cared for
the inside can be used for good - or it can be rotten
apples can be very high up or right beside you
but when you find yourself shining one on your shirt
preparing for the first bite of the day
remind yourself - you have a life inside you
you have a life that you share on the outside
just promise me one thing
the apple - if taken far from the tree
will always remember which tree it came from
Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99
I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of some Grand Master,
moving ever slightly with each wind gust.
They blanket the ground as color on canvas,
and in thought I try to see
just how it would be, if God,
like man, had tired from His labors
and foregone speaking into existence the tree.
I ponder, where would the creatures stay,
both great and small,
or where would songbirds build their sheltered nests'
if no trees existed
from which these leaves would fall.
I think, where would I, find welcome shade
to escape the midday heat,
and of the holes I dig each spring,
for the planting of other trees,
and the potential joy that each might bring.
I think of things we build from wood
and of clean fresh air as photosynthesis takes place.
Then with sheepish look,
in haste, I rake, shred, and compost
until there's left no trace.
In the center of my heart
She planted a tree.
Happiness a branch I'd soon know.
The leaves sprouting in full with
no limitation to height.
The roots carry the depth of how far
her hands have gone.
Planting the seed I'll always feel.
Soaring into the sky without limit.
To how much is given, how much we take.
The fruit of a smile ripe at every moment.
A gap for us to sit between the branches.
The moment fear of falling has gone.
The higher we climb.
The higher we sit.