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.
In the fifties, I saved my dimes religiously
twenty let me plant one tree
Deep in a forest’s mystery
~ now a lasting legacy
My last farthing I did bequeath thee
The Queendom was fresh, ‘twas 1953
You put the coin to use, planting a tree
The frail sapling grew roots deep, leaves green
Fruit decorated the branches, an elysian dream
Then pests invaded, with goggles and sprays
Two-legged devastation machines
Upending the dream
~ Arsenic-laced green
acorns falling
planting residents
dormant leaves shaking
with excitement
roots to grow
rings to wind
bark to shine
at last buds unfurl
Like an ancient Ebenezer
oaks positioned to be victorious
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.
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
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.
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
Life is like
Planting a seed
It grows strong roots
so that it firmly stands
It branches spreads
Through the skys
It takes time to grow
And bears fruits
Which satisfies many hanger
Even from generation to generation
But a good seed
Planted on a bad soil
Fails to germinate
A seed planted needs
The air, water, light
Time, care and protection
Before it can be cultivated
for nothing comes
Out of the blue moon
You don't plant olive tree
And reap grapes
You shall surely
Reap what you sow