Rhyme Tree Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Tree Rhyme poems written by international poets.
I love falling leaves red . . .
and the warm wind whispering and the swaying trees ~
as each spread !
the leaves of gold . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees~
behold !!
complain . . .
weeping in breeze ~
rain !!!
I love falling leaves red . . .
and all the confused sleepy bees ~
rain !!!!
The wind blows leaves from the trees,
creating large mounds on the ground.
Fluttering down quietly without a sound,
some reds and golds dance in the breeze.
Row on row in the fields are pumpkins,
they'll be carved and put on display.
Beware ghouls will be coming your way,
have treats on hand for the munchkins.
High up in the cloudless autumn sky,
the harvest moon shines so bright.
Through the skeletal branches at night,
are eerie silhouettes that catch your eye.
When the wind whistles,
silent sentinels,
shading thick thistles,
softly sway to the beat
Their coat of arms,
protects from harm,
the forest fauna's charm,
that rises from the heat
For they find no shade,
in forest glade, tho know,
they rise from Heaven's glow,
then they bow and retreat
They can't disguise,
under watchful eyes,
the true prize, proudly lies,
where the air is so sweet
The robin roosts
In thick thickets
Feeds on worms
And quick crickets
The raven hunts
From thick pickets
Feeds on mice
Thru stick snickets
The wren's hidden
In thick thickets
Robs robin
Of quick crickets
Autumn has put its showstopper on
the magical season has begun
Leaves on trees, colourful hues of green
turn to delightful shades of citrine.
Then gracefully swirling to the ground
twisting, twirling they come falling down
Leaves seeking rest upon leafy lanes
ground absorbing the brittle remains.
Becoming compost that feeds the earth
maturing until nature's rebirth
Trees stood naked without their dressing
have beauty unique and impressing.
As all life on earth, comes death and birth
part of God's plan, unseen and unheard
Each plant, creature, woman, man and child
leave their mark somewhere out in the wild.
Filling blank pages on which to write
tales of autumn's showstopper of life.
Trees, adorned in Fall styles,
with branches wearing multicolor on their sleeves,
induce smiles.
How the leaves dance!
Patterns fluttering on their weaves,
entrance.
Fall chill -
the crimson leaves
thrill.
Trees adorned in Fall styles,
patterns fluttering on their weaves,
thrill.
Mimicked mosaics, seem stitched at the seams
Plaids of crimson, gold, and tangerine dreams
No mystical myth, of tapestries tall
We're graced by their boughs, the legends of Fall
Poets enamored, with pens on the prod
Kneel to this splendored, coniferous god
Till marmalade skies, withered by weather
Watch leaves tumble dry, light as a feather
Grey-green waves are crashing;
Cold south winds whip through the twisted coastal tea-trees—
foam lashing.
Dune grasses sigh;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
sea high.
Kelp drifts;
tide pulling free—
still.
Grey-green waves are crashing;
bare beaches cool under grey skies,
still.
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
Autumn flies down on wings.
With a gamut of paints, turns green leaves into gold.
In joy, sings.
A true master-
With deft strokes, he changes the old.
Trickster.
On trees,
What hues unfold.
Wiz
Autumn flies down on wings.
With deft strokes, he changes the old.
Wiz
In do revelance
I stand a test
small in stature
beautifully am i
virtuel I prominent the sky
tall in the spirit
arms and hands raise highest
I praise Elohim high
Flourish and colorful
Beautiful and bound
I stand I am
a tree
8/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The ancient ranges hold the fading sun,
Once day is done.
The ironbarks sleep deeply in the stone,
And watch the stars ignite the dark alone.
Fears turn to sand,
Against the timeless patience of the land
Holy nutrient-depleted soil, Batman
There’s nothing in our garden
From the skies, no rain, no clouds
We must seek Nature’s pardon
What did we do wrong, Batman
What did we do right, Robin
It seems we’ve worn out land and sea
from lowest depth to highest tree
Last winter was very cold and long
Relentless storms cruel and strong
My small branches from the winds were lost
A large limb was broken by ice and frost
But now at last there are warmer days
The buds on my branches create a green haze
So I lift my limbs to the golden sun
And thank the heavens that Spring has begun
It’s set to be the heat today
As it was yesterday - I fathom
The God still takes us for a clay
Can’t tell one hot day from another
The ghost of you comes down but I
Can’t see if you are here
Though I can feel your loving smile
As if you are so near
As you once were in happy days
We nonchalantly spent
Maybe if I could see your face
I’ll be that ghost you met
In our lifetime’s recent past
Under your apple tree
We’ll meet again, revived from dust
Hot summer day it’ll be.