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.
Under the numb of the yum yum tree
Under the glum of my plumbless eye
Between the branches of life and death
Under the limbs of a plumbless sky
Under the broken branches of hope
Under the branch makers watchful eye
Between the gasp of first and last breath
Under my numbness, I pray to die
Under beguile of my maiden fair
Under a smile, thought I knew so well
Between eaves of trees, she bleeds, deceives
Under plumbless eye, she seeds my hell
Under the glow of a plumbless moon
Under my glum that I keep inside
Between numb dead eyes, a lead-filled prize
Under glum plumbless, I open wide
Adored by all the plants and trees,
but forsaken by his wife,
he loved the sound of a gentle breeze,
and gave the grasses life.
When she said, "time to mow the lawn",
he knew which side that he was on.
By Poet "Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."
Will my dream be here tomorrow?
A cool breeze does softy blow,
over me as if I will know.
Into deeper sleep I must go,
what will my dream now show?
I am still from head to toe,
feeling like I am aglow.
Another world I will go.
Within a dream what will I see?
A huge yellow bumble bee,
she was eating crackers and brie.
From this dream I want to flee,
please oh - please set me free.
My bed is now wet - I did pee,
let me out I will plea.
Now awake one, two, three.
My dream within a dream,
was it just too extreme?
It made me pee then scream,
what a very wild dream theme.
The bee rode a leaf downstream,
what a weird bee daydream.
Through the trees I saw a sunbeam,
the bright light looks like ice cream.
Now waking up with self esteem.
"In fall, nature must rest for when they return in spring, to be at their best. " -quote by poet
The trees hear whispers in the wind begin
It's now time to surrender and let fall win
Slumber is upon them as they start to let go
To be strong and barren for blankets of snow
Branches relax as their leaves start to turn
Letting them fall knowing in spring they’ll return
Hummingbirds hover as they frantically feed
Fresh nectar for their migration trips a need
The wind whispers warnings as the days get shorter
When ready, he'll find his mate and will escort her
Goldfinches appear in their olive drab feathers
Working to secure their nests with twig tethers
Squirrels and chipmunks are scurrying about
Busy finding acorns as they sputter and spout
They listen to the wind as it whistles and whirls
And lifts fallen ground leaves in colorful swirls
Flowers hold on to their last blooming breaths
Before they all succumb to their fall deaths
Nature always listens to the wind's fall requests
Around the stump, some giant leaves
Are reaching for the sky,
In defiance of the forces
Which allowed that tree to die.
They grow within a little square
Of soil in the park,
A sister stump in its own plot,
Alone and looking stark.
Perhaps those trees were felled because
Of some rare plant disease,
But if some saplings took their place,
It might have helped appease.
Instead, the stumps remind us
Of what once stood tall and proud
And those giant leaves announce
That Nature will remain unbowed.
She creates her world at night,
Her mind becomes a beacon of light,
Illuminating the dark corners of her mind.
She sees beyond her surroundings,
And in the stillness of the night,
The universe within her emerges,
She scripts these mysteries.
He crafts his art in a dimly lit room,
His mind flourishes in this ambience.
The designs emerge from the shadows,
Like a blooming meadow at dawn.
He sketches these creations,
And then they come to life.
I am a child born of the union of the two,
Two worlds dwell within me.
Sometimes I become a turbulent sea,
I create my realm at any time,
As long as it is an endearing clime,
Mysteries linger in my chamber,
And sometimes the unseen walks into my slumber.
She is gifted yet sometimes troubled by her abilities;
He is skilful and dutiful, yet haunted by the tendrils of the night.
I am a skyward architecture of the first and a budding of the second.
At times, I traverse strange pathways,
Together, we seek redemption.
August 30, 2025.
Walking under a tall sycamore tree,
I heard a bird tweet, "I'm stuck. Set me free!"
So I struggled to the branch where she sat ~
but the second I got there ~ she did scat!
That's the last last time I'm gonna fall for something like that!
Wind blows
Fall's leaves
around.
Tumbling
without
mumbling
a sound.
The tree
then grieves
its loss.
Watching
them tossed
upon
the ground.
Autumn
zephyrs
bluster
as leaves
fluster,
wither
and die.
Nature's
last call
sends them
twirling.
swirling
alone...
goodbye.
When facing a wall of fear and pain, I stand.
Laughing, as hope and calm slip from my hand.
I climb tree branches, easily, swiftly and timely.
Each thread a steady beam that holds me upright.
Up in the canopy, I cheer up, and start to sing,
A hymn of praise that only being there can bring.
I rise higher, holding trunk and bough with delight.
Each fork a foothold lifting up into the light.
I rejoice in the chaos of tangled twigs and leaves,
That encases me with living walls, roofs and eaves.
Their whispered voices rustle solace in the breeze.
Bringing peace and joy, untangling my spent unease.
A careless slip — I lose my grip and start to slide.
But the tree clutches me, with a sudden, saving guide.
It breaks my fall and sets me softly onto the ground,
Its roots bear and steady me — till deep peace is found.
I wish I knew how acorns grew
Into a mighty oak,
But I’ve no clue and nor do you
Nor any other folk.
For certain seeds fulfill their needs
Yet take so long to grow
That, unlike weeds, our human speeds
Of life are much too slow.
We might take heart and see how smart
Are seedlings as they sprout,
But we’ll depart before they start
Their skyward branching out.
a leaf is sixteen colors of green
often unseen, often unseen
bark of her tree is several colors too
my artistic eyes surmises brown and blue
Where the pale moon's laying,
Every tree flickers
Her apple poison shading —
Not every kiss is sweet,
~ Snow White ~
She's still chilled asleep
my
ties
rise
Where the pale moon's laying —
Snow White
Rise
I love trees…think of all the things they give us…
all the things without them we would lack…
I only wish we humans gave the trees
as many reasons to love us back.
I wish it could be said we were all a little more like the trees
when our time on Earth is done…
because even the smallest trees spread their arms in welcome…
while offering shade and shelter to everyone.
In vanity, we inquire into the empty heavens
And witness only birds hunting
In vanity, we dive into the sea and the earth
And discover just bones rotting
In vanity, we read the writings of the learned
And find their footsteps decaying
Within you, behind all the clothing of words
Look, and behold the eternal tree of knowledge
Whose fruits are mankind's untainted ideas
And rests within our hand's reach, beyond the world's edge
Inspired by a passage from "The Principles of Human Knowledge" by the Irish philosopher George Berkeley, near the end of the work's introduction.