Roots Tree Poems | Examples
These Roots Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Roots. These are the best examples of Tree Roots poems written by international poets.
When the sudden dust storm blows,
And the numbing winds start to rise,
Plant your feet and let roots expand,
Keep your eyes upon the skies.
Branches bend, but do not shatter; leaves
Will fall, but life remains. Brave the storm
For your own sake, Sunlight ensues all the
Rains.
Stand your ground and hold your head,
Weather every quick-freeze and frost.
No matter what the direction ahead, no
True strength is ever forfeited.
Through many generations
Roots have forged strong bonds
that overlap each other deep in the earth
I am the oldest,
not untouched by the outside world
beauty and decay
Mixed with nostalgia and lush forest
children's play and laughter
When I look back
in slightly blurry images
No echo in the forest anymore
silence reigns
The city is growing faster than my family
the crystal ball cannot predict the future
“My crown exults with the morning sun.” — The Poet Tree
A bird perches on my branch and leaves
while an insightful dog barks at my inner bark
as the elephant slowly approaches
Around my trunk the elephant wraps his trunk
straining to wrest the rest of me from
my roots, while the flora and fauna root for
the victor they are leaning toward…
either the elephant as it leans forward
or me, as my branches lean sunward
Tired, the elephant lumbers away from my lumber
the insightful dog still barking at my inner bark
as the owl arrives to contemplate root causes
I rose when mountains were still young,
when dawn had yet to find its tongue;
the world was quiet, shadows sprung~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
I felt the first storm carve the sky,
heard gods in thunder passing by;
their murmurs stitched into my cry~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
Your mortal heart beats soft and brief,
yet stirs my roots with joy and grief;
I cradle both like ancient leaf~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
So rest beneath my ageless frame;
your fleeting life and my endless flame;
we meet, and nothing stays the same~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then, in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
Don’t chop down,
nor be quick
to tear her down,
limb by limb.
Your lumbering fever,
at task. Won’t last!
Move your harbinger
out of my yard.
I feel your heartbeat,
pressed upon.
I link my hands,
to embrace
your bark.
Grandkids, sing
and dance
near your roots:
Similitude ovation
of generations.
My forest is small,
only to you all.
For me, it has
a Tinman’s heart.
The leafy surround,
swooshing in Summer
storms, whirligigging
in Autumn chill.
I peek at the moon;
it’s a game of over
and under. Her brightness
contrasts with dark limbs.
Always and forever,
even if I must go -
must I make like a tree
and leave one day?
I’ll find true trees
in paradise. No serpents,
to supplant you.
Slender sapling sprouts budding
from the sub-soil seed,
trembles in the convivial wake
of the bracing breeze.
Forking boughs flutter like verdant wings,
nascent leaves look up sparkling
to the rising sun of promise,
soaking them with sheen of a new life.
Turning seasons bring rain and shine,
strong roots grip the ground firmly.
It grows up in the air of heightened pride,
endures the turmoil of storms
to reach the sapphire sky,
encase the nectar of dreams
within the craving trunk.
When from the spring air love drips
flowers bloom in the tree of life.
The sap of bliss flows in the soul,
designs the vibrant art of living.
the old-growth forest gathers close to me
its presence deep and singular, I’m told~
a living soul in every shadow’s plea
tree roots hold hush of ages in their calm
their silence steady, ancient in their hold
a quiet strength that settles into psalm
light through tall elders filters soft and bright
soft as God’s hand upon my spirit’s fold
guides my heart with unassailable might
and in that stillness wisdom leans in grace
a breath of truth, such open-hearted gold~
as God draws near filling the woodland space
The taller a tree rises
The deeper its roots do sink
To brave the wafts of wild winds;
The higher a man mounts up
Lower his grips need descend
The ground of humility.
Along life's cycles grew my rundown tree
It's roots charting young love that drained away;
Where branches limp no longer fancy-free
To wane against past ardent summer day.
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
Oak tree stands tall
Roots grip the stones
Sky it has known
Sun shines above
Shade brings relief
To men in grief
On firm branches
Birds build their nest
At dusk to rest
Storms it has faced
Winds rush and roar
It withstands more
Emblem of strength
It endures gales
Amidst the vales
Silent it waits
Seasons will turn
Lessons we learn
The ice storm came in January
And gave her the face of a weeper.
Weighed down, nearly to the ground,
We knew that her roots grew deeper.
However, she was completely covered with
Ice, and her trunk was split at ground level.
We questioned if she would even survive.
But she soon convinced us that she was here
To stay, even when ice stood in her way. She
Knew that God was on the inside, and she was
Ready to produce healthy fruit and thrive.
In short order, by late Feburary, she spoke
With the resounding voice of new spring life.
Her pink blossoms said, "Hello, I'm alive and well. Peaches will be arriving by mid-July".
Speaking of Dew 2-12-26 Sponsor Nette Onclaud Option #2 Tears of Dew (Jueju) 5 or 7 words per line
The mother tree sends out roots that produce "daughters" in a "fairy circle." These "daughters" live on and produce more trees even when the "mother tree" is gone.
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Tears of Dew
redwood titans reach for coastal dewy teardrops
clear crystalline pearls decorate their feathery boughs
roots entwine saving dews for parched summers
mother tree lives through daughter's fairy circle
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sheltering oaks bend~
whispers cradle the still lake,
roots drink storms like wine