Shape Tree Poems | Examples
These Shape Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Shape. These are the best examples of Tree Shape poems written by international poets.
Sacrifice
I was one of many on the Mount of Olives and
every year produced batches of black olives.
Sweet and black, my olives were prized near and far and
my owner would always brag about his favorite tree.
I was one of the first to be planted and was king of the grove.
Till one day some strange men in strange clothes came
speaking in a language I did not understand.
Next thing I knew, they took an axe and started cutting me.
I was in pain but could not scream as I had no voice and
fell to the ground helpless as I couldn’t move.
They cut me into two long pieces and carried me away.
Part of me was taken to a rocky hill outside the city and
part of me was given to a man who was beaten and bloody.
He was forced to carry me through the crowd thronged streets
being yelled out and whipped by these strangers each time he fell.
He finally brought me to the hill and I was nailed together
in a strange shape and he was nailed to me.
I watched as hid blood stained my fibers and saw him
slowly die, cursed by those who watched.
My last crop was the greatest as this humble tree gave
all for the Son of God.
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I
am
a green
Christmas
tree aglow blinking in the
darkest night
decorated with lights and ribbons
angelic star at the top
and gifts at the base.
I see smile on each and every face
in the happy season of love
when the light of hope shines
bright and spreads the festive magic in the cold air
as the wafting snowflakes weave motifs outside
the joy of warmth from inside of me I share
with you
so deeply
immersed
delighted
in merry
Xmas time
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*Tree*,
*I am*.
*Sprouted at*,
*the dull back yard*.
*When I’m full of life*,
*Men for shade, come to me*.
*When I'm laden with flowers*
*They greatly admire and love me*.
*When I bear luscious and tasty fruits*,
*They stone me and hurt me merciless*.
*Please know, I'm your friend*.
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When I
shed my
leaves,
they
curse
Me.
When
I grow
hefty,
they
cut me.
How sad
is my plight.
Have pity on me!
Bounteous bosom,
In cool dazzling rime,
One posy poem in a ring
Breath freely my dear friend
Read the poem and go waddling
Here, some sweet ziziphus spina christi
From a wild natural tender tree,
For you and some to the kid
Ripe fresh from its mama
You who found first
Ere all the jewel
A Conifer
A
Blue Spruce
Born from a cone
Green leaves shaped like needles
Inhale deep draughts carbon dioxide
Provide places for wrens and chickadees to hide
Sticky sap exuded from the bark leaves a fragrant scent
Cones fall to the ground, the seeds of the next generation
Brown branches support long strands of twinkling Christmas lights
Gnarled
Trunk
With
Bony
Fingers
Of
Roots
Three times it happened, all connected,
Transcending time and space,
Ignited by the key ingredients -
A tree and sky above my face.
Looking up through skeletal winter branches,
The leaves had dropped off of each bone,
The third time I was with a cherished friend,
The others, I was alone.
Rock 'n roll poets played the stinging soundtrack,
Very clear, yet very low.
The second time the music played in my head.
The others were the stereo.
Above, a patchwork of blue polygons,
Each a different shape.
My eyes traced the branching borderline.
What I'd caught could not escape.
Those bare boughs and branches were the border
Of my roots in the earth below
And the greater spiritual universe
As time was moving slow.
I was no longer lost, no longer running,
Gazing skyward, I was found.
The quiet energy in me was stunning
As I looked up from the ground.
I saw that I was sad, but not bewildered.
Yet, too, I was wild, and I was free.
I was young and I was old, feeling bleak and cold,
But I was real, and it was me.
It can take time to find
words to fit a thought,
come together in a link
to make known what was
just a shapeless notion,
a shadow trying to free itself
from the dark. Perhaps
a childhood hurt clawing
its way out, knotted feelings
slowly unraveling into names.
A desire let loose
from an ache.
Or simply a tree growing
into its dream, once cramped
in a seed and sunk deep
under the earth, it pushes
towards the light to unfold
itself in form. Existence
written in trunk, bark, branch
and leaf. We are all trying
to find a shape to fit us,
growing into time and space,
some with certainty
others beset by doubt,
willingly or unknowingly
being pulled
towards the light.
X
MAS
T R E E
Hand in hand
When our hearts
Beat in rhythm there's
Replacements if we think
Xmas is a fun time every year
Too bad it couldn't be all year long
HAPPY
HAPPY
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I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my death,
a symbol of Christmas, twinkling in the living room.
My branches like a quiet violin crying, you can hear them falling
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all these years, trembling in the wind, the sun, the rain
and snow. My reward for being majestic is my death ... how cruel!
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then ... in the Spring my roots felt the black earth and I dug deeper.
Outside my window it does stand, a guardian so grand.
Larger than most, older it seems, is the tree evergreen.
Sinewy bark and leaves do grace a silent sentinel in place.
Year long shade it does cast while other trees do not last.
Perfect shape for a perfect tree the deepest color I see.
Before I was the tree did be and will remain after me.
*
I
am
a green
Christmas
tree aglow blinking in the
darkest night
decorated with lights and ribbons
angelic star at the top
and gifts at the base.
I see smile on each and every face
in the happy season of love
when the light of hope shines
bright and spreads the festive magic in the cold air
as the wafting snowflakes weave motifs outside
the joy of warmth from inside of me I share
with you
so deeply
immersed
delighted
in merry
Xmas time
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The Shape of Trees Now Past Prime
The shape of trees now past prime,
Bent by the wind, have lost their green.
Grotesque forms, gnarled and withered,
Wildly express senescence.
Along shores, disfigurements lean,
In summer’s heat and winter’s freeze.
Sucker shoots sprout up from roots,
Desperately grasping for life.
Playful tease as in sleight of hand
Where waves beckon, “Come explore the land.”
The trees bend as age quells support
From impaired health and dying will.
the
ink of
my pen flows
on a blank page,
w e a v i n g t a p e s t r i e s
o f e m o t i o n a l t r u t h s
that come from my heart and soul;
p a i n t i n g i m a g e s i n t h e m i n d,
j u g g l i n g m e t a p h o r s...ah, poetry!
my i m a g i n a t i o n, a b i r d in flight!
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4th May 2023
A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie,
Simple in its English name, yet rich in its legacy.
My lowly view,
Navigating slippery slopes, salamanders in their hue.
They dart in and out of holes, in the clay they seek Refuge,oid debris, their world they won't subdue.
The forest boasts of many kinds, each with its unique feature,
The young maintain their heritage, with the plantation as their teacher.
Expecting watchful eyes, some wear their feelings on their face,
Their composure reveals their thoughts, their feelings they can't erase.
In nature's design, many depend on the old oak's shape,
Each creature with a purpose, none existing out of place.
Some salamanders are short, thick-headed and round,
Living and dying inside the wooden cavity they've found.
Others, with huge heads, delve deeper inside,
Breathing in the oak's heritage, rooted and never denied.
And as she watches from afar, she can't denie that those large
Head's can't get inside of what she feels inside.