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.
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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.
In the mind’s dim clearing
a single seed takes root~
small, harmless, almost tender,
a question you never meant
to water.
But doubt grows quickly.
It learns the shape of your fears,
drinks from every hesitation,
spreads its shadowed branches
over your brightest thoughts.
Its fruit is bitter knowing,
the kind that sours the tongue~
what if, what if, what if...
hanging heavy like overripe plums
you’re afraid to touch.
And here is the lesson:
the tree is not the forest.
Step back, breathe,
let sunlight find the leaves
you thought were closing in.
For even the Tree of Doubt
cannot survive long
when you choose to stand
in the clearing
and name it.
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silver
tinsel wrap
ped around the
christmas tree in the
living room and glass bau
bles hanging from the branch
es with white lights woven in be
tween such a soothing sight to see as
i start my early morning with some pepp
ermint hot cocoa and i just love these december
days
with
the
tree
From the nourishment of the Earth, they
grow colourful and vibrant, to cover the
naked branches of the trees.
To the trees, a blessing are the leaves.
No matter their size, colour, or shape,
together in unity they toil,
Day and night, rain or shine, purifying
the air not just for one living creature
but for all living creatures,
To the Living, a blessing are the leaves.
Withered and torn, they mingle in the
breath of a gentle breeze, one by one,
softly falling to the ground to nourish
the Earth.
To the Earth, a blessing, are the
leaves.
By Zyrool
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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!
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
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.
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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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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.
.
Look, Look
Here I stand next to
clear running stream that
feeds my leaves and mighty
trunk. A strong oak that still
is young and growing until cut
chopped purposely to build a cross
a rugged cross roughly hewn out for my
creator to be crucified
how I
wept
when
He was
nailed
then He
d i e d
W v s e d y r o s
a e F e m o t
Written: 03/18/23
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