Trees Poems - Poems about Trees

I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold I quaked in resonance with the breeze If you're young inside, you never get cold Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze I wept beneath the weeping willow It felt like the right place to cry Under its cascades I found a pillow Had a sad feeling, didn't know why. When autumn colored I found...

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Look through the trees Through the night branches Everyone sleeping Everything still. That's when I feel you, Waking and stretching Looking for me too Where would I go? I look through the trees. Through the night branches Hoping to find you See my way home. ...

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Men in tailored suits and satin waistcoats, gold watches peeking out of their pockets, walked arm in arm with women in wide skirts ~ hooped, crinolined, elegantly sculpted. Their tight corsets tease each careful traipse, leaving traces of elegance and opulence... dotting the streets at Christmastime with exaggerated silhouettes. They kissed under mistletoe ~ hung in doorways, each kiss claiming a berry until none were...

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I dearly love a good loofah indeed I do how about you I'll loofah here loofah there loofah nearly everywhere and whomever invented the loofah did an excellent thing even the name 'loofah' has a mighty fine ring but I'm willing to bet when day is done buying a loofah better yet for the price of one is definitely a twofer oh and would you be so good if you please don't...

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I took the road less traveled to hear if a falling tree with no one around (aside from yours truly) does make a sound but lost my way veered far astray and for the life of me couldn't see the forest for the trees but if I could it would feel so good not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump as then I'd be...

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Cicadas Hiku 38 ...

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They do not know I name them— the trees blackened by exhaust, asthmatic, stoic gods lining pedestrian bridges that never forget. Each leaf is a reluctant confessor. Each trunk remembers how I once pressed my palm and thought: You too are surviving this. I walk past ads that scream at no one. Past lovers who will never call again. Even the sky here has bills...

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I stand alone in natures beauty, in the woods by a trickling stream. I feel the presence of my destiny, as a repetitive eternal dream. I hear the gurgling of water, as it follows its chosen way, No worries of tomorrow, as it just flows towards the bay. My mind says, relax you’re never alone, the beauty of nature is all around. A fallen...

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Forests of Green Coniferous Trees Forests of evergreen conifers (Fir, spruce, cedar, pine, and hemlock trees) Keep their colour throughout the seasons And don’t shed foliage in autumn. Rooted in soil and basking in sunlight, They grow on hillsides and in valleys, Encircling rock outcrops, swamps, and leas, And near rivers and lakes, and on islands. These hearty trees endure nature’s throes Of cold, harsh,...

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The leaves were changing as I walked my way, All different colors they were today. I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before. A feeling of peace I couldn’t ignore. Colorful leaves fell from the tall oak trees, The flowers were alive with buzzing bees. The life in nature seemed a part of me. The creation from God for all...

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They planted trees but forgot their water. Each leaf a wrinkled newspaper clipping from a world I never subscribed to. Noise here is curated. A choir of car horns, a sermon of drills but I hear the silence between footsteps and the echo of one slippered child crossing the pedestrian overpass with rice in a plastic bag. My eyes collect forgotten wrappers, graffiti prayers, the melancholy of sky cut by...

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I meander past a rippling stream my hair blowing ...

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I am drawing cartoon trees challenging myself experimenting with new designs some have hearts, one is full of rainbows Several have faces, mostly women’s because they are easier for me than a man’s one outrageous cartoon tree is doing the splits I need a grandma tree, I think Picking up my pencil...

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Summer Breeze Hiku 33 a s -t -r -o -n -g summer breeze warm air ...

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Lost deep in an echo chamber~ where I talked and my eardrums beat ceaselessly, ricocheting voices of ghosts masked in agony, tiptoeing faintly, their feet blurred by the hallucinations roaming the night. The emptiness copied the echo of my voice and sent it far into the dark night~ where some owls were howling and some birds were bedding their young— but they all...

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