Trees Poems - Poems about Trees

The roots do not grow alone. They twist in the dark, searching for each other, feeding off the same dirt, the same rain-soaked silence like we do. Quiet and craving. The trunk is not proud because it stands tall. It is proud because it holds the weight. Cracked and groaning under years of storms. It never breaks,...

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"We must say, goodbye to winter but do not be sad. It will come back again next year with a big smile and plenty of snow. Now we welcome Spring to enjoy." By Poet Winter can be very cold, the wind will sing and be very bold. The ground is covered with fluffy snow, to play in as the...

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Trees’ leaves were ripped off, leaving nakedness behind with teasing winter:- Nude trees not ashamed as winter winds teased them; their hope barked in spring:- Through thrusting winter, naked trees never gave in; waiting coming leaves:- ...

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Today I’m grateful for trees who have been around for ages And today I’m also grateful for what wisdom of the sages… The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago… that’s what the sages say But if we didn’t plant one 20 years ago…no worries. The sages remind us second best time to plant a tree… why…that would...

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You’re in the garden, playing ball with Pippa In half an hour you’ll have your evening meal The green of grass is glowing slightly deeper I’m playing solitaire and thinking if you feel Same as I am, before I press the phone sign After three rings I interrupt the call You’re calling back, and so we are online How was your day,...

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A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog Foaming magma...

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dancing in the wind, a stillness rushing thoughts, tis’ mental illness? breaking through the peace in soft light gusts pause over the ghostly night songs awash with flowing feelings the hand of God, posing healings amazing love makes it alright gusts pause over the ghostly night trembling gusts of wonder and hope rustling over hearts so they’ll cope this music will surely excite gusts pause over...

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"Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending." Norton Juster **************************************************************** Sunrise...

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Visibility is low, wear a bright vest, Cycle with lights on, caution is best. Stay on the bike path across the Tappan Zee The Hudson's below, but you can't see You can't see the water, the fog is like a wall It might be a blanket, it might be a pall You peer through glasses...

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Listening through the surrounding trees. Sound of whispers heard from a slight breeze. Cries heard in the distance, as the breeze comforts The leaves. Words joined together while starting to hear, how the leaves Fear the airs no-more clear, feeling for the leaves as-if nobody believes. In a still small voice it whistles an sings. The song of hope lies within the trees, as the...

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surrounded by trees baby deer is curious mama lays hoof down...

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Flammable I’m nor dry tinder, Scare me nor threaten of lightning, Past autumn and chilly winter, I look forward to the next spring. I’m already left with few leaves, Let worst of autumn’s fall arrive, Go not by my dry woody frame, The tree in me is all alive. What if covered I’m with this frost, Just around the corner is sun, I...

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Barked with nature's firm hope, Branches of nature's strong faith, Sappers of nature's sweet love:- Embers of crucufixion, Leaves of reesurrection borne:- Roots bearing tribulations: Trunking annunciation:-...

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I couldn't see her forest for her trees. I couldn't see her knickers for her knees. I couldn't see the lightening of her thunder, No! Nothing of her top and nothing from down under ~ though I pleaded with her to show it to me ~ please!...

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Lovely, windy breeze goes round and round, bringing us the thought of joy... Silver rays of the shining sun, kissing our joyful faces and sharing the beauty of the day... Giant tree men bow to all of us, shaking their colorful tree heads... Bloomed charming flowers smile with us, whispering the secret of love... What a precious moment... " Oh, look at those seagulls, they...

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