Trees Poems - Poems about Trees

It cocks an eye at me. I recall, as a boy, I stood by a window looking at a sparrow just like this one. Every feather could be the same, even the mien and stance – the same. I had never thought of myself as a tree, yet all my life I’ve been branching away from first roots. I'm still changing into something else, but not...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came Their mothers, mothers, mothers name And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names Without them,...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came Their mothers, mothers, mothers name And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names Without them,...

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Honeysuckle trees have grown all over my yard What can I do with this? Being a bard…. I counted the ones that are the easiest to see They came into our house and commandeered our TV Now a gang, they have a mascot and are wearing colors We are just the start one told me. There are many others. They demanded...

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I move like a question no one dares to ask aloud. Soft-footed. Sharp-eyed. I was born between shadows, stitched from dusk and flame— a whisper in the underbrush with teeth. You call me sly. I call it survival. I know the wind before it changes. I know the hush that means danger. I know how to vanish without meaning to. Your world is loud. Metal, smoke, hunger that swallows without...

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the avenue's trees  What is with this month of May the day is as cold as November  the leaves on the trees are full and green, yet among the mass of chlorophyll, I see many yellow and Auburn leaves. It is as if the trees think of autumn  has arrived and is prepared for winter hiatus. If I tell the plants it is because of melting...

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I lost a child She was climbing trees One blink And my eyes open To writing leftover love poems Stolen from years I can't remember And no one cares to read Their true masterpiece Lost in the trees A young girl used to play in...

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My neighborhood boasts trees so grand, Their emerald smiles stretch through the land. The Redwoods rise, so proud, so high, The palms reach wide beneath the sky. The oaks give back in countless ways, The deciduous shine in season's praise. I cherish their bond, so pure, so true, Their kindness is all they ever knew. ...

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Why to you have sides, front, back, left and right besides, betides? I'm offside, on no one's side. Why regret and hide the gnarls, scars and wrinkles on your hides? Why be ashamed of the 'love-me-dos', cut into your trunks, by strangers with sharpened blades? Why do you hide and cower in my shade and not reach up with...

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Spring Hiku 12 wrens warble on trees river r a ...

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trees are not concerned world order not their thing they happily bloom...

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the silver birch it likes to hide so as you search at eventide you find it there with many friends playing poker through the night the common oak a wise old man an aging folk since time began grandfathers of the forest they speak myth and folklore when they can the sycamore with helicopter seeds sets out its store among the weeds then grows to be big and...

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heart ~ a wild collage of gold-smeared skies pressed within oil-washed layers of breathing melancholy as leaves curled in cashmere greens trace condensed contours between ...

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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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