Trees Poems - Poems about Trees

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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I have pretty trees and ugly trees The cottonwoods don’t make me sneeze All the rest are horrible for me Stirring up my leafy allergy...

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Notice how the trees sway with the rhythm of the wind. Though stripped of green, their branches dance as if crowned with leaves— unbothered by the eyes of humanity, unashamed of their winter-bare truth. I wish I held such courage, such rooted confidence. For I too have faced the hollow season, where silence wraps around the bones of who I am. When spring comes...

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Honeysuckles commandeered my yard Ten in a row, watching this old bard They grow renegade, their roots are super deep. Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep....

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The wind and the trees made an awful sound. One moved fast, and one stood his ground. The tree had enough of that gale and his mouth. That bluster blew by and went South....

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Written: June 05, 2025, For contest by Brian Strand *********************** days i*n*c*r*e*asing l~o~n~g~e~r \|/\|/ ...

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Summer Hiku 25 twitting d ~o ~v ~e ~s on trees gentle and soft p ~u ~r ~r ~s of love~ f –e –e –l –I –n –g -s of freedom. ...

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FEAR NOT THE BULLET HOLES LEFT INSIDE MY LARGE PLANTS AS MY NEIGHBOR ENJOY DRINKING A COLD BEER SITTING WITH HIS DOG LICK WAITING ON A TIME TO KILL I CALLED THEM MY JAN 6 NEIGHBORS BECAUSE THEY CRUSHED OUR FLAGS BROKE INTO OUR HOME ON VETERANS DAY WE MOVED OUR FLAGS TO THE...

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Roaming the city or country roads Only the wind in our hair And grass between our toes Daring to walk feet bare The country side is beautiful Red roses and trees so tall In a minute we cross city road People everywhere having a ball...

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Ramble Through a Birch Forest the path is straight and narrow not a rock in the way birches as far as the eye can see their trunks, like tall slender asparagus stalks, reach skyward their caps, leaves bunched at the top like celery I look at their white bark imagining sweet birch beer distilled or the sturdy canoes dug out of tough trunks I would like...

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Early in a damp woodsman's camp seeing sawyers from a logging town to stop the conversation bogging down as asked my age among other things I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,' then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed made a bee-line through the trees so as not to lose my noggin when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe I ducked...

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There are many times, When we are stuck, Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, And our king falls, as it is struck. At that point, The game is lost, It is over, Despite how we were flossed. There are also moments, When we need to perform it right, There’s only one chance, To match time and heart’s delight. One of those occasions, Might be to propose, At...

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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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