Undergrowth Poems - Poems about Undergrowth

Orpheus In The Undergrowth

"As the greatest of all poets and musicians,
tho' you may call me 'liar',
Hermes may have invented it
but I perfected the lyre
and with my music and singing
if only I could see
the forest for the trees
I would coax the woods to dance for me
but, on the other hand
from where I stand,
it appears to be,
looking at it from

Strolling with my Love

 Taking a stroll through the undergrowth
Back to where you and me pledged our troth
To love each other, come rain or snow
In the forest that we both love so.

It's glorious this time of the year
When the wild flowers start to appear 
And trees are proudly sprouting fresh leaves 
In a dainty dance upon the breeze.

We

Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

Her face tilted up, so serene.
Marvelling at the vastness of the blue sky
As she walks arm in arm
With her fiancé,
Glowing inside,
Basking in the aura of love.
Their union, as strong
As the tall trees surrounding them.

The fragility of life—
Two souls walking as one
As they tiptoe through the dense maze of flowers,
The sea of yellow opens up at

Poetic Appreciation of Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

Vibrant and radiant life abounds 
as lovers, sealed around devotion
thrive midst nature's care...
mindful of paradise
blest, blooming, blissful
entrusted to their stewardship
for functional optimization
they both are committed to fulfill
since trees and vegetation witnessed...
the Creator exhorted them to
"Go and multiply."*

*Genesis 1:28 And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth,

Van Gogh's Undergrowth And Two Figures

He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive

Trees and wildflowers at his side, 
paralleling nature’s  balance
and symmetrical harmony, 
as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam

In his wake, 
he sees a picture painting, 
caressing his every step along the way

Seas of yellow in his harbor 
peaking through
Where

Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

In the cold woods where shadows display,
Two figures wander in the verdant sway.
Beneath the canopy of emerald light,
They tread softly, hidden from everyones sight.

Leaves murmur secrets of times gone by,
As golden beams filter through the sky.
Their steps are hushed, their hearts beat slow,
In the undergrowth where wildflowers grow.

In Van Gogh's world of colour oh i

Undergrowth With Two Figures - Van Gogh

In luxuriant terrane of verdant sprouts
opulent golden understory unveiled,
stemmed by swerving jade blades,
entwining the pairs of legs petrified
within the maze of floral profusion.
The black figure of deviant prominence
stands out like a towering protector
in sutured closeness fused with her,
camouflaged to evade the predator.
Bare trees aligned in harmonized motif,
outline the floral boulevard for them
to walk away from

Undergrowth With Two Figures

after the painting by Vincent Van Gogh


Does she even exist? Doubting her own reality,
seeing herself vanishing in undulating undergrowth,

fading and merging into summer-scorched scenery.
But cold lurks there beneath shafts of sunlight, phallic trees...

He wears the night underneath, a fabric of dark and unease,
his hand heavy upon her arm, silver-tongued charm

smooth as the silver-limbed leafless trees,
disappearing

Undergrowth With Two Figures - Van Gogh

A couple stands side by side in a woods
among the tall slender trunks of many trees
lifting high to the sky, 
the unseen crowns of which
I can only imagine.

The man and woman’s feet 
are planted on ground
wildly overrun by white and yellow flowers
which seemingly have bloomed 
free as a breeze.

Dressed in black,  
the man resembles

Undergrowth with Two Figures, Van Gogh

brushed by the blushing Fontainebleau,
   blooming with rainless foliage,
like a poem kissed by the green…
I sigh as thoughts wander
   in saffron silence,
   in the echoing warmth
of your breathing silhouette...

we are beyond wraiths of wildflowers,
   waltzing through the wilderness,
   sipping honeyed drops of sunlight,
whilst specks of

UNDERGROWTH

     Undergrowth painted on the canvas
     showing kaleidoscope of feral flower bed.
     Simultaneous two human figures.
    Man is stepping forward 
      on shrubs, herbs !
   Do they belong to a couple or just

Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

An unpopulated place where 
poplars grow 
Unseen canopies expose 
tree trunks in a row 
Wildflowers swoon over 
undergrowth below 
As back to front figures
watch the panoramic show 

Lush vegetation evokes a 
spellbinding hue
With violet bark
to engrain their view
Don’t flee this forest
reality will go askew
Stay forever 
they may just pull through

Lost in the emerald
is a world

Undergrowth with Two Figures - Van Gogh

I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray 

with a stranger

Undergrowth with two figures

He remembered seeing the couple
Walking
In the woods
Hand in hand
It was an image that would stay with him forever
The couple
In the woods
There had been no sign of them
The couple
Hand in hand
Walking
In the woods
He remembered a time
When he held her hand
Walking
In the woods
It’s been a long time
Since they've seen the couple
Hand in hand
In the woods
He would cherish

Undergrowth with two figures-Van Gogh

In a forest glade where no shadows fall.
An emerging scene of a lovers tryst
Amid yellow broom and the elm trees tall
They embraced each other and gently kissed

She’s just a young girl, he, almost a score
Their romance is new, innocent and pure
And among the blooms on the forest floor
The fledgling pair find passionate allure 

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