Willow Poems - Poems about Willow

Every rotation on your turn-table eye, Or every buzz that the radio hums: "Ah, I see, music sings through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." The green of the frail willow tree I spy, Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll: "Ah, I see, colours shine through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." Every frequent meal in...

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On a hill far, far, away there lives a dead willow tree. And if you visit there’ll be a girl, with long inky hair as deep as the darkest sky. She wears long rags that are elegant and dances in the sowllow wind. She comes every day with a beautiful dismay of light, then leaves when the sky...

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Under the weeping willow, I sit in seeping soil on my knees as I carve into trees, to engrave our love naturally— Do you do the same for me? Under the loved leaves, I lay in degloved detachment upon your feet as you attempt to leave, to sacrifice myself indefinitely— Do you do the same for me? —inspired by Love Communion in FUNK ...

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Willow whispers, draped in sage lace, Forgets the song so loud that plays, Recalls the whys that breezes hold. Where memories, like leaves, unfold, In gentle sigh of soft embrace, The river flows, with time's fixed pace, Running over the rocks and haze, Washes shadows, tales yet untold. Willow whispers. A haven sought, in this lone place, The sun descends, with fading face, Where weary hearts...

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I used to imagine stepping off the shingles of my childhood home Thought it might be poetic To end it Where it started While perched there Peaking over Waiting for the wind to catch me right I caught a glimpse of my old willow tree My dad had planted it for me I watched it grow So slow Still small now Has...

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A serene sunset paints the alluvium at the shore line in tones reminiscent of a blushing bride. The glassy surface of the lake reflects the gently swaying of a lone tree. Whispers of wind weave through the willows, sharing secrets of yesteryear. Each gentle gust carries a chorus of memories, softly sung by the wind's...

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Will you join me in the willow brands? Far from the heat of the day Where silence reigns The posse seeks to find you In the wilds of life To bring you the justice you seek Yet, will you deny your self? To the simplicity of surrender daily? Without solace in the desert You perish...

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Sitting under this Weeping Willow tree, I think of yesterdays gone by. The special times I spent with my Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry. They're no longer here, God took them to a better place, away from me. Mom said," If I ever leave, look for me in the clouds my son, that's where I'll always be." Now I...

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When I want to know how the Earth is feeling… I don’t ask the mountains, the rivers or the sea… I walk down by the lake and visit this old willow tree. Legend says (and who am I to dispute this ancient, long-held belief… that all the emotions the Earth is feeling…find their way into the willow leaf. That the...

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As I sat beneath an old willow tree, low limbs shaded me on this summer day. A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free as I sat beneath an old willow tree. Childhood memories inundated me while watching my children running in play. ...

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red clay muddy creek crab grass eating brown bare feet willow launches dreams...

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Weeping Willow tree, no sun can shine through. Nothing can grow beneath you. Because of your rapacious roots, nothing can grow around you. Your grievousness is your companion. You stand strong against strong winds, yet, you weep because no fowl will perch in your pertinacious thickness....

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Line of inquiry by contest sponsor: "instrumentalising mind, I rested thought employing it only when needed shifting to heart, I became self-taught gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded" Oh, restless mind. Why can’t you sleep? A reel of film, you roll on and on sometimes all night and into early dawn. Were I a willow, would I always weep? Oh, rattling voice inside my...

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You're truly blessed if somebody believes in you Who'll take a slap in the mouth to protect the feather in your song. who'll give up a hand so you can etch warm hearts in the sand. who'll cover your ears, when they toss burning tongues your way, then whisper the translation in willow-speak. You're truly blessed if somebody faces the...

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I wrote you poetry All it did was make you angry So now I swing from the weeping willow tree Waiting for the end of me Oh weeping willow Aren't they happy down below Time for me to reap what they sow Take the punishment and go...

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