Willows Poems | Examples

Willows In The Wind

We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile, 
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."

The Willows Weep

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                                  p 
                                     s
                            beneath 
                    frost-laced
          velvet firmament

Why Weeping Willows Weep

Mankind in all his stupidity and greed is slowly destroying our beautiful earth, the warnings are there but he chooses to ignore them. 
Quote by poet. 


I sat down under the cool shade of some weeping willow trees,
a babbling brook flowed nearby and was so soothing to hear.
I felt totally relaxed then I fell asleep and started to dream. 
So, I asked the trees a question why is it that you all weep?
one said" We weep because of the way man treats mother earth, 
he cuts down her forests because of greed causing climate change,
he dumps rubbish in her great oceans and is killing all her wildlife,
and causes great conflicts because others don't share his views. 
So, you see my friend we don't have much to be happy about".
A plane flying overhead finally woke me up from my deep sleep.
It troubled me what I'd dreamt and as I walked away, I wept with them.

Forever by your side

Oh, my beloved, 
I've been searching for you all day long.
Since the day we met, 
I've been deeply in love with you. 
I've been craving your presence, 
Dying every day as I wait for you.
I've been utterly consumed!

I sense that you've been with me telepathically,
Sending me signs!
I feel like you're the only king of my heart,
Capable of ruling the universe. 
You're the only one who can conquer the world.

You told me that everything's possible 
when we unite! 
You revealed that there's another life 
Beyond what we can touch or see.
You've proven that you're the only one 
Who can truly reap the world's rewards! 

I know, you love me unconditionally.
Yet, you struggle to reveal your true identity, 
Fearing I'll leave you forever.
Sometimes, you think of leaving me 
When you see me with someone.

But know this, my love: I'll always be by your side.
Trust me, darling. Trust me, darling.

Burnham Lake

The weeping willows
Surrounding the lake,
With curtain-like branches
Sheltering lovers,
Are like a shroud
Hiding a mystery
Only those who ever loved
Could truly fathom.

The placid water
Awakens gently
When a wooden swan
Passes by. The parted waves
Remix but they’re not
The same as they had been:
Like my heart when you came
Into my life--

And later left.

*Burnham Lake is the most prominent feature of Burnham Park in Baguio City, Philippines, named after the American architect Daniel Burnham, who designed the city during the American occupation of the country.

Personification to Fantasyland

Pages flying
Thunder clapping
Sun shining
Hearts breaking
Snowflakes dancing
Willows weeping
Wind whistling

It's all personification- but what if we switched them around:

Pages whistling
Thunder flying
Sun clapping
Hearts shining
Snowflakes breaking
Willows dancing
Wind weeping

Sounds like fantasyland- maybe that's where elves make toys, fairies fly, dwarves mine, trolls sing and dance, and gnomes do... whatever gnomes do.

Willows Setting

Willow trees wave gently on the stream. 
In the breeze, casting cover for hiding fish. 
Thin trees float readily as if lost in a dream.
If only a breeze would bestow my wish.

The water played the lush leaves tenderly. 
making waves that sweep across a calm lake. 
Blue and green created a color so slenderly
Let us not spoil this calm scene, for God sake 

Water larvae are difficult to spot.
Lovely birds with their wings held dots.
They quietly glide by on waterways.
Disrupted mirror images of the skies.

Sunlight filtering through cotton clouds.
Everybody has different faces and sounds.
Dappled shade from the summer's sunlight.
Umbrella to shelter together, in delight.

Storms have arrived and set the mood.
Natural disasters have led to limb shrewd.
The willow remains unbowed and erect.
Head held high as it stoops to connect.

Written: May 26, 2023

Willows

in the willow trees
laying on the forest floor
with you beside me.



4/3/2023

Solace of the Willows

Solace Of The Willows

He flew the coop
Was what they said
Though I knew
Better
Was we who fled
We who cried
We who hid

I lost a dad
A dad 
I never had
A dad 
Who never cared

I still recall 
The willows
Tall
Weeping 
Weeping for us all

Blowing to the wind
Giving 
Swaying
Whatever comfort 
It can

At the doorstep 
Of our new home
Told 
You’re not welcome
Told 
We must go

Broken
To shattered
Then scattered about
"He flew the coop”
While we all bailed out

Bill MacEachern 
03/24/23

Burnham Park Haikus

Weeping willows stand
As silent as sentinels:
Children’s laughter rings.

The sun’s golden show'rs
Filtered by weeping willows--
Dazzling dance of light.

The lake’s calm waters--
Picture of serenity
A boat passes by.

Weeping willows stand
Beside the lake’s still waters
Sheltering lovers.

The much trampled grass
Wet with rain from yesterday
Looks verdant today.

Scores of bicycles
Plying the same narrow route
Some fast, some slow, some -----.

A sea of faces--
Some real, some blank, and some masked
But which one am I?

Children play, shout, run
The air echoes their laughter
Longing fills someone.

Mole and Rat Locate Portly Otter Junior

I
Mr. R. was in rapt reverie
Mr. M rowed the boat
A last minute rescue mission
For otter gone over, for a Piper
Not Pied, but he may as well have been
Lured the junior from Mr. Portly O.
Otter senior, according to K. Grahame

II
Before messrs R & M (rat & mole) that is,
Found the young otter who'd gone missing
Causing grief to all back home, & Dad -
They found God: Awe, Presence, Friend & Helper
Led by the piping of a heavenly Piper
In the chapter of WIND IN THE WILLOWS named:
The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
If a Rat & Mole can find God through Music,
What's your Excuse (no pressure, LOL!)

III 
President Teddy Roosevelt wrote the author, 17 January 1909, from the White House, that he had come round to liking the (third) book by Kenneth Grahame. Most readers & critics, & the public resisted liking this book because of his earlier success (with two children's stories). Grahame's Rat, Mole, Badger, Toad, and Otters have become widely accepted & loved. Better late than never. Thx Teddy Bear Prez. (Prez. TR founded the US Wildlife Refuge system)

Willows

WILLOWS

Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping 
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So set like rows of tears
In a passion of falling
Over the contours 
Of Mother Nature’s cheeks..
Inviting my spirit to sympathetically
Identify
The symbolic, extending 
Willows grown within me,
Created to mature
With all the stories and storms
Of my life’s passing seasons.


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(c) sally young eslinger 6/25/22
Thanks be to God

Inside the Heart of Housman

Beyond the moor and mountain crest
In valleys green and still
Ten thousand times I've done my best
And all about the idle hill.

When first my way to fair I took
Beneath the blue of day
For willows in the icy brook
In valleys miles away.

When in the moon the long road lies
And down the sighing wind in vain
Spent in star-defeated sighs
And what's to show for all my pain?

Oh, when I was in love with you
To-morrow I shall miss you less
The knot that makes one flesh of two
For a faith the world confessed.

Pussy Willows

Pussy Willows

Among the wild cattails marsh,
Wetlands mire and morass harsh,
Pussy Willow buds appear
In warm grey fur chase off winter’s jeers.

Close to streams they sink deep roots
Laps up milk of streamlet’s fruits
Vernal purr of perfection
Sacred siren of Resurrection.

2-8-22
Contest: A Poem Crafted In the Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Syllable count 7779.  According to Robert Lindley poem can be rhymed or unrhymed.

What Wind Blows In Your Willows

What wind blows in your willows now?

What moves your leaves
nubile as they are now

Here inspiring is this the year
 of our new freedom

We are unfurling.....
Our chlorophyll is stretching to catch
 the new gift of being with other people
We are growing greener
bigger than ourselves
 larger again
Will your leaves throw shade
or be respite for others

We are colors suddenly bursting forth 
in generosity to allow the rainbow
We grow

Enjoy making it beautiful for everyone

Will you hug people more often 
now that you can again

Or still throw shade

How deep have your roots run down 
into the dark earth during this cold hard time

Did growing roots deeper and darker 
and further down make you 
a better person

Or are you shallow sucking water from the surface of things

I'm breaking open like a flower
I cannot wait to give and be given to again

I want to throw my arms wide open 
and be washed in the water of living

The sunset is far more beautiful now
and my friends are yet more precious even than before
I will be " open as the sky"
Regretting nothing and remembering only 
what was good

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