Wood Poems - Poems about Wood

the wood was too green above the flames the sparks danced the fire gave its warmth ...

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A knife lie in her bed, her hand rests atop the hilt. The satin maple bed frame lie bare beneath her fingers, And the aliferous knife lie skin warm in the cradle of her hand. A pile of gossamer shavings grow on her sheets, Surrounded by splinters near her pillow- concealed by soft down. She awaits the conception of a fish, Sat...

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Norway Norway is on my bucket list blonde haired beauties I want to kiss I must go to “Norwegian Wood” everyone says I really should but first I must land in Oslo hope to watch the aurora glow I will have to try some Rakfisk that sounds much better than Lutefisk ...

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There is a door no one speaks of. It is not built of stone, nor carved in the timber of old houses, but hidden deep in the marrow of the world where beginnings were never written, only uttered once by a voice that no longer is. Its wood does not creak, it sighs, like an old woman who’s forgotten why she still...

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Two Pieces of Wood From trees that grew somewhere Cut down and then sawn A carpenter chose two pieces of wood One short and one long. He joined them together In the shape of a cross For another good carpenter Whose life would be lost. On that cross, crucified, Jesus, nailed hands and feet Our precious Saviour, Crucifixion complete. “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of...

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Carpenter bee buzzing and drilling sawdust spirals down ...

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~ Ode to the risen, the followed, the crossing, when evil sits lurking mid shadows of fear Thorns in the mirror where blood slowly trickles, menacing voices, a nail and a spear Who is it calls this a Saturday sermon, punished with timbers now more than their weight Hung out to dry as the crows above circle, trust is a demon built solely...

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In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, Lies a mystery, beyond the world's display, A hidden truth, that beckons us to explore, A realm of wonder, where secrets whisper, and more. We gather, lost, without a purpose true, Breathing, living, yet unsure what to pursue, The creation story, a mystic, veiled design, Leaves us questioning, the power that's divine. I ventured forth,...

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A wet patch of wa-ter glints unusual! It was my ears that it re-flected, sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, got every-where; es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs. It didn’t matt-er, I wasn’t thirsty no more. Scurry-ing off to… what was it called again? Wooood. Yes, wood boards dis-carded, they say. May-be food? Could be,...

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As we approached gingerly to the wood two people exploring the unknown. The gate opened and we trod on fresh snow Stepping carefully on the crisp surface meandering through the trees Each branch laden with snow creating a lacy picture Silence and peace echoed around us We were surrounded by a mass of trees leading to a summerhouse. it stood with memories of...

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In life's crucible, I succumbed to a mystic trance, Where ephemeral allurements enthralled my soul's dance, The spirit beckoned, and I wandered into the heart Of "Akamara's" ancient tree, a realm of mystic art. Within its boughs, a world of wonder waited to unfold, A realm of supernatural beings, with powers to mold, Their feast was ambrosia, their waters crystal clear, A...

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a bad workman always blames his tools so that bad cut was my fault!!! ...

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I sit and look surrounded, By this subtle sounding wood. I can’t help but be astounded, That something so simple could. Am I free or grounded? What happened where I stood? These feelings have compounded, And their meanings misunderstood. ...

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My long-lost winter is here Even if it has not snowed, For by and by, woodsmoke is near Drifting slow across the road A most distinctive scent It carries to the nose, Up, up a chimney vent Where a fireplace glows Quite pleasant, yet strong This scent I do remember, Though it lasts not long From many a dying ember The season's sure sign Where a chill...

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Wonderful attributes are associated with the Chinese New Year The Wood snake brings wisdom, creativity, intuition and growth She symbolizes renewal, transformation, patience and understanding The snake’s major element is Yang fire Yang fire is associated with the sun Thus, bringing these attributes into Year 2025 Aboveboard, selfless, cordial, ambitious, righteous, foresighted The snake hour is from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. This...

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