Wood(A) Poems - Poems about Wood(A)

...I still remember our first talk, A memory stuck in my mind, Like a sinner to his sin, Bless the man who revealed the secrets of love, I now know I'm an addict An addict of his laughs, An a......Read the rest...

... a stroll … just a stroll … like any other numberless now, the times this path had taken her to the wood - the dark, deep wood where her memories dwelled thoughts astray in the gloaming … t......Read the rest...

...Theorist Murice Denis ounder of the 'Nablis' In his ' Muses of the Secret Wood *pieces he put into pratice his art thesis......Read the rest...

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...

...The Fable of Jesus Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't  whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned  the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew  a few phrases of gallic monks had vi......Read the rest...

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......Read the rest...

...Here's a story poem about a girl's tragic descent, imbued with dark imagery: A Broken Doll's Lament Tiny fingers, a gap in the wood, a scene etched in fright, A scream ripped from silence, shatter......Read the rest...

...On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows, April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases. Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom......Read the rest...

...confusion overtakes you as the fog swallows the leaves above leaving wind soundless when you boil the sea rain falls and yet you ask why as a child shocked by thunder hiding like a rat ......Read the rest...

... Where have all the moments gone, As fresh as a summer breeze! That kissed newborn, fresh, emerald leavees on Chicago’s trees. Whatever became of my expansive, Blond desk, that smelled......Read the rest...

...Sometimes, I wanna Talk. With her. Tell her my thoughts. But she is asleep. Or she's not, but gone. Not available to help Balance my wobble. Or I have too much To say, and worry about......Read the rest...

... We stepped in pathless wood on fading twilight. Dusty dusk with misty mask merging to night. Deep dense darkness simply slipping at slow rate. Soon t......Read the rest...

...whip-poor-will sings at daybreak.... tires burning scent someone keeps setting wood fires and putting car tires on them. I have called the forest rangers and they ......Read the rest...

...The world's oldest surviving toy, dating back to the Chalcolithic Period, approximately 7500 years old, is exhibited at the Mardin Museum in Turkey. the world oldest toy about seven thousands y......Read the rest...

...Under the storm clouds the rain starts to wash away Creating streams that carve through earth and broken stone. Sometimes everything has to be eroded and worn away so yo......Read the rest...