Woodcutters Poems - Poems about Woodcutters

...THE PIPER ......Read the rest...

...Mother nature’s trees shudder in the breeze, Clothed in ashened sky,bearing angry eye. The winds conversation with birds to flock, Branches of two trees interlock. Angry eye is sporting black, ......Read the rest...

...Baron Von Frankenstein sent me, an invitation to the ball To be held on Hallows Eve, at his castle in the great hall I had nothing planned for the night so decided to go And I thought he'd thi......Read the rest...

...sickly stickly thickly tree No one to strike you down Axes about but no woodcutters And me with a sore finger You are unsightly in my garden an ugly renegade tree I tried to rid myself of you......Read the rest...

...Soil, Don't be fertile more, Don't be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don't conceive any green more, Don't conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, ......Read the rest...

...BELIZEAN BLEND In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and Kekchi as well Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell......Read the rest...

...Your words cut- like a woodcutters axe chopping me down, blood spills onto the pine strewn floor. Exhaling words. Spoken without thought, or love, trapped in an unbreakable bubble that floats a......Read the rest...

...Some Tales of the Wildwoods Oke Iroegbu Once upon a Time It was winter And a night of bitter cold The snow lay thick upon the ground And upon the branches of the trees Two Woodcutters made t......Read the rest...

...we strolled midtown for awhile hints of sun followed us beneath the bavarian alps i was taken by the snow capped mountains creating a brilliant show of diamond crystals calmly reflecting from sto......Read the rest...

...Still here are some people who prefer darkness and prefer going to village with their wives and children. At least at the departure of electricity (Victory to load-shedding!) some people climb the ro......Read the rest...

...Soil, Don't be fertile more, Don't be a mother; Child-traffickers, like mad dogs, are moving everywhere. Don't conceive any green more, Don't conceive any forest; The blue-eyed woodcutters, like but......Read the rest...

...It’s just another story in the wind Of the naked trees with their Hollow dreams… Like the creak of the wooden door… Like the smell of fuming lumber. It’s this song that blows In the breeze W......Read the rest...