Wooded Poems - Poems about Wooded

I stand at the wooded edge where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave its yellow heads nodding in agreement. A chickadee perches its heart a tiny drum of joy echoing the forest's pulse. In this moment a smile radiates— not mine but the earth's— a ripple spreading a gentle caress touching all it meets. A maple leaf lets go red-gold luminous spinning down in a silent dance a...

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While the fields and plains Prepare for floods The cold of fall and Shortened days I employ my mind to wintery things Preparation of a post autumn gloom A drizzle of truffle oil upon the pheasants enough to cause a tease Coupled up with someone I love To inspire a sweet Romance...

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While the fields and plains Prepare for floods The cold of fall and Shortened days I employ my mind to wintery things Preparation of a post autumn gloom A drizzle of truffle oil upon the pheasants enough to cause a tease Coupled up with someone I love To inspire a sweet Romance...

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While the fields and plains Prepare for floods The cold of fall and Shortened days I employ my mind to wintery things Preparation of a post autumn gloom A drizzle of truffle oil upon the pheasants enough to cause a tease Coupled up with someone I love To inspire a sweet Romance...

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There are times when the spirit just needs a decent rest; the grinding of a city’s wheel upon the soul, leaves dusty debris in its wake. Peace of mind seems elusive at that point. I seek the solace that is nature. nature has her way of soothing the soul serenity trails Just one tranquil hike along the lakeshore, listening...

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I was walking down a wooded trail. Sunlight filtered in through the trees. I came across a weathered fence, post and rail. The fence held a hive of noisy, busy bees. I looked across an open field. There stood a beautiful white-tailed deer. The buck used the bushes as a shield. I moved a bit, he then ran off in fear. The trees...

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,It's like some long lost fairy tale That's handed down through time But couldn't be, as you will see For this strange tale is mine. I chose to take a country road I do from time to time To enjoy the crisp cool English day Then later a choice wine. I often wear my beaver hat Today I did the same A sharp...

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Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views In forested glen, deep serenity rests take your aching soul there for hours to hide- Away from this hectic world's many tests, Solitude, medicine for this world's ride. Seeking out Nature's pristine wooded views one may find treasure for a wounded heart. Life is so hard, so best you dare to choose a hidden spot to recharge...

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A Paradise Of Beautiful Wooded Seas In that certain wilderness -There abides An unyielding force to thwart pain. Where misery fails and comfort resides And life flourishes in Nature's gain! Invisible hand- Firmly holds the keys And serenity there always prevails. A paradise of beautiful wooded seas Where moves Time and Age, slow as snails! Softly the gentle hours float- Into Sky As furry critters...

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Time warps through wooded paths where dulcet melodies await, nature's blissful song brings beauty...

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Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland The etched path sculpted by intemperate hand No manicured garden on the scrubby strand Briers and brambles errant straggler must withstand Thatched clapboards stable his stallion firebrand Unruly swine garnish acorns from scraggly wasteland Buried deep in his...

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I walked through the sunshine into a wooded bog where lily pads are home to frogs where the night sky shines on the lake below where the winter breeze blows over a fresh new snow I walked down the path where no one could find me beyond the hidden branches sits a log where I'm hiding...

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The sun-bleached exoskeletons of old dead trees stand like sentries along the towpath riverfront exfoliated and gangling. In a former age they stood tall, grandiose to all passerby’s but they too are dead to recall their once impressive colossi. Eventually these remains will meet their final destinies: to fall-never to rise again- among forgotten progenies; yet many springs have passed since then each sprouted trees, time...

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Sun is shining Birds are singing Peace in my heart that nature's bringing. Life's too fast many places to be I want to slow down and take time to see. Just what I've missed rushing here and there take time to listen and just breathe the air. There is a gift in a wooded trail God will meet you and put wind in your sail. So take the time to walk with...

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This wooded path Is neither dark nor light And it leads me to chaos Too many people have been hurt here before And I refuse to sign my name to the list Still, I travel on, in mixed company Awaiting our imminent arrival And now, I have tasted of a succulent fruit for the first time He would have shared it with me If...

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