Wooded Poems | Examples

Wooded Autumn Smile

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 quiet farewell to summer's warmth.
I catch it as a gift.

How strange, this silk
between bird, leaf, and human
this quiet belonging that holds
as frost approaches.

What is this feeling
but love's quiet whisper?
This moment
but life itself, distilled
to its essence?

And now, having tasted
this wild sweetness
how will you carry
your one precious life?

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

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

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

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

Quonset On a Wooded Edge

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

Down That Wooded Path

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 to the
birds upon the boughs, the trickle of traveling waters and
harmonic bliss has reduced the blare of horns to sweet music.

a croaking frog 
sits by the lake
wildflowers

Night sounds sing me to sleep beneath crystalline stars;
a shimmering sky overhead plays out its night scenes across the
stage of the dreamtime.  Nature’s children are safe in their slumber; nocturnal ramblings build their memories.

oak and ash
are safe havens
hardwood homes

Peace is every single step when you are in harmony with Gaia.  Down that wooded path lay the passionate play of Elysian existence.  I come here to find me.



3-11-2020
STRAND CHOICE C,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand

A Wooded Trail

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 and bushes were lush and green.
So dense, that there was a hush all around.
I walked on, feeling so serene.
Beautiful and peaceful, this place I have found.

I heard the sound of trickling water nearby.
I looked around and found a natural spring.
It came from the mountains, a fresh water supply.
Nature has given us everything.

The sunlight was beginning to fade.
It was time to leave this special place.
What beauty this day had displayed.
I am leaving with a wistful smile on my face.

Seeking Out Nature's Pristine Wooded Views

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 and restart.

Remain quiet, listen as the woods speak;
as its critters may scurry to and fro.
Look behind this curtain, taking that peek,
in awe you will see a majestic show!

Nature's wonders, man has yet to see all.
To free your spirit, just answer its call.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2016


Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	105

A Paradise of Beautiful Wooded Seas

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 scurry all about.
Man invades and sometimes even asks why
"Are we made God"- with a futile shout!

Natures splendors dare to tell a tale.
About earth and sky- Heaven and Hell.

R.J. Lindley
July 9TH, 1978 

Note- Sonnet from ages ago.

Wooded Paths - Visual 1

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

Wooded Cottage of Highwayman

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 cellar pilfered contraband



Per chance drifter did the terrain assay
And chose that toilsome, forsaken way
A spartan welcome hauteur did convey
No lodgings, accoutrements could sway
If for grace, mercy they did pray
Only a cold shoulder he did relay
If they tested his temperance and sued for trite parley
He reconnoitered their belongings through wordplay
If no net value they were beguiled to betray
Their worthless lives he did indignantly slay

Into a Wooded Bog

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 
peacefully I've chosen this spot 
because this log has been mine for years 
all the time I walk through the forrest 
I always end up here

this log is nothing special 
but special it is to me 
for it looks over the lake 
in which I knew since three 
its been there when I was sad, 
and made me happy again 
and when I'm on this log
there's nothing better than that

a peaceful place in the forrest 
away from bustles of the day 
is the best spot for someone like me 
to wash her worries away.

Wooded Destinies

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 and again.

A Wooded Trail

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 Him
He wants to talk
if you'll let Him in.

This Wooded Path

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 my lips had not yet graced its skin
But it’s too late
And we’re already walking home

The Wooded Zoodle

Have you met the Wooded Zoodle?
          To what can it compare?
      It walks upon it’s crooked legs;
           It’s back covered in hair.

       So empty are it’s beady eyes,
             Akin to a great white;
        It lurks in wooded shadows,
      To never be seen in the light.

     The Zoodle eats the ugly things,
       That humans toss at whim;
     It eats the clippings of your toes,
    And saves your deadened skin.

    So if you like to walk the woods,
            Don’t ever go alone;
  It waits to taste a fresh new finger,
         Or eat your funny bone.

 The Zoodle doesn’t like grown ups,
        For they’re too big to eat;
       So if you go a-wandering,
     Bring one to watch your feet.

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