Wooded Poems - Poems about Wooded

...This wooded throng of ancient trees, this green palisade of arboreal memories bid me dream with them, as I pass among there overarching spreads. If a mindful muse, were imagined, under......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...The moon dances on lonely nights, to astral beams of the clear quartz milky way~ I lay in an olive meadow designed in fragrant promises, hidden between thorns and thistles disguised as......Read the rest...

...old tree, ancient soul witness to generations whispers in the wind roots connect us to joint past weaves our futures together I enter the wooded area and am greeted by a joc......Read the rest...

... A dream of dreams, then quickly vanished. A dragon stitched through billowing clouds, A fold-up wooded paper kingdom appeared. I slowly sat up in my bed, right on my footboard it gripped. Th......Read the rest...

... The footprints in fallen snow lead to mysterious places wooded hills and open spaces steps in a journey told to know Fresh cold air awakens the mind to all kinds of things to be seen Som......Read the rest...

...Here, they sleep Freedom from the troubles of living Close to those that left before them Welcoming those that have followed In peace In this restful place S......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Snow is still falling as I enter the wooded trails. The newly clothed trees rise as white fairytale beings in the wintry landscape. The snow dances in the light, ......Read the rest...

... I approach the wooded trails and hear nothing save for my footfalls crunching in the soft snow. It is the kind of winter day that even a feather falls without drifting one way or the other.......Read the rest...

...I approach the wooded trails and hear nothing save for my footfalls crunching in the soft snow. It is the kind of winter day that even a feather falls without drifting one way or the other. The trees......Read the rest...

...I Signs of bad times ring The coming of the Elder days When old and new join together, rotting away. Is there anything left? All pray, hoping some good will stay As Earth glides into mordan......Read the rest...

...The Earth lies flat on its bare back and gazed at the universe with its empty guts with worms crawling from its side and the lava bubbling up inside. It has been there for more than a year, seekin......Read the rest...

...I zip up my jacket, pulling my beanie cap over my ears. The brisk November morn greets me as I turn north, approaching the wooded area near my home. A wintry wind sweeps across the land with a bold h......Read the rest...

...Awake another day without you here Your gift of years so precious as my wife I still can hear your voice so crystal clear That sound a treasured echo of a life I hurry out of bed to be on time W......Read the rest...

...“Stealing a Kiss” The Autumn Sky Was blue. The sun shining bright In afternoon light. I went for a walk In a nearby park. While strolling along, A park-way path, I c......Read the rest...