Let's find peace in the woods
as September whispers
the euphony of fall
her songs like liquid gold
colour the woods auburn
leaves drape an earthy tone
rustling through shifting winds
Placed second
20/September/2025
LET'S SOAR WITH THIS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
When the going gets tough
A fond retreat awaits
Where firs and pines nestle
Yearning for an embrace,
A sigh, and a deep breath
Bathing in dappled light
And warmth of gratitude.
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“Let’s Soar With This Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Posted 20th Sept, 2025
I find peace in the woods,
love to explore fall paths;
all the tangled hued ways.
My mood deeply tranquil
for fallen leaves soaring;
mother trees reaching out~
letting go forever !
Shall we pause our struggle
and hush our harsh voices?
Let's take a quiet break,
open our abused ears,
and find peace in the woods,
abandoning our strife,
and finding our true place.
The woods are nature's gift~
a world all of its own
of vines and graceful trees
with winding streams that flow.
Neath melodies of birds,
breathe in the mystic air~
as peace does reign within.
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serenity's hushed song
wooded forest beckons
clothed in green, great arms wave,
benediction of leaves
their embrace welcoming
pulse of woods beneath me
peace—slow, unfolding grace
Let's find peace in the woods
away from city strife.
Stillness and solitude
for now will serve us well.
With calmness, we will just
unwind and decompress.
Amidst nature, we're blest.
shadows are running
breaking bones under foot.
arm twisting branches snap
smearing their scent on contact.
resin oozes as blood,
the pungent sap tickles my nose hairs.
a rustling voice whispers movement.
the fresh earthen breath kisses mine.
my eyes peer into the hidden darkness
as I start peeling the shadows, but
stop my curiosity from going further.
crepuscular rays slice into the woods
verifying our little girl’s nightmares.
grandma’s kiss on my forehead
sets me upright, in bewilderment.
FOREST SOULS
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burst of vibrancy
leaves amber, peach, and crimson
late autumn harvest
a time of serenity
forest souls sparking to life
I ran through it.
My arms are ribbons twirling around.
There is always a spot available.
On a bench which is made up of livelihoods like mine.
But there’s something so nice about sitting down.
When there is nowhere else to sit.
This is the most splintering kind of panicking.
This bench is made of old wood.
So it’s one of those woodsy types of places to sit.
And everyone does sometimes.
It’s the most ruined, run down panicked feeling.
The last person who sat here?
I think he was a music teacher.
I can tell by the music he left in my head.
On this bench which seems to conform to my body like a couch cushion.
I think he stopped following me.
So I can fall asleep in the woods.
Wouldn’t it be weird if I kept running?
I thought so too.
PEACE BREATHES
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fall day
closes
chill wraps
around
painted woods
moon
keeps watch
Lavish yourself with inspiring surroundings
sit by the sea chat with friends
~ come walk in the woods
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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The painted woods in slumber deep reside,
while moonbeams weave where secrets softly hide.
The rocky road made good sense to get here.
Life doesn't slow down, but speeds on like fire.
She remembers how life always appeared
When the Green Man always for her enquired.
He was the one who showed felicity
Back in the woods of mythic wanderers.
It didn't matter his ethnicity
He became a mystical conquerer
Wandering through the elemental fields
Where spectral skylights sparkled at twilight,
Revealing truths so environmental,
Dreamy ancestral visions bathed in light,
Ways that can only be told in stories
By golden stars and observatories.
She heard whispers in the dark of night
Deep within the woods
Voices of the dead , she thought
Or satanic beings who roam in cloaked hoods
Standing frozen with fear , breath rapid and low
She convinced herself it was only the rustling of the trees
As she walked deeper into the darkness
A cloaked hooded figure stood watching with no intention to appease
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