Woods Poems - Poems about Woods

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...

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Lost in the Woods Strolling in the midst...

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Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways They are actually all different as are cats and bears Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees When working in the woods Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful” He liked to be...

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Two paths diverged into the woods, some choose the easier path. I followed my heart and chose to go straight. It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be. I’m glad I chose the harder way, It was the right choice for me. I hope that you will chose as well, Blazing a trail only you can travail. ...

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Two roads diverse in the woods, Whose road walk less untrodden. Meet in sunrise where no one see, The full bloom of summer roses. Witness the peaceful encounter Of two hearts falls in secret glib. How beautiful is the morning dew, Put in space of leaves and petals, Brush every wind that passes by. What a refreshing feeling that be When two hearts meet embrace. A...

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I took the road less traveled to hear if a falling tree with no one around (aside from yours truly) does make a sound but lost my way veered far astray and for the life of me couldn't see the forest for the trees but if I could it would feel so good not a bump on a log nor lump on a stump as then I'd be...

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If only you could see the forest for the trees it would feel so good for then as an evergreen you'd be out of the woods and if you cared for me going out on a limb tho' not on bended knee I'd ask you to become a branch of my family so near and yet so far you touched me to the roots of my heart and...

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A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods to grow the most intimate connection. Eldritch whispers through the trees, let’s scare the boys with our smile. To grow the most intimate connection, fall upon the sword of a diamond mess. Let’s scare the boys with our smile, cat-calling and out of control tweaking. Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess, crystals just...

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We went for a walk, one windy day, through the woods, and along the way, she said to me, "If you please, let's sit a while, it would make me smile, beneath these shady willow trees." Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by, in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?" And with a flirt, a lift of skirt, the lady promptly...

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Lost in the Woods Hiku 28 lost in the woods at night ...

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Conversation in the Woods Nice day. The third of June. Glittering light. Light. Just walk, walk in the paths. Forest trails. Walks. “Where are you?” I asked Satan. Silence. “Where are you? I asked the Master. “In. There. Other. On-in there. Far,” he answered. “I don’t want English psychology,” I said. “I am here. I am not an English psychologist. I am...

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Conversation in the Woods Windy, cold day, the sun is sleeping behind the clouds The walk is very slow and melancholic on the winding paths The rustling of leaves and tree branches provides meditation Walk and thinking Waiting, answers Waiting for the answers “Good afternoon,” I heard a friendly, deep man's voice. “I missed you, my dear Satan. Good to hear from you,”...

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A Silent Walk in the Woods It’s the first of June. Beautiful sunny day. The play of light and shadow is amazing. This is a pure day. Fantastick the inner silent. I feel it is a very deep meditation. “I am here too. Let us go for a walk for a dynamic meditation.” Said Satan. “I feel this day...

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Walking in the Woods Walking in the woods is an incredible time Always. Just missing the time. All the time All the time. Every time. Missing life is far So far So far Loving the past, only an evil woman Loved her being. Was the love her love I love the presence of life here. Of her. Her life was false. A...

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Whispers of the woods Flickering shadows, leaves in shade Trees’ whispers echo through the glade Life wanders through a dream parade— Beyond the veil, all lights do fade. ...

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