Forest Poems
#forest
Poems about forests and woodland. Teeming with life and the beauty of nature, trees and everything that goes on in the dense and tangled undergrowth. Forest poems, about the light and darkness of the forest, and nature's cycle of life and decay.
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 11:59am
22nd Mar 2025 11:59am
The Shape I'm In
How much I miss
to moss in love
holding the mold
to gorgon stone
lifetimes ago, this
ancient road.
Horizons beam
my wanderlust dream:
I am dim
of years away
from the final
dandelion blaze,
still sleek from behind
with the Sun going down
‘til morning lurks
to hone the worm
& I (...alone,
...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#mountains
#nature
#unicorns
72 reads
2 Comments
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 11:54am
22nd Mar 2025 11:54am
Mind's Eye Site
Ancient dirt roads
abuzz with those
that (long ago)
quit the pavement.
A can of thought
struck with lucid spade.
Town-chow dry inside
like a mouse in the oven:
thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to...
campfire high & sky
full of ghost & gust.
Satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight...
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion...
cockatrice glare ...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#mountains
#mystery
#nature
49 reads
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SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 6:16pm
14th Mar 2025 6:16pm
Sylvan Blues
A page of mind, a book of flesh,
a spine of light on the moonless night,
a burning goats my fox run blue
in the spitting wet that dawns in red.
The mantid prowl of a smoking scowl
may grace with ash by howl or bite,
my hillside perch for hawking crow
is stuck to the point of a pining craw.
No waif nor wraith can sing me long
that soothing voice from a hole in stone...
a space that flowers to the power of one
I release to the peace of my wet rock home.
From beyond the clouds I gist my list
in the dark...
a spine of light on the moonless night,
a burning goats my fox run blue
in the spitting wet that dawns in red.
The mantid prowl of a smoking scowl
may grace with ash by howl or bite,
my hillside perch for hawking crow
is stuck to the point of a pining craw.
No waif nor wraith can sing me long
that soothing voice from a hole in stone...
a space that flowers to the power of one
I release to the peace of my wet rock home.
From beyond the clouds I gist my list
in the dark...
#dark
#forest
#nature
#night
#SelfReflection
77 reads
1 Comment
Pishashee
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
Born of the Paper
The Whispering Blossoms:
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
#forest
#trees
#WritingPoetry
113 reads
2 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
7th Mar 2025 8:06am
DARK_WINBERGE_TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Dark Winberige Trousseau
(Please take me there)…..
Where I can be (apart of it too)…
Let the berries vines…. Captivate me bare….
Ahhhhhh……ohhhhh…..
Whispering sounds...
#dark
#forest
#hell #lyrics
#hell #lyrics
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PAR
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:30pm
Autumn Leaves
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
#beauty
#fall
#forest
#nature
#trees
100 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 10:49pm
4th Feb 2025 10:49pm
daffodil
daffodil souls like sprites among the trees
fairies that gather moss frolicking in the sun, then disappear
putting my mind at ease
they talk on the air, floating
while perfectly in tune, with the melody playing quietly, within me
dancing on the winds, they gather my secrets
saving enough for dreams
they appear as flowers should anyone else come near
dear ones of the forrested realms
tending to the sacred arts of transformation and renewal
gathering the dew from blades of grass
they glory in light but know the dark ...
fairies that gather moss frolicking in the sun, then disappear
putting my mind at ease
they talk on the air, floating
while perfectly in tune, with the melody playing quietly, within me
dancing on the winds, they gather my secrets
saving enough for dreams
they appear as flowers should anyone else come near
dear ones of the forrested realms
tending to the sacred arts of transformation and renewal
gathering the dew from blades of grass
they glory in light but know the dark ...
#fairies
#forest
#magic
118 reads
8 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 11:55pm
2nd Feb 2025 11:55pm
Winter Luminescence
Whisp of cold air
Flying flakes free
Ice upon my hair
Falling to my knees
Coming of twilight
Sitting in snow
Between day and night
Wait for stars to show
Shine without heat
Cold to the bone
Freezing my feet
For winter has shown
Though without dread
In the frozen glade
With naught but leaves dead
In bliss I wade
Flying flakes free
Ice upon my hair
Falling to my knees
Coming of twilight
Sitting in snow
Between day and night
Wait for stars to show
Shine without heat
Cold to the bone
Freezing my feet
For winter has shown
Though without dread
In the frozen glade
With naught but leaves dead
In bliss I wade
#dawn
#forest
#night
#snow
#winter
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 11:05pm
26th Jan 2025 11:05pm
It's here and now I'm free
As long as I can remember that it was never this way, when we were in prison by the things that have changed, the atmosphere slowly destroying the very fabric of lives that have come and gone. But yet as I continue to stand and tolerate, the deepness of the mass destruction, it's here and now I find myself in this space and time. Finding the deepness of the words of peace and tranquility with quiteness of harmony and sounds. For sure as I look as far as I can see, it is necessary for me to be able to absorb the deepness of the energy, as I received my strength and courage and perseverance. To...
#forest
#nature
#river
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
89 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 2:30am
20th Jan 2025 2:30am
A Possible Encounter With A Ghost In The Woods
Lisa walked into the woods.
She stopped, breathed heavily and stripped down.
She felt something humping her.
She stopped, breathed heavily and stripped down.
She felt something humping her.
#corruption
#fiction
#forest
#ghosts
#sex
173 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:30pm
14th Jan 2025 11:30pm
Earth Navel
Earth Navel
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
#earth
#forest
#nature
#spiritual
#women
112 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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