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.
MalcolmG
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
22nd Nov 2024 4:10pm
A Portal to Imaginations End ...
Through the Avo green ferns, the bushes, the ancient trees,
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
a green building rises, clothed in olive hues,
its glass windows reflecting the whispers of leaves.
The door stands wide, an invitation wrapped in light,
a flamboyant couch waits, adorned in vivid patterns,
like stories etched into fabric, each thread a tale
of minds cradled in comfort, hearts alight with wonder.
Inside, authors spirits adorn old oak shelves giving the air a scent of the timelessness of their presences,
the shelves with books of all sizes, stretch to the ceiling like tall...
#books
#dreams
#forest
#nature
#wisdom
36 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
Whistling In The Woods
Oh, don’t go whistlin’ in the woods at night
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
#dark
#forest
#moon
#night
#scary
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 1:39am
14th Nov 2024 1:39am
BEYOND THE TRAIL
If you could just to take a walk through, the process of nature of tall trees how would you feel, that you are involve into a different kind of mental stimulation. For sure I would like to have a second ⌚ of your time, and your own thoughts in your mind. 🤔 For just imagine here you are in a place of no time alone just space. Now just imagine how much you feel better, like this is what you want and need to sustain, your own thoughts about your, own personal thoughts and insight and attention, to the deepness of the truth. For sure you can be come overwhelme, to the very deepness...
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
57 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
12th Nov 2024 8:06pm
Cast Down
In shadowed glen where moonlight dies
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet
A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death
Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen
The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt ...
#curse
#dark
#evil
#forest
#magic
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
12th Nov 2024 6:53am
Sacrificial Monolith
Beneath the moon’s unwholesome light
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
Where shadows coil in endless night
There stands a stone of blackened hue
Carved deep by hands no man e’er knew
Before the Slavs, before the Magyar’s tread
A race debauched, both damned and dread
Did rule these lands with rites obscene
In homage to their shadowed queen
They danced beneath the gibbous moon
To pipe and drum, their foulest tune
Their bodies writhed, unbound by grace
A beast-like, dark, forgotten race
Upon this stone their rites did burn
Where life and flesh to...
#dark
#death
#evil
#forest
#magic
73 reads
4 Comments
luddep
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 9:13pm
4th Nov 2024 9:13pm
Feel forest
a lonesome day
the trout swims far away
the forest remains
I walk and talk with the smell all round
the breeze blowin’ up the meadow
cross the river to see
the kid in me
quick drippin’ coffee
I enjoy the weight of my body
I enjoy the smell of dry grass
and coffee
a lonesome day
tomorrows mornin
seems far away
the trout swims far away
the forest remains
I walk and talk with the smell all round
the breeze blowin’ up the meadow
cross the river to see
the kid in me
quick drippin’ coffee
I enjoy the weight of my body
I enjoy the smell of dry grass
and coffee
a lonesome day
tomorrows mornin
seems far away
#forest
#nature
#trees
78 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:48pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:48pm
Deadwood Manifestations
The deadwood stirs beneath the moon
Its branches black and bare
They twist and groan a hollow tune
Like phantoms in the air
Their whispers drift on midnight’s breath
A cold and ghastly song
And tales of sorrow, loss, and death
Are woven faint and long
I walk alone, yet feel their eyes
The trees, so stark and still
Each shadow hides what underlies
A secret dark and chill
No stars break through the twisted boughs
No breeze can ease the night
For in this wood, the silence bows
To voices lost from...
Its branches black and bare
They twist and groan a hollow tune
Like phantoms in the air
Their whispers drift on midnight’s breath
A cold and ghastly song
And tales of sorrow, loss, and death
Are woven faint and long
I walk alone, yet feel their eyes
The trees, so stark and still
Each shadow hides what underlies
A secret dark and chill
No stars break through the twisted boughs
No breeze can ease the night
For in this wood, the silence bows
To voices lost from...
#dark
#forest
#nature
#night
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:44pm
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
Thoughts of Tranquility
Let fields and rivers bring me gentle peace,
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
#clouds
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#trees
54 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
survivor?
Survivor?
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
#trees
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 2:58pm
22nd Oct 2024 2:58pm
Autumn Fog and October Mist
And When the sun shines
The morning dew glitters
While the fog is thick
The waking bird twitters
When the dawn awakes
And the light scatters
On every inch of earth
The drizzling dew spatters
Then, rise from every spot
The earthly living rumors
Sounds of every pitch
Scents of morning flowers
And the floating perfumes
Waltz high in the firmament
And the bees in honey quest
A faith, heavenly permanent
...
The morning dew glitters
While the fog is thick
The waking bird twitters
When the dawn awakes
And the light scatters
On every inch of earth
The drizzling dew spatters
Then, rise from every spot
The earthly living rumors
Sounds of every pitch
Scents of morning flowers
And the floating perfumes
Waltz high in the firmament
And the bees in honey quest
A faith, heavenly permanent
...
#clouds
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#sky
72 reads
2 Comments
DrunkenWolf
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 4:39pm
21st Oct 2024 4:39pm
Trees
In green forests of solitude and isolation
When thoughts were so hard to get on
A tree, glistening, raining
Silently, in the dark
Sunlight captures it
Framing beauty
into essence privately seen
In those mere moments
Tempted to defy it,
In worlds that have seemed so cruel
In green forests of solitude and isolation
When thoughts were so hard to get on
A tree, glistening, raining
Silently, in the dark
Sunlight captures it
Framing beauty
into essence privately seen
In those mere moments
Tempted to defy it,
In worlds that have seemed so cruel
In green forests of solitude and isolation
#forest
#narrative
#trees
127 reads
4 Comments
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