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.
Windblown
Windblown, I am not to decide which direction I roam
I am not to decide where my branch does grow
I am not to say the type of seed I drop
I am only to display all remaining strength of an old trunk rotten
I am windblown, I am untidy but taut
I am sporadic, I am science, my strength stays sought
I am windblown, ugly, nasty, I am cracked, warped arm reaching out,
windblown, seeking sun rays and cloud's replenishing spouts,
Windblown, apple heavy, my leaves absorbing the light,
I am windblown and even still, midst this massive...
I am not to decide where my branch does grow
I am not to say the type of seed I drop
I am only to display all remaining strength of an old trunk rotten
I am windblown, I am untidy but taut
I am sporadic, I am science, my strength stays sought
I am windblown, ugly, nasty, I am cracked, warped arm reaching out,
windblown, seeking sun rays and cloud's replenishing spouts,
Windblown, apple heavy, my leaves absorbing the light,
I am windblown and even still, midst this massive...
#forest
#nature
#trees #wind
#trees #wind
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Buck Moon Nights
The moon was in the weeds last night
all southerly to drift
fading amid powder blue light
which on it seemed to sift...
'twas wild smoke within the haze
that gave a scarlet hue
then dimming in the twilight rays
of moonlight streaming through.
Yet still there was a rosy glow
when once the sun had set,
the likes of which we wouldn't know
but for a chance briquette...
and lingering filtration there
due to the floating soot
all through the northwest summer air...
from canopies kaput.
all southerly to drift
fading amid powder blue light
which on it seemed to sift...
'twas wild smoke within the haze
that gave a scarlet hue
then dimming in the twilight rays
of moonlight streaming through.
Yet still there was a rosy glow
when once the sun had set,
the likes of which we wouldn't know
but for a chance briquette...
and lingering filtration there
due to the floating soot
all through the northwest summer air...
from canopies kaput.
#forest
#LifeCycle
#moon #trees
#moon #trees
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Twisted Tales: Red Riding Hood Part 2
I wore my cloak
Drenched in red
I had just fed
The pack waits me
I walk through the shadows
Of the woods
Where I use to
Stand outside the forest line
Afraid of what was hidden within
Only to find I was half blind
For what was behind the trees
Beyond the evergreen
Was the world where only wolves ruled
You’d be a fool to wander alone
Especially without a red cloak
Drenched in red
I had just fed
The pack waits me
I walk through the shadows
Of the woods
Where I use to
Stand outside the forest line
Afraid of what was hidden within
Only to find I was half blind
For what was behind the trees
Beyond the evergreen
Was the world where only wolves ruled
You’d be a fool to wander alone
Especially without a red cloak
#dark
#forest
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Jackie's Screams
In the lonely depths of the campsite, screams and moans arise,
Jackie's heart pounds in anticipation, under the moonlit skies.
Julien's fingers trace her quaking form, electric shocks ignite,
A wild inferno within her core, in the shadows of the night.
He enters slowly, her gasp echoes, raw intensity untamed,
Through the empty forest, her cries of pleasure proclaimed.
Each deliberate thrust, fuels her raging fire's desire,
Her body writhes in ecstasy, reaching higher and higher.
Soft moans escape, as he pushes her to her limits, ...
Jackie's heart pounds in anticipation, under the moonlit skies.
Julien's fingers trace her quaking form, electric shocks ignite,
A wild inferno within her core, in the shadows of the night.
He enters slowly, her gasp echoes, raw intensity untamed,
Through the empty forest, her cries of pleasure proclaimed.
Each deliberate thrust, fuels her raging fire's desire,
Her body writhes in ecstasy, reaching higher and higher.
Soft moans escape, as he pushes her to her limits, ...
#erotic
#forest
#nature
#sexy
#trees
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Rhythm of the Earth
I am the gentle breath
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to...
moving leaves to speak
as you walk through the
forest
A touch so tender
my hands massage
your shoulders, cascading
down your back, soft
willow branches
Taking your hand to dance
as the trees sway, showering
us in leaves of lust
intertwined in the passion
of the wilderness
I take you there
on the forest floor
undressing as the wind
sings to our flesh
We enjoy the time
each breathing in the other,
hands, fingers, mouths at play
making love to...
#forest
#love
#nature #relationships
#nature #relationships
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TRANQUILITY OF PEACE
Here I am in tranquility and the deepness of my thoughts, as they roam with my eyes to see 👁️👁️ before me. THE full truth of the deepness and depth, in it's natural form of beauty. As it is setting with the golden sun 🌞 and tall trees of green, and mountains with it's tall peeks reaching out to the heavenly skies. AS the mere reflection of crystal clear waters, shines against the calm waters of the seas. For as I sit here in this world of TRANQUILITY, and PEACE I find that it is here I am at inner peace, with my senses of my ability to manifest my deepest...
#forest
#mountains
#river
#sea
#sky
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In Silence
Deep in the wilderness, something screams.
Deep in the wilderness, something cries for its life
We stand and listen as one unseen entity brutally overpowers another
The unseen struggle, made vivid by presence of sound and lack of sight
Deep in the wilderness, something screams and the forest comes alive, echoing whispers of fear and agony
We stand and feel the tense air
Frozen by ancient memories older than the land
Continued wails and the rustle of leaves betray an agonizing fight against death
Deep in the wilderness, something...
Deep in the wilderness, something cries for its life
We stand and listen as one unseen entity brutally overpowers another
The unseen struggle, made vivid by presence of sound and lack of sight
Deep in the wilderness, something screams and the forest comes alive, echoing whispers of fear and agony
We stand and feel the tense air
Frozen by ancient memories older than the land
Continued wails and the rustle of leaves betray an agonizing fight against death
Deep in the wilderness, something...
#dark
#death
#forest
#ghosts
#nature
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THE TURNING POINT
It's me again the story teller ✍️ I just want to make it possible, that you are about to go through a transaction with me 🤫 for let me dig into your imagination 🪬 as I give you a visual affect, to be lost within a moment in space and time ⌚ For as you stare at the vision that you see 👁️ before you I want you to think as you close your eyes 👁️ and just see the image in the dark deepness of your mind thoughts 🤔 can you imagine seeing thyself on the calm waters just drifting away to a peaceful destination, passing the...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sea
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Wrinkled Toddler
Morning, a
decrepit hour
for wilting flowers
ashamed to turn and see
a sun so bright
Sad flowers, blown to where trees don't let light,
where sunken seeds adjacent
remain far from patient,
they splay at a rate near instantaneous
atop the toppled
crop or Rose and where
Foxy, Fox Glove fathers
hand lands thier sons and daughters
in numbers that will surely flaunt
him, them and theirs
as most boisterous bothers when
commandeered earth springs
atop...
decrepit hour
for wilting flowers
ashamed to turn and see
a sun so bright
Sad flowers, blown to where trees don't let light,
where sunken seeds adjacent
remain far from patient,
they splay at a rate near instantaneous
atop the toppled
crop or Rose and where
Foxy, Fox Glove fathers
hand lands thier sons and daughters
in numbers that will surely flaunt
him, them and theirs
as most boisterous bothers when
commandeered earth springs
atop...
#forest
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The Dusty Trail Round My Bend
A shame, tis that crushed gravel path
that's seldom footstep riddled,
where bicycle tires perspire tamed tread so little
A path where timid animal tracks
are spread thin,
a vapid vastness cast between flocks
atop
ground that sees only squirrels indifferent
and confused ants entranced
by stone hill queens
on that life lean walk, crushing
I'm shocked,
for a spot
with so few dropping leaves
and so few blades of grass for frost to freeze,...
that's seldom footstep riddled,
where bicycle tires perspire tamed tread so little
A path where timid animal tracks
are spread thin,
a vapid vastness cast between flocks
atop
ground that sees only squirrels indifferent
and confused ants entranced
by stone hill queens
on that life lean walk, crushing
I'm shocked,
for a spot
with so few dropping leaves
and so few blades of grass for frost to freeze,...
#animals
#forest
#nature
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Mercury Is Rising
Mercury is rising
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
#countryside
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#summer
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Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
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DU Poetry : Forest Poems