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.
Nature Is My Creed
The blue sky above
The green forest below
The cold in the cove
The breeze quite mellow
'Tis Summer's gentle touch
The sun's warm caress
To stay as long as much
To push away the stress
'Tis the spirit of heaven
The beauty that impress
All the bliss we are given
Mortals care much less
The genuine words written
Nature's books are best
With fair charm i' m smitten
Eternal beauty, my quest
Beneath a pine tree i sit
Woes start to regress
I get Summer's new heat
A...
The green forest below
The cold in the cove
The breeze quite mellow
'Tis Summer's gentle touch
The sun's warm caress
To stay as long as much
To push away the stress
'Tis the spirit of heaven
The beauty that impress
All the bliss we are given
Mortals care much less
The genuine words written
Nature's books are best
With fair charm i' m smitten
Eternal beauty, my quest
Beneath a pine tree i sit
Woes start to regress
I get Summer's new heat
A...
#countryside
#forest
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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the end?
The end?
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
As Spanish bluebells chime
The world has gone silent
A finger hangs over a button
Vacillates.
#forest
#flowers
#rose
#nature
#LifeCycle
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May 28th
In the heart of a bushy forest, we found ourselves,
Eight souls, bound by fate, in a tale to tell.
The plane had crashed, our hopes aflutter,
Amidst dense vegetation, where sight was smothered.
Tall trees embraced us, a haven for creatures,
Animals and birds, orchestrating nature's features.
Their calls formed a symphony, a melody so pure,
Yet disrupted by our arrival, a disturbance to endure.
As evening descended, we gathered, unharmed,
Minor injuries nursed, our spirits unalarmed.
Attacked by bees, we ran and tumbled with grace, ...
Eight souls, bound by fate, in a tale to tell.
The plane had crashed, our hopes aflutter,
Amidst dense vegetation, where sight was smothered.
Tall trees embraced us, a haven for creatures,
Animals and birds, orchestrating nature's features.
Their calls formed a symphony, a melody so pure,
Yet disrupted by our arrival, a disturbance to endure.
As evening descended, we gathered, unharmed,
Minor injuries nursed, our spirits unalarmed.
Attacked by bees, we ran and tumbled with grace, ...
#forest
#animals
#nature
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The woods.
Water across the country
Woods,
Green frog from the
night green tree
Plain white text
Orange juice dips.
The sparrows
Flurring.
Parrots perching the
night green tree
Bats fly the night of
Taal trees.
Green grass spreads green.
Trees bear bears.
Nest across the garden
She shivers in dark and cold .
Doctor prescription for
Cold .
Butterflies and
moths spreading yellow
Spring apple day.
Woods,
Green frog from the
night green tree
Plain white text
Orange juice dips.
The sparrows
Flurring.
Parrots perching the
night green tree
Bats fly the night of
Taal trees.
Green grass spreads green.
Trees bear bears.
Nest across the garden
She shivers in dark and cold .
Doctor prescription for
Cold .
Butterflies and
moths spreading yellow
Spring apple day.
#forest
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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The Hut wayer
In a dream song by
Invention of
Fax carriers
And papper
Into the world
Of flowers and
So green tree
Sweet white
Flows through the veil of
Hut wayer royals
Jr . invention of own
Windy winter Sois
Solid wood water watershed
Springs.
Invention of
Fax carriers
And papper
Into the world
Of flowers and
So green tree
Sweet white
Flows through the veil of
Hut wayer royals
Jr . invention of own
Windy winter Sois
Solid wood water watershed
Springs.
#forest
#river
#sea
#beach
#sky
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mother trees
Let my roots
find the mother tree
in the Earth
a handshake, a kiss,
a tangible
connection
underneath
find the mother tree
in the Earth
a handshake, a kiss,
a tangible
connection
underneath
#forest
#trees
#FeelingLost
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WHEN WE ARE ALONE
When we are going through the process of our thoughts, what stands out the most in the deepest vortex of your mind as it feels like a tug of war, between the process of your mind and heart and spiritual soul. For why is it that we find, ourselves in the process of being able not to think clearly as we travel down, the road of twists and turns. That slowly lead into a never ending long dusty road, with no way out of the illusions of the forest as we are drawn to be amongst the trees and the sun as it peeks through the destine skies.
#forest
#trees
#nature
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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The loneliest gods in the world
Will make
limbs bend
in ways we
can't speak
to hear
hymns sing
from trunk to
branches,
until you
return to
their old
roots.
limbs bend
in ways we
can't speak
to hear
hymns sing
from trunk to
branches,
until you
return to
their old
roots.
#forest
#nature
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Coordinates Of A Secret Peace
By the creeks edge, in the shadows of beautiful trees, butterflies landing on blue bells.
I love this place, arrow heads from a hunt long ago, chiseled rock formations with stepping stones that lead to a door in the rock cliffs face.
Literally, a face in the stone. A secret place I go to escape the noise of hateful people.
Are these Mayan ruins? They are not known, and I am not telling, people have a tendency to destroy peace, so for now, I'll stay here amongst ancestors, viaduct's acting as a seat, as I cast a line into water ways from past to present.
I love this place, arrow heads from a hunt long ago, chiseled rock formations with stepping stones that lead to a door in the rock cliffs face.
Literally, a face in the stone. A secret place I go to escape the noise of hateful people.
Are these Mayan ruins? They are not known, and I am not telling, people have a tendency to destroy peace, so for now, I'll stay here amongst ancestors, viaduct's acting as a seat, as I cast a line into water ways from past to present.
#forest
#river
#sky
#clouds
#mountains
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The floral print.
She was here hoping to
December doctor a good day
But roads are equivalent to
wear heart pink plum and the paper play in outdoor sun actually the order night
The baby lay across the country street
In evening of den sea the search engine optimisation and the company rolls
Of the course time and feelings array
morning drenches into evening with walk .
Into the flowers so so well coloured and the drape of pink colour dresses for girls
Same as the woods log into flowers of myth and pick the call to deliver the post card
Waiting green tree bay...
December doctor a good day
But roads are equivalent to
wear heart pink plum and the paper play in outdoor sun actually the order night
The baby lay across the country street
In evening of den sea the search engine optimisation and the company rolls
Of the course time and feelings array
morning drenches into evening with walk .
Into the flowers so so well coloured and the drape of pink colour dresses for girls
Same as the woods log into flowers of myth and pick the call to deliver the post card
Waiting green tree bay...
#forest
#flowers
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Cathy
Cathy, the woodland queen,
A vision of beauty, serene,
In the forest she finds peace,
A world where worries cease.
But come Sundays, she'll roam,
To the river, a second home,
Her skin kissed by the sun,
In the water, she has fun.
Her curves, like hills, rise and fall,
As she surrenders to nature's call,
The sun caresses every inch,
Her beauty, a temptation, a cinch.
And I, an onlooker from afar,
Captivated by her body, a star,
My heart beats with desire,
For Cathy, a passion, a fire.
A vision of beauty, serene,
In the forest she finds peace,
A world where worries cease.
But come Sundays, she'll roam,
To the river, a second home,
Her skin kissed by the sun,
In the water, she has fun.
Her curves, like hills, rise and fall,
As she surrenders to nature's call,
The sun caresses every inch,
Her beauty, a temptation, a cinch.
And I, an onlooker from afar,
Captivated by her body, a star,
My heart beats with desire,
For Cathy, a passion, a fire.
#love
#erotic
#forest
#river
#nature
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Birch tree tarp
Raised by trees
Baby hands on trees
Even from the start
The anchoring feeling of dry birch tree scales
Awakes memories from generations past
An old ring on the surface of our water
That still rolls
And expands
Infinitely
A passer by kicks my tree
So my tarp of leaves now rattles
A branch breaks and falls in my lap
And I recall
Memories from generations past
Nature has been the common enemy
We are the fish
That conquered the land
Baby hands on trees
Even from the start
The anchoring feeling of dry birch tree scales
Awakes memories from generations past
An old ring on the surface of our water
That still rolls
And expands
Infinitely
A passer by kicks my tree
So my tarp of leaves now rattles
A branch breaks and falls in my lap
And I recall
Memories from generations past
Nature has been the common enemy
We are the fish
That conquered the land
#forest
#nature
#humankind
#evolution
#greed
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