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.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 4:35am
27th Mar 2020 4:35am
Fairy tale Whimsy
In my favorite fairy tale the girl
Is both a princess and a cursed dragon
And the only way for her to be freed
Is if the prince lets himself be turned to stone
They both end up fine, but he didn't know that going in
My heart takes the form of many things
Beast, Labyrinth, Dragon and The girl in the secret garden
I love so easily behind these walls
Weaving myself stories of true love
But no one really wants a fairy tale curse like me
I'm not a princess or a dragon
I don't cry precious gems
I don't dance in glass...
Is both a princess and a cursed dragon
And the only way for her to be freed
Is if the prince lets himself be turned to stone
They both end up fine, but he didn't know that going in
My heart takes the form of many things
Beast, Labyrinth, Dragon and The girl in the secret garden
I love so easily behind these walls
Weaving myself stories of true love
But no one really wants a fairy tale curse like me
I'm not a princess or a dragon
I don't cry precious gems
I don't dance in glass...
#forest
#nature
#healing #wisdom
#healing #wisdom
39 reads
2 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
16th Mar 2020 6:59am
16th Mar 2020 6:59am
THE FOREST
To live in the forest
amongst the trees,
surrounded by trunks,
branches, roots, leaves.
To tread through detritus
brush against fern,
to be open, observe,
absorb and learn.
Within such life,
so alone,
can make you realize
you’re never on your own.
The force that surrounds,
the growth, the power,
the beauty in nature
the art in a flower.
To sit in the stillness
be one with the land,
is one true way
to understand.
We are part of
an innumerable whole,
beyond...
amongst the trees,
surrounded by trunks,
branches, roots, leaves.
To tread through detritus
brush against fern,
to be open, observe,
absorb and learn.
Within such life,
so alone,
can make you realize
you’re never on your own.
The force that surrounds,
the growth, the power,
the beauty in nature
the art in a flower.
To sit in the stillness
be one with the land,
is one true way
to understand.
We are part of
an innumerable whole,
beyond...
#forest
#spiritual
36 reads
2 Comments
fields_broke
Poem Published
12th Mar 2020 2:30pm
12th Mar 2020 2:30pm
she pushes the wind dial with her fingers
visual poem
#forest
#environment
#nature #evolution
#nature #evolution
90 reads
12 Comments
Her_sunshine
Poem Published
12th Mar 2020 7:33am
12th Mar 2020 7:33am
God is powerful
I came to write about my sorrows
I came to get it all out
As the thoughts turned to words
None of it seemed to matter
As if I hadn't a problem
When I was a boy
I could tell you my troubles in an effort
To elicit some comfort and love
Looking back they all seem surreal
Looking back I wonder how I could feel
Today is another day unending and rough
I just want to make it through
I was born in sin and godless
Uncultured upbringing
A pitiless person
As I carve away these chips of wood
I begin to...
I came to get it all out
As the thoughts turned to words
None of it seemed to matter
As if I hadn't a problem
When I was a boy
I could tell you my troubles in an effort
To elicit some comfort and love
Looking back they all seem surreal
Looking back I wonder how I could feel
Today is another day unending and rough
I just want to make it through
I was born in sin and godless
Uncultured upbringing
A pitiless person
As I carve away these chips of wood
I begin to...
#forest
26 reads
0 Comments
gonezalo
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2020 5:00am
3rd Mar 2020 5:00am
when i go running
when i go running,
do not call on me.
when i run,
making seven circles, just
before the sun
grows then culls the growth
with oppressive humidity,
making rings,
first one
then two
before spring ends,
you will have me.
through your dark wood i'll return again
below a moon that turns men to wolves
and bestows girls womanhood,
and you will have me
like a poltergeist in windy spring
when i go running,
pulling leaves from swaying trees
with tenderness...
do not call on me.
when i run,
making seven circles, just
before the sun
grows then culls the growth
with oppressive humidity,
making rings,
first one
then two
before spring ends,
you will have me.
through your dark wood i'll return again
below a moon that turns men to wolves
and bestows girls womanhood,
and you will have me
like a poltergeist in windy spring
when i go running,
pulling leaves from swaying trees
with tenderness...
#forest
61 reads
4 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2020 2:42am
3rd Mar 2020 2:42am
The Winter Birch
Pillars, grown from patience.
Each new ring to wear.
Each reaching for the sky.
But there, one droops.
It stands out by not standing tall.
Perhaps it is to fall,
It's leaves.
Standing so naked, bare.
Of which named the same has left it's mark.
Slashes from it's claws.
Scratches of its back to bare it's weight.
And the hives and nests that came before,
Will not hang safe anymore.
For the tree it would seem,
Feels like dying.
It's white birched bark,
Camouflaged by the snow.
As it's...
Each new ring to wear.
Each reaching for the sky.
But there, one droops.
It stands out by not standing tall.
Perhaps it is to fall,
It's leaves.
Standing so naked, bare.
Of which named the same has left it's mark.
Slashes from it's claws.
Scratches of its back to bare it's weight.
And the hives and nests that came before,
Will not hang safe anymore.
For the tree it would seem,
Feels like dying.
It's white birched bark,
Camouflaged by the snow.
As it's...
#death
#forest
#trees
#winter
#nature
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Morganpoet
Poem Published
27th Feb 2020 7:48am
27th Feb 2020 7:48am
DIVERSE AND WILD
Once there was a forest
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance
he saw some boys, ...
diverse and wild,
it was watched over
by a little child.
He fell from the sky
into the canopy,
was taught by the trees
to be wise and free.
They told him man
has a power so great,
with amazing ability
to destroy and create.
They warned him about
all the harmful things,
which into the forest
man often brings.
The child grew older
began walking the ground,
learning everything he could
about the species he found.
One day in the distance
he saw some boys, ...
#forest
#trees
#environment
#evolution
#ignorance
51 reads
3 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Bumped 26th Feb 2020 00:44am
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
17th Nov 2018 2:28pm
This Old Floor
Cotton morsels of breath
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
in oral morning wake ups
and sweaters still hugging
molars and bicuspids, I got
to have that coffee first!
Barefooted, I traverse
across the cold tiles made
for temperature gauges
during summer or winter.
As I prepare the pot to brew
small tears stream down
the corners of my crusted
eyes as I ponder the reasons
my bare feet of skin no longer
commune with our earth.
This old floor of stone gives me
this poignant solemn reminder
how once the mighty rock stood ...
#hope
#earth
#forest
#nature
#pagan
144 reads
4 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
25th Feb 2020 2:25am
25th Feb 2020 2:25am
misty woods
mist hung heavily
among the trees
draping branches
with beautiful tears
among the trees
draping branches
with beautiful tears
#forest
#nature
86 reads
12 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 12:54pm
18th Feb 2020 12:54pm
GLIMPSES INTO THE PAST
Could you ever imagine a WORLD, were there is no more suffering of the human race young and old no matter the color of your skin, were we all can come and live together as one in peace and harmony.
Could you ever imagine a WORLD, were natures waters flows merely untouch by the hands of man as it is pure with no chemicals added, to dulate the real pureness of an natural stream that runs free as the fishes of the seas and streams can swim free. Could you ever imagine a WORLD, were there is no more wars or fighting against far away countries even amongst...
Could you ever imagine a WORLD, were natures waters flows merely untouch by the hands of man as it is pure with no chemicals added, to dulate the real pureness of an natural stream that runs free as the fishes of the seas and streams can swim free. Could you ever imagine a WORLD, were there is no more wars or fighting against far away countries even amongst...
#forest
#sea
#nature
#mountains
#LifeCycle
58 reads
2 Comments
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 12:41pm
15th Feb 2020 12:41pm
STV news continued...
STV Missing A missing hill walker – told her rescue party she didn't want to be found".
Response;
"Bullshit".
I forgot to add the two firemen I met at Roughside bothy from Hartlepool with whom I discussed;
Where I lived,
Where I had walked from
And that I was walking to and around Hadrian's wall.
Two of us went looking for the secret "well" in opposite directions. I found a small burn (brook) but he found the well.
They gave me a lift to Billingham so I could buy some blackcurrant juice and supplies as...
Response;
"Bullshit".
I forgot to add the two firemen I met at Roughside bothy from Hartlepool with whom I discussed;
Where I lived,
Where I had walked from
And that I was walking to and around Hadrian's wall.
Two of us went looking for the secret "well" in opposite directions. I found a small burn (brook) but he found the well.
They gave me a lift to Billingham so I could buy some blackcurrant juice and supplies as...
#forest
38 reads
Dre_k47
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
The Bug That Fell In Love With The Flower
I never expected it to rain that day because the sun was so bright and hot. Everything had a yellow glow according to the sunlight.
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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