Poems About Forests Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about forests seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
85 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
44 reads
0 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 5:23pm
26th Dec 2024 5:23pm
A Warm Heart In Winter
Blindly drifted out into the mountain, the pastoral flair always revived, fueled; alive with a childhood memory,
more eager when Nature speaks volumes about the winds and gales, the torrents and the flowing rivers,
the thick layers of snow, and the flames that dance like fairy silhouettes against the walls,
the sliding steps 'pon the slippery steep slopes.....
When winter is again and ever faithful to its chilling rhythm, foggy and iced air, cold and freezing,
when beauty is not only flowers dancing in vernal breeze, happy birds singing between the trees,, ...
more eager when Nature speaks volumes about the winds and gales, the torrents and the flowing rivers,
the thick layers of snow, and the flames that dance like fairy silhouettes against the walls,
the sliding steps 'pon the slippery steep slopes.....
When winter is again and ever faithful to its chilling rhythm, foggy and iced air, cold and freezing,
when beauty is not only flowers dancing in vernal breeze, happy birds singing between the trees,, ...
#forest
#motivational
#nature
#NewYear
#trees
79 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 4:30am
25th Dec 2024 4:30am
Spiritual Wolf
Do you know your true name 🤔 of your spiritual entity, from the deepness of the forest of life. 🙏 FOR have you ever wondered what is your true spiritual name of yours.. FROM the deepness of the entity of that which exists only within the depths of ourselves 👁️👁️ For what is your thoughts on this message of tranquility, and peace and serenity and spiritual soul of your subconsciousness of your own, thoughts and insight and imagination from your own.🧠 MIND.... ...
🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
...
🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
...
#evolution
#forest
#moon
#universe
#werewolves
57 reads
0 Comments
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
48 reads
0 Comments
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
71 reads
0 Comments
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
66 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
69 reads
0 Comments
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
91 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
101 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
49 reads
0 Comments
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
42 reads
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