Poems About Forests Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about forests seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 10:49pm
4th Feb 2025 10:49pm
daffodil
daffodil souls like sprites among the trees
fairies that gather moss frolicking in the sun, then disappear
putting my mind at ease
they talk on the air, floating
while perfectly in tune, with the melody playing quietly, within me
dancing on the winds, they gather my secrets
saving enough for dreams
they appear as flowers should anyone else come near
dear ones of the forrested realms
tending to the sacred arts of transformation and renewal
gathering the dew from blades of grass
they glory in light but know the dark ...
fairies that gather moss frolicking in the sun, then disappear
putting my mind at ease
they talk on the air, floating
while perfectly in tune, with the melody playing quietly, within me
dancing on the winds, they gather my secrets
saving enough for dreams
they appear as flowers should anyone else come near
dear ones of the forrested realms
tending to the sacred arts of transformation and renewal
gathering the dew from blades of grass
they glory in light but know the dark ...
#fairies
#forest
#magic
85 reads
8 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 11:55pm
2nd Feb 2025 11:55pm
Winter Luminescence
Whisp of cold air
Flying flakes free
Ice upon my hair
Falling to my knees
Coming of twilight
Sitting in snow
Between day and night
Wait for stars to show
Shine without heat
Cold to the bone
Freezing my feet
For winter has shown
Though without dread
In the frozen glade
With naught but leaves dead
In bliss I wade
Flying flakes free
Ice upon my hair
Falling to my knees
Coming of twilight
Sitting in snow
Between day and night
Wait for stars to show
Shine without heat
Cold to the bone
Freezing my feet
For winter has shown
Though without dread
In the frozen glade
With naught but leaves dead
In bliss I wade
#dawn
#forest
#night
#snow
#winter
50 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 11:05pm
26th Jan 2025 11:05pm
It's here and now I'm free
As long as I can remember that it was never this way, when we were in prison by the things that have changed, the atmosphere slowly destroying the very fabric of lives that have come and gone. But yet as I continue to stand and tolerate, the deepness of the mass destruction, it's here and now I find myself in this space and time. Finding the deepness of the words of peace and tranquility with quiteness of harmony and sounds. For sure as I look as far as I can see, it is necessary for me to be able to absorb the deepness of the energy, as I received my strength and courage and perseverance. To...
#forest
#nature
#river
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
66 reads
2 Comments
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
125 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
68 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
98 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
77 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
56 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
78 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
71 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
76 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
103 reads
4 Comments
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