Least Read Poems About Forests
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 11:50am
1st Jul 2024 11:50am
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
20 reads
6 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
33 reads
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:30am
Yesterday 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
34 reads
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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
38 reads
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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
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 11:54am
17th Aug 2024 11:54am
the obstacle
The obstacle
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees...
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#rose
#trees
44 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
23rd Oct 2024 8:24am
survivor?
Survivor?
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
The ex. president
of the US.
Jimmy Carter
God blessed him
with old age
Carried around
in a crate
sleeps with open
mouth all-day
emits silence
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#rose
#trees
45 reads
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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
56 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
2nd Nov 2024 1:11pm
Thoughts of Tranquility
Let fields and rivers bring me gentle peace,
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
In quiet valleys where their waters flow.
I seek no fame, no glory’s proud increase,
Just trees and streams in nature’s softest glow.
I cherish rivers, winding slow and free,
Their gentle murmur a balm to the soul,
And forests deep, where silence lets me be,
Away from crowds and life’s demanding toll.
O the tranquility in quiet thoughts carried on the breeze, In effortless beauty, unassuming yet so pure. Bending apple boughs laden, the wild blossom and the deep rooted trees, this is all I need,...
#clouds
#flowers
#forest
#nature
#trees
58 reads
4 Comments
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