Long Poems About Forests
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Long poems about forests. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 7:45pm
1st Sep 2024 7:45pm
i shall arise
Sometimes the worst thing that happens to you, the thing you think you
can’t survive… it’s the thing that makes you better than you used to
be.”—Jennifer Weiner, Fly Away Home
so many, many stars:
eyes of the skies that search the twilight night!
they know not scars or wars,
although the space between them seems so tight.
o splashing, dashing sea:
how many drops of water does it take
to set full free your glee,
when thrusting river, stream, and brook, and lake
...
can’t survive… it’s the thing that makes you better than you used to
be.”—Jennifer Weiner, Fly Away Home
so many, many stars:
eyes of the skies that search the twilight night!
they know not scars or wars,
although the space between them seems so tight.
o splashing, dashing sea:
how many drops of water does it take
to set full free your glee,
when thrusting river, stream, and brook, and lake
...
#dreams
#forest
#sea
#stars
#wisdom
146 reads
5 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 5:12pm
11th Aug 2024 5:12pm
Far-niente Théophile Gautier
'Translated French Poetry''
Sweet Idleness
When i laze the day away, as a cloud afloat
In the sky's blue fields, sails like the snow
Is when i love to be heard living, carefree
Ffar from the dusty tracks, sitting permanently
'Pon a mellow canvas, of moss and fern,
Lying on forest cool edge, the soft sunburn
Only to kill time and keep eyeing the ant
Whose mind on the foe winter, is ever bent
That...
Sweet Idleness
When i laze the day away, as a cloud afloat
In the sky's blue fields, sails like the snow
Is when i love to be heard living, carefree
Ffar from the dusty tracks, sitting permanently
'Pon a mellow canvas, of moss and fern,
Lying on forest cool edge, the soft sunburn
Only to kill time and keep eyeing the ant
Whose mind on the foe winter, is ever bent
That...
#admiration
#emotions
#forest
#kindness
#nature
90 reads
1 Comment
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 1:18am
10th Jun 2024 1:18am
The Dusty Trail Round My Bend
A shame, tis that crushed gravel path
that's seldom footstep riddled,
where bicycle tires perspire tamed tread so little
A path where timid animal tracks
are spread thin,
a vapid vastness cast between flocks
atop
ground that sees only squirrels indifferent
and confused ants entranced
by stone hill queens
on that life lean walk, crushing
I'm shocked,
for a spot
with so few dropping leaves
and so few blades of grass for frost to freeze,...
that's seldom footstep riddled,
where bicycle tires perspire tamed tread so little
A path where timid animal tracks
are spread thin,
a vapid vastness cast between flocks
atop
ground that sees only squirrels indifferent
and confused ants entranced
by stone hill queens
on that life lean walk, crushing
I'm shocked,
for a spot
with so few dropping leaves
and so few blades of grass for frost to freeze,...
#animals
#forest
#nature
180 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
7th Apr 2022 8:21am
7th Apr 2022 8:21am
Forest of Soul
I don't want to be a burden to you
Don't wish to be a cloud on your sunny day
I wish I could silence my shadows
For at times they just seem so loud
I'll never be as bright as sun light,
I'll never match the rainbows in the sky
My darkness lingers throughout my soul
Always hiding in the cracks of my mind
Tangling my feet at every step forwards
I'm sorry that I make you sad with my story
I try to hide my tears but so often I fail
Going from rain to hail in one small glimmer
I crumble so often under my own expectation ...
Don't wish to be a cloud on your sunny day
I wish I could silence my shadows
For at times they just seem so loud
I'll never be as bright as sun light,
I'll never match the rainbows in the sky
My darkness lingers throughout my soul
Always hiding in the cracks of my mind
Tangling my feet at every step forwards
I'm sorry that I make you sad with my story
I try to hide my tears but so often I fail
Going from rain to hail in one small glimmer
I crumble so often under my own expectation ...
#love
#heartbroken
#forest
#water
#SelfWorth
506 reads
5 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th May 2021 4:21am
25th May 2021 4:21am
Grey Wool & Little Feather
Grey Wool & Little Feather
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
A girl back in the great north rode...
When the earth thawed, Mammoths found their personal Manhattan in the Pacific Northwest but with their own trumpet instead of car horns. Mammoths were among the original vegans and the island was like getting to raid the 24-hour salad bar on a cruise ship. They were luckier than pigeons in Yankee Stadium with walnuts as leftovers instead of popcorn.
The hairy behemoths became grandparent figures for the humans. Thereby the sacred purpose of the lumbering beasts no longer required sacrifice.
A girl back in the great north rode...
#childhood
#forest
#animals
#snow
#historical
325 reads
6 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 8:33pm
14th Apr 2021 8:33pm
Eöl The Dark Elf of Beleriand
Blacksmith-casted reactional spells,
chemical behaviour of elements metallic;
clatter, flames and melting smell,
compounds and alloys, mixed and graphic.
Ferrous iron, as black as His Soul,
non-ferrous coloured low weight standards,
Eol The Elf, He Did Quite Know,
how to Yield this Science's hazards.
He forged shining dark Galvorn,
a metal inspired by Dwarven friends,
hard as their steel but malleable, worn
as suit of armour in the Woodland realms.
Nan Elmoth, oh fairytale shadowed,
a forest in...
chemical behaviour of elements metallic;
clatter, flames and melting smell,
compounds and alloys, mixed and graphic.
Ferrous iron, as black as His Soul,
non-ferrous coloured low weight standards,
Eol The Elf, He Did Quite Know,
how to Yield this Science's hazards.
He forged shining dark Galvorn,
a metal inspired by Dwarven friends,
hard as their steel but malleable, worn
as suit of armour in the Woodland realms.
Nan Elmoth, oh fairytale shadowed,
a forest in...
#sadness
#murder
#forest
#magic
#JRRTolkien
578 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
2nd Mar 2021 2:41am
Rainbow Gathering
Rainbow Gathering
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
The northern hills loom lyrically in windy wild abandon rising like humpback whales under Arcadian skies. Martha leaps out of the car and into the pool of light. There a grey-haired man lies in a lawn chair. Martha lunges at him and interrogates with, “What are ya’ll doing out here?”
His visage folds like a deck of cards. “I’m just chilling and eating a peanut butter sandwich.”
Huddled hippies gather, refugees from capitalism. A beautiful gypsy girl stops to greet us offering us repast in our lonely trek through life. We share a meal with her...
#love
#marriage
#forest
#nature
#freedom
350 reads
0 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
26th Oct 2020 10:54am
26th Oct 2020 10:54am
Angel Eyes (A Witche's Tale)
and so
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
#death
#forest
#animals
#pagan
#curse
674 reads
10 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
20th Jun 2020 3:26am
20th Jun 2020 3:26am
Forest walk
Boss gave us a day off –
“take time to reflect and relax”
Smart, he knew we all needed it
So here I am, taking my writing book to my favourite trail
Bench #1 - Letting go
Deep breaths, the prescription for relaxation
just inhaling the scent
balsam, cedar, spruce, pine
I took off my sunglasses
so I can take it all in
unfiltered
*
So, we’re on to a new phase, re-opening --
Just when I finally got used to
the low-grade anxiety
the wiping of all the things
the distancing and isolation -- ...
“take time to reflect and relax”
Smart, he knew we all needed it
So here I am, taking my writing book to my favourite trail
Bench #1 - Letting go
Deep breaths, the prescription for relaxation
just inhaling the scent
balsam, cedar, spruce, pine
I took off my sunglasses
so I can take it all in
unfiltered
*
So, we’re on to a new phase, re-opening --
Just when I finally got used to
the low-grade anxiety
the wiping of all the things
the distancing and isolation -- ...
#identity
#forest
#faith
577 reads
11 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
1st May 2020 5:54am
1st May 2020 5:54am
Decay (NaPo 30/30)
On a moonlit night, a forest, deep within,
Death smiled his cruel grin,
As searchers mourned the absence of their daughter
And sister,
Not knowing they will have to be truly mourning
In the morning.
For peeking just out from the pristine, newly fallen snow,
Two glass marbles out of their sockets, that they know,
Were left from Death's game of marbles on that cold, winter's day,
Left to rest, knowing they would be six feet under, soon, just like her, a mile away,
Smiling all the way.
A smile that is real,
For a smile made...
Death smiled his cruel grin,
As searchers mourned the absence of their daughter
And sister,
Not knowing they will have to be truly mourning
In the morning.
For peeking just out from the pristine, newly fallen snow,
Two glass marbles out of their sockets, that they know,
Were left from Death's game of marbles on that cold, winter's day,
Left to rest, knowing they would be six feet under, soon, just like her, a mile away,
Smiling all the way.
A smile that is real,
For a smile made...
#dark
#murder
#forest
#nature
#fiction
415 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
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
491 reads
2 Comments
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