Long Poems About Forests
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Long poems about forests. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Robert Frost...A Reflection
No matter corporeal essence
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#FreeVerse
#RobertFrost
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Dreamy Tree
I stroll through the forest as I do everyday
Admiring the vibrant colors as Spring arrives
I sit down at my favorite spot underneath the shade
And watch the entire forest sparkle under the sunlight.
The birds chirp to their hearts content
And the deer feed on the grass calmly
This beautiful space seems to be under an enchantment
The absolute peace has my eyes drooping.
Suddenly my eyes snap open as the wind picks up
The sounds of nature have abruptly gone mute
As soon as I reach the next line of trees, the wind comes to an abrupt… ...
Admiring the vibrant colors as Spring arrives
I sit down at my favorite spot underneath the shade
And watch the entire forest sparkle under the sunlight.
The birds chirp to their hearts content
And the deer feed on the grass calmly
This beautiful space seems to be under an enchantment
The absolute peace has my eyes drooping.
Suddenly my eyes snap open as the wind picks up
The sounds of nature have abruptly gone mute
As soon as I reach the next line of trees, the wind comes to an abrupt… ...
#dreams
#forest
#trees
#sky
#rhyming
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THROUGH BREATH and BEING ALONE, BELOVED, I BELONG (6-5-18, 10:00am, Cathedral City 'Cove', California)
each
and every day
when im
just
far enough
away
from all
the noisy
dense complexities
the fractalingly
insane
inanities
of the blinding
artifice filled
distractive separation
free will chosen
unconscious ways
of man
and find myself
or take
myself
anywhere out
into nature
i very quickly
come around
to breathe in
its vital ...
and every day
when im
just
far enough
away
from all
the noisy
dense complexities
the fractalingly
insane
inanities
of the blinding
artifice filled
distractive separation
free will chosen
unconscious ways
of man
and find myself
or take
myself
anywhere out
into nature
i very quickly
come around
to breathe in
its vital ...
#forest
#sea
#sky
#nature
#mountains
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The Perfect Place To Die
( Rensaku: linked Tanka )
1) Aokigahara Dream
this belov’ed sight
I’ve grown up with a lifetime,
even out at sea
helping Father mend his nets—
he and brother haul a catch
lurching from the waves,
thoughts of late spring pilgrimage
family outing days—
tossing back the smaller fish
before we set sail for home
early next morning,
Mother’s honored sisters come,
cherished reunion—
helping prepare the lunches
when we honor Fuji-San
Father’s ‘Buddha’ truck ...
1) Aokigahara Dream
this belov’ed sight
I’ve grown up with a lifetime,
even out at sea
helping Father mend his nets—
he and brother haul a catch
lurching from the waves,
thoughts of late spring pilgrimage
family outing days—
tossing back the smaller fish
before we set sail for home
early next morning,
Mother’s honored sisters come,
cherished reunion—
helping prepare the lunches
when we honor Fuji-San
Father’s ‘Buddha’ truck ...
#suicide
#forest
#trees
#nature
#ghosts
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17 Comments
safe within a forest of bluebells
Today I stand
purple lingers around my feet
brown barks are standing strongly
tall and proud
brave giants of wonderful wood
the sky upstairs hides
proudly behind branches, leaves
my umbrella
a cover in those painful tragic times
the sky, and my mind
there is no option
I need to hide
just like the sky happily shrouded
beyond the giants and the leaves
separation of space
separation of worlds
and here I am, hiding
I'm in a safe world
where beautiful bluebells stand
safe and happy ladies
soft and...
purple lingers around my feet
brown barks are standing strongly
tall and proud
brave giants of wonderful wood
the sky upstairs hides
proudly behind branches, leaves
my umbrella
a cover in those painful tragic times
the sky, and my mind
there is no option
I need to hide
just like the sky happily shrouded
beyond the giants and the leaves
separation of space
separation of worlds
and here I am, hiding
I'm in a safe world
where beautiful bluebells stand
safe and happy ladies
soft and...
#strength
#forest
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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A Lonesome Planet Breathes
A Lonesome Planet Breathes
1
The smoke from a forest being burned for tobacco cultivation hovers over the fields. Men gather at the saloon to smoke cigars and drink beer. A gray-haired man sits in the center of the room with a gaze as though collecting his thoughts. I see into the crystal clarity of his eyes and approach him. He tells me of the mystery of time which flows like a river through the forest of dreams.
He shares his memory of the crescent of Quonset huts where babies nurse from their mother’s breast. It is the twilight of magic he...
1
The smoke from a forest being burned for tobacco cultivation hovers over the fields. Men gather at the saloon to smoke cigars and drink beer. A gray-haired man sits in the center of the room with a gaze as though collecting his thoughts. I see into the crystal clarity of his eyes and approach him. He tells me of the mystery of time which flows like a river through the forest of dreams.
He shares his memory of the crescent of Quonset huts where babies nurse from their mother’s breast. It is the twilight of magic he...
#forest
#trees
#nature
739 reads
6 Comments
Daughter of the Moon
T 'was a cloudless night on the eve of her birth,
The wind was silent, and the sea was calm;
Excitement vibrated deep within the earth,
A babe's cry pierced the air in repeated song.
An Ocean Princess blessed the King and Queen,
Their joyful laughter drowned out her cries;
She was the most beautiful that any had ever seen,
Awe struck the hearts of all who have gazed into her eyes.
The stunning color of priceless emerald,
...
The wind was silent, and the sea was calm;
Excitement vibrated deep within the earth,
A babe's cry pierced the air in repeated song.
An Ocean Princess blessed the King and Queen,
Their joyful laughter drowned out her cries;
She was the most beautiful that any had ever seen,
Awe struck the hearts of all who have gazed into her eyes.
The stunning color of priceless emerald,
...
#love
#forest
#narrative
#moon
#night
1061 reads
18 Comments
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