Forest Poems
#forest
Poems about forests and woodland. Teeming with life and the beauty of nature, trees and everything that goes on in the dense and tangled undergrowth. Forest poems, about the light and darkness of the forest, and nature's cycle of life and decay.
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 2:22pm
12th Oct 2024 2:22pm
Forest Sanctum
The death of Summer
Brings about new life
The vibrant colors of Autumn
Restore my mental clarity
In this otherwise grey existence.
Fingertips gently trailing in the water
Laying near the picturesque pond
Listening to the birds call.
Hearken to Autumn's sweet voice
Discern her beauty from the darkness
Of Winter.
The leaves rustling in the wind
Dying
Not living to see another day.
This is my sanctum.
The equinox approaches
So does Death....
Brings about new life
The vibrant colors of Autumn
Restore my mental clarity
In this otherwise grey existence.
Fingertips gently trailing in the water
Laying near the picturesque pond
Listening to the birds call.
Hearken to Autumn's sweet voice
Discern her beauty from the darkness
Of Winter.
The leaves rustling in the wind
Dying
Not living to see another day.
This is my sanctum.
The equinox approaches
So does Death....
#forest
#nature
#trees
154 reads
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 1:57pm
12th Oct 2024 1:57pm
Natural Delight
Natural Delight
Some natural gifts in my inborn flair
'bout mundane life, not the more i care
Societal games, bustling agora sites
Loveless feel for the bright city lights
Praising a stroll somewhere in the field
In the mead, not before a screen shield
Where bleat and moo make the book i read
Where shepherd and mountain take the lead
My feelings flame at morning dripping dew
At chirping bird with dawn wakes up, anew
And riparian walk by a trickling stream
Time is water...
Some natural gifts in my inborn flair
'bout mundane life, not the more i care
Societal games, bustling agora sites
Loveless feel for the bright city lights
Praising a stroll somewhere in the field
In the mead, not before a screen shield
Where bleat and moo make the book i read
Where shepherd and mountain take the lead
My feelings flame at morning dripping dew
At chirping bird with dawn wakes up, anew
And riparian walk by a trickling stream
Time is water...
#earth
#forest
#nature
#trees
#water
84 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
12th Oct 2024 11:26am
Long Prints
The prints they lead through mire and dust
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
In paths both wide and deep
To where the woods in silent trust
Their ancient secrets keep
No beast doth make such crooked mark
Nor man with mortal tread
Yet there they wind, both cold and stark
Where none would dare to head
The trees, they sigh with heavy grief
For deep beneath the loam
Lie souls denied their rightful brief
Who never called life home
The prints, they lead to burial ground
Where unborn rest in gloom
Their cries, though soft, still stir the sound...
#dark
#forest
#ghosts
#mystery
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 3:57am
9th Oct 2024 3:57am
Vale Visions
In moonlit veil, the forest weeps
A song too soft for mortal ears
Where shadows in the silence creep
And cradle all forgotten fears
The trees, like specters, bend and sway
Their boughs adorned with ghostly bloom
Each petal black as death’s own day
A fragile beauty cloaked in gloom
The air is thick with sorrow's breath
Yet strangely sweet, it fills the night
A dance between both life and death
Where darkness sighs in pale starlight
And in this place, both fair and fell
A single figure stands alone
Its face...
A song too soft for mortal ears
Where shadows in the silence creep
And cradle all forgotten fears
The trees, like specters, bend and sway
Their boughs adorned with ghostly bloom
Each petal black as death’s own day
A fragile beauty cloaked in gloom
The air is thick with sorrow's breath
Yet strangely sweet, it fills the night
A dance between both life and death
Where darkness sighs in pale starlight
And in this place, both fair and fell
A single figure stands alone
Its face...
#forest
#ghosts
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 5:14pm
8th Oct 2024 5:14pm
Outside Forces
I bide ‘neath trees, where none doth see
in shadows deep, thou com’st to me
No eyes to watch, no hands to grasp
yet still I reach, yet still I clasp
I am the breath that stirs the air
the weight that mak’st thy heart to scare
I move in silence, cold and sly
a thought, a thing thou canst not spy
Thou walk’st the path, yet I am near
within each sigh, within thy fear
Thy steps do tremble, feed my thirst
for in thy dread, I find my first
I am the chill that ‘neath thy skin
doth creep, doth crawl, and pull thee in ...
in shadows deep, thou com’st to me
No eyes to watch, no hands to grasp
yet still I reach, yet still I clasp
I am the breath that stirs the air
the weight that mak’st thy heart to scare
I move in silence, cold and sly
a thought, a thing thou canst not spy
Thou walk’st the path, yet I am near
within each sigh, within thy fear
Thy steps do tremble, feed my thirst
for in thy dread, I find my first
I am the chill that ‘neath thy skin
doth creep, doth crawl, and pull thee in ...
#dark
#forest
#horror
98 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 6:57pm
6th Oct 2024 6:57pm
Big Top Steam
A Big East Top Steam Whistle
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
The steam whistle goes off to sleep
No more coal left now we haul parcels and people places and then some
Want the steam whistle to echo through the valley
All I hear is a ghost whispering to me when I’m awake
So Kov bought it for scrap tryin to spin a buck
All he hears walking along great steel is
Ghostly voices coming from a steam engine from time before
They say here comes the Scrap Man
The butcher will tear us apart for profit
He says to them as long as I’m...
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sky
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
Wooded Vales and Howling Winds
The wind is old in the wooded vales
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
#dark
#forest
#scary #wind
#scary #wind
89 reads
2 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 8:12pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:12pm
Mornings like these
My heart longs for peace
Craving solitude with every beat
I felt the breeze cling to me
The fire burned
Warming my hands
The warm coffee on my tongue
Mornings like these
Where I hear the trees
I sometimes remember my dreams
Craving solitude with every beat
I felt the breeze cling to me
The fire burned
Warming my hands
The warm coffee on my tongue
Mornings like these
Where I hear the trees
I sometimes remember my dreams
#fall
#forest
#mountains
107 reads
4 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 2:57pm
2nd Oct 2024 2:57pm
Wine in the mountains
The bittersweet taste on my tongue
I continue on
Drinking my glass
As I bask
In the sunlight
The sun hits the mountain tips
A whole new kind of bliss
While my heart belongs to the sea
This is also quite pretty
I walked
And saw the evergreen trees
And aspen leaves
Yellow and green
What a dream
I continue on
Drinking my glass
As I bask
In the sunlight
The sun hits the mountain tips
A whole new kind of bliss
While my heart belongs to the sea
This is also quite pretty
I walked
And saw the evergreen trees
And aspen leaves
Yellow and green
What a dream
#alcohol
#fall
#forest #mountains
#forest #mountains
101 reads
2 Comments
drone
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 11:31am
2nd Oct 2024 11:31am
When It Moves
It is
One of thee worst
Fears
One can imagine
The Shock
The Terror
The Fear
When the Ground
Moves
Under our feet
Not stopping
Until everything
We've ever known
Has Gone
One of thee worst
Fears
One can imagine
The Shock
The Terror
The Fear
When the Ground
Moves
Under our feet
Not stopping
Until everything
We've ever known
Has Gone
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sea
100 reads
4 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 11:19pm
25th Sep 2024 11:19pm
Mountains
Mountain tops with tips of white
Starlight lights the nights
The trees touch the sky
The sounds of rivers flowing
A warm fire
It’s not my favorite
But I enjoy the view
The hot tub in the mountains
The birds I’ve only seen photos of
The moment of peace
With surprisingly no heat
Except from the hot tub water
All so serene
And green
The air is clean
My escape
Much different from the cape
I shall like to paint
The mountains tipped in white
Like God’s way of resting his hands on the mountains ...
Starlight lights the nights
The trees touch the sky
The sounds of rivers flowing
A warm fire
It’s not my favorite
But I enjoy the view
The hot tub in the mountains
The birds I’ve only seen photos of
The moment of peace
With surprisingly no heat
Except from the hot tub water
All so serene
And green
The air is clean
My escape
Much different from the cape
I shall like to paint
The mountains tipped in white
Like God’s way of resting his hands on the mountains ...
#admiration
#forest
#mountains
99 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 2:50am
21st Sep 2024 2:50am
Step out of being
Step out of your being
into the forest
approaching the silence
walking beside me
when I do not see
listening to the leaves
and the sand in the glass
touching the shadow of me
with outstretched hands
and soft promises
into the forest
approaching the silence
walking beside me
when I do not see
listening to the leaves
and the sand in the glass
touching the shadow of me
with outstretched hands
and soft promises
#forest
#nature
#philosophical #spiritual
#philosophical #spiritual
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