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.
In The Dead Of October
In the deep blue yonder
Where the dusty pathways meander
The mist is thick
In the dead of October
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The lark hovers in the sky
A pair of happy butterflies
There's dancing and singing
A moment of heaven is passing by
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The blue mountain's majestic height
The pastures down, sleeping quite
Shepherds and silent flocks
A divine harmony, under God's light
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In October, yellow flowers grow
A clear autumn day, sun's aglow
Spring has left some shine,
To keep some more...
Where the dusty pathways meander
The mist is thick
In the dead of October
****
The lark hovers in the sky
A pair of happy butterflies
There's dancing and singing
A moment of heaven is passing by
****
The blue mountain's majestic height
The pastures down, sleeping quite
Shepherds and silent flocks
A divine harmony, under God's light
****
In October, yellow flowers grow
A clear autumn day, sun's aglow
Spring has left some shine,
To keep some more...
#forest
#mountains
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
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THE NEED FOR PEACE
As another day comes over the horizon and it is here were, I sit down by the river of crystals waters, hearing it flows so calming to my brain 🧠 waves, as it quiets the very temple of my thoughts. WITH the deepness of the sound of running waters, sounding in the backdrop of my mind and eyes, seeing with each ripping wave. TO remain me again how much of what I see affects, the deepness of my thoughts and insight and imagination and dreams. For sure it's here I think of the peace and tranquility and peace, that lets me be able to share my thoughts with me myself and I, with the forest...
#evolution
#forest
#nature
#river
#sun
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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
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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
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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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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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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
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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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