Poems About Forests by Top Critiquers
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Poems about forests by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Twinkling fairy lights
Visual poem
#forest
#summer
#night #magic
#night #magic
929 reads
23 Comments
LA
a blue river has
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
frozen in the vast sky
it is searching for
its traces on the
subtle layers of the earth
the shores
woven like nests
have become distorted
the souls of grey stones
are clashing
with the dry fields
stray winds
caused havoc
in the forests
and made a deep
friendship with
the flames of fire
golden spoon people
sleeping in a deep sleep
have started creating chaos
bumblebees intoxicated
by the sweet fragrance
have started fainting
...
#fear
#forest
#tragedy #apocalypse
#tragedy #apocalypse
118 reads
12 Comments
Naked and Afraid
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#forest
#obsession
471 reads
11 Comments
Earth Navel
Earth Navel
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
She is the navel of the world
Who imbibes the silent sunshine
Of a golden autumn forest of light
That glimmers in the mirror pools
Of her eyes
That see into the heart of nature
And she grows like the tree rings
Of an ancient oak
That remembers the thirsty years
She is the mystery of Gaia
Whose lungs breathe the aeolian breeze
She drinks the quiet sunlight
Like a maple leaf
Pining for summer
When dusk dreams settle
In the chambers of her soul
Where the bird of paradise slumbers ...
#earth
#forest
#nature
#spiritual
#women
75 reads
2 Comments
A Warm Heart In Winter
Blindly drifted out into the mountain, the pastoral flair always revived, fueled; alive with a childhood memory,
more eager when Nature speaks volumes about the winds and gales, the torrents and the flowing rivers,
the thick layers of snow, and the flames that dance like fairy silhouettes against the walls,
the sliding steps 'pon the slippery steep slopes.....
When winter is again and ever faithful to its chilling rhythm, foggy and iced air, cold and freezing,
when beauty is not only flowers dancing in vernal breeze, happy birds singing between the trees,, ...
more eager when Nature speaks volumes about the winds and gales, the torrents and the flowing rivers,
the thick layers of snow, and the flames that dance like fairy silhouettes against the walls,
the sliding steps 'pon the slippery steep slopes.....
When winter is again and ever faithful to its chilling rhythm, foggy and iced air, cold and freezing,
when beauty is not only flowers dancing in vernal breeze, happy birds singing between the trees,, ...
#forest
#motivational
#nature
#NewYear
#trees
94 reads
2 Comments
Life of a Tree
Deeply rooted in the womb of
Mother Earth
Branches stretched out to the sky
I connect this planet with the
Spiritual realm
Being a tree I am more awaken
Than I was in my life as a human
Once I was an insecure woman
Full of doubt without self-esteem
Now I live in widening circles and
Trust in nature's cyclical unfolding
Every spring I am reborn
In full bloom
A bride of the man of green
Soon after I give birth to
Sweet summer fruits
Before autumnal storms
Ask me for the death dance
And I let...
Mother Earth
Branches stretched out to the sky
I connect this planet with the
Spiritual realm
Being a tree I am more awaken
Than I was in my life as a human
Once I was an insecure woman
Full of doubt without self-esteem
Now I live in widening circles and
Trust in nature's cyclical unfolding
Every spring I am reborn
In full bloom
A bride of the man of green
Soon after I give birth to
Sweet summer fruits
Before autumnal storms
Ask me for the death dance
And I let...
#forest
#trees
#LifeCycle
181 reads
2 Comments
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
593 reads
11 Comments
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
53 reads
0 Comments
Oh, modern self-medication
Oh, modern self-medication....
In caveman days
They say
Those beasts
Ate roots
And bark,
And seeds
And these
Were all
To meet
Our cosmic thoughts
And challenge
Inner needs.
A cactus
Here
And poultice
Rare
Raised
Consciousness
Like canyons.
Those rituals
Have lost
Their place
And live
Like soul
Abanyones.
In caveman days
They say
Those beasts
Ate roots
And bark,
And seeds
And these
Were all
To meet
Our cosmic thoughts
And challenge
Inner needs.
A cactus
Here
And poultice
Rare
Raised
Consciousness
Like canyons.
Those rituals
Have lost
Their place
And live
Like soul
Abanyones.
#forest
#nature
#LifeCycle
345 reads
4 Comments
Deep Roots
As time goes
we see ourselves crumble,
while others see
strength...
Stand Tall Mighty Oak!
we see ourselves crumble,
while others see
strength...
Stand Tall Mighty Oak!
#forest
239 reads
0 Comments
Hymn to Trees
Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust
I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.
There she stands
Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field
she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.
I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...
#Britain
#forest
#pagan
#prayer
#trees
150 reads
2 Comments
Talking Tree From Boston
Tribute:
The essence of me
Wrapped inside a fluffy tree
That’s where you’ll find me
The essence of me
Wrapped inside a fluffy tree
That’s where you’ll find me
#forest
#trees
541 reads
8 Comments
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