Tree Poems
#trees
Tree poems about the role of trees in the natural world and the cycle of life. Poems exploring the beauty, strength and character of trees which have stood the test of time. Spiritual, nature and fantasy poems about trees.
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Newspaper.
I found a
Newspaper in subway.
Some 🍋lime juice spread the
Matteo.
Crunch of birthday biscuits🍪
A bird's nest over her
Port Lincoln.
She might fall asleep on
Her getting ready for
Sometimes.
Newspaper in subway.
Some 🍋lime juice spread the
Matteo.
Crunch of birthday biscuits🍪
A bird's nest over her
Port Lincoln.
She might fall asleep on
Her getting ready for
Sometimes.
#trees
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Audacious.
He stepped from
Flies and landed
On Sunday nights.
Dear I'm a poor fellow
With yellow pants
With paper on cycle
Sells tables and chronicles
And tea.
Uh
My wife on way of autumn Rick Scotts
Sitting Beneath a crow of laws from
Lan cable bill💵 and the draft is a new miCe 🐭.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
Flies and landed
On Sunday nights.
Dear I'm a poor fellow
With yellow pants
With paper on cycle
Sells tables and chronicles
And tea.
Uh
My wife on way of autumn Rick Scotts
Sitting Beneath a crow of laws from
Lan cable bill💵 and the draft is a new miCe 🐭.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
#trees
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A sea of trees
Lost and adrift in a sea of trees,
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
but unlike water I tread not leaves.
So sink I do into its shade
beneath the hanging masquerade.
So much life from Fuji"s fire
yet stronger still is death's desire.
Listen to their dying pleas,
out there lost among the trees.
Strong of limb and rooted trunk
in forest thick so far I've sunk.
So easily we lose our way,
hear now what the souls will say.
Enter not if you're not strong
the sorrow here is deep and long,
The trees will hold all that you give ...
#suicide
#forest
#trees
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The Wise Old Tree
I was walking down the lake.
Mascara dripping down my face.
And a white dress covered in lace.
The lake was my comfort place.
Where I can calm down in a comfortable pace.
Beside me,was a wise,old tree.
It looked old,but not that old to me.
It had gold leaves,branches,small and big.
And its crown was lit by the sun.
I felt a sense of comfort,and no need to run from anything.
I sat beside the tree and looked up at the sky.
I told myself I'm sad.
And the tree asked me, ""Why?"'.
I told him and...
Mascara dripping down my face.
And a white dress covered in lace.
The lake was my comfort place.
Where I can calm down in a comfortable pace.
Beside me,was a wise,old tree.
It looked old,but not that old to me.
It had gold leaves,branches,small and big.
And its crown was lit by the sun.
I felt a sense of comfort,and no need to run from anything.
I sat beside the tree and looked up at the sky.
I told myself I'm sad.
And the tree asked me, ""Why?"'.
I told him and...
#trees
#nature
#uplifting
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ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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Sunshiny Day
easy sorrow, today is a beautiful day
I understand your desire to paint things melancholy
but today I'm going to kiss the sky
and give reverence to the beauty I see
the garden flowers worship the sun
and the weeds too
the moist earth giving birth to seedlings
the trees so solemn
history is contained in their branches
they whisper quietly among themselves
hush now they may be telling you a secret
the dandelions a delight decorating the grass
everything in a symbiotic relationship with one another
the birds and...
I understand your desire to paint things melancholy
but today I'm going to kiss the sky
and give reverence to the beauty I see
the garden flowers worship the sun
and the weeds too
the moist earth giving birth to seedlings
the trees so solemn
history is contained in their branches
they whisper quietly among themselves
hush now they may be telling you a secret
the dandelions a delight decorating the grass
everything in a symbiotic relationship with one another
the birds and...
#trees
#flowers
#nature
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Crater Lake
Meet me at
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old....
#trees
#water
#nature #peace
#nature #peace
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A KIND OF INTERCOURSE IN NATURE
The gentle flowers of the meadow are all femininity.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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Please
I can taste the breeze
As i feel the essence
And sweet scents
Of other trees
They speak to me
With a myriad tongues
Ancient underground roots
Of a varied view
All sweep the skies
Of an azure blue
Here i stand
The gnarly old me
I am a friendly gregarious
Funny looking tree
Oft in the shape of a pyramid
My arms reaching out
Across the undulating landscape
As i view entities
With a critical eye
Carrying razor teeth
Distant friends, soon to die
as their sap like blood
Bleeds dry
And...
As i feel the essence
And sweet scents
Of other trees
They speak to me
With a myriad tongues
Ancient underground roots
Of a varied view
All sweep the skies
Of an azure blue
Here i stand
The gnarly old me
I am a friendly gregarious
Funny looking tree
Oft in the shape of a pyramid
My arms reaching out
Across the undulating landscape
As i view entities
With a critical eye
Carrying razor teeth
Distant friends, soon to die
as their sap like blood
Bleeds dry
And...
#trees
#environment
#nature
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The Faceless - Flash Horror
I had to leave. The atmosphere at home was radioactive. I could feel my flesh melt, and my hair fall out. I left at night with no money. I had the clothes on my skin, a raincoat, a lighter, a solitary cigarette, and for some reason, a note pad.
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
My father told me to write it down, get it out of my head. Write it down. Write what down? Write the babble, the paranoia, the fear, the hatred of the capitalist system, the pain of falling in love with people who needed more than a sense of humor to form a relationship, write it down, and then forget about it....
#dark
#teens
#trees
#MentalHealth
#horror
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A Natural Beauty
drifting through the day
I awaken to the sunshine
deeply filled with a sense of appreciation
lilting on the winds with the trees
communicating with their leaves
drowsy little flowers in the flowerbeds smile skyward
and I smile with them
touching the sky with my love
a tiny little soul wandering nature
connected to the earth and vibrating with the dirt
whispering my secrets to an obliging field
the orchard watches on
sentient beings
stoically keeping record of time
today is a beautiful day
I...
I awaken to the sunshine
deeply filled with a sense of appreciation
lilting on the winds with the trees
communicating with their leaves
drowsy little flowers in the flowerbeds smile skyward
and I smile with them
touching the sky with my love
a tiny little soul wandering nature
connected to the earth and vibrating with the dirt
whispering my secrets to an obliging field
the orchard watches on
sentient beings
stoically keeping record of time
today is a beautiful day
I...
#trees
#flowers
#nature
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Emily Lema Lucy and Neil. Yes you.
Things aren't fine
For the dine.
Be slow.
Birthday.
Be cautious of uncles
We have been
Fortunate enough
To have a good
Ceremony at the end.
Be careful of your
Coming to home while
bus or train running late.
Be careful with a
Good gracias.
Much longer
Than I needed.
Never let anyone!??
as the fruits of divine
Are relish to cherish.
Preservation is the best care.
Letter to Emily, lema and Lucy anda boy Neil.
For the dine.
Be slow.
Birthday.
Be cautious of uncles
We have been
Fortunate enough
To have a good
Ceremony at the end.
Be careful of your
Coming to home while
bus or train running late.
Be careful with a
Good gracias.
Much longer
Than I needed.
Never let anyone!??
as the fruits of divine
Are relish to cherish.
Preservation is the best care.
Letter to Emily, lema and Lucy anda boy Neil.
#trees
#flowers
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DU Poetry : Tree Poems