Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique
#trees
Poems about trees seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Tree's
I don’t know why, but I love the trees
When their leaves have all departed,
Their bare branches, reaching,
Speak more to me than the
green that was once was established.
I’m here to plant a seed,
Though its roots may never take,
The seed must choose to grow or fade,
As the trees choose when to break.
In winter, they surrender,
Only to awaken with the spring,
So many trees out here today
stand without leaves—
How beautiful is their quiet contribution.
NP
When their leaves have all departed,
Their bare branches, reaching,
Speak more to me than the
green that was once was established.
I’m here to plant a seed,
Though its roots may never take,
The seed must choose to grow or fade,
As the trees choose when to break.
In winter, they surrender,
Only to awaken with the spring,
So many trees out here today
stand without leaves—
How beautiful is their quiet contribution.
NP
#dreams
#evolution
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature
#trees
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bloom
the day awoke me slowly
with her vibrant vibrations, she lured me out of the sleepiness, of dreams
swaying in her energy, I open my eyes and look around me
trees utter wisdom
flowers in their beds, shook the dew from their dozy heads
slowly opening to the sunshine
while the day began her lessons for the day
shyness came to behold, the dawn
late for class, her mother admonished
the world is interactive, be kind to her she'll be kind to you
gentle understanding between a child and her mother
spark the child's imagination ...
with her vibrant vibrations, she lured me out of the sleepiness, of dreams
swaying in her energy, I open my eyes and look around me
trees utter wisdom
flowers in their beds, shook the dew from their dozy heads
slowly opening to the sunshine
while the day began her lessons for the day
shyness came to behold, the dawn
late for class, her mother admonished
the world is interactive, be kind to her she'll be kind to you
gentle understanding between a child and her mother
spark the child's imagination ...
#flowers
#nature
#trees
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upon trees and growing old
I loved your leaves, but come
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
the winter, when you
were stark and naked
and bare, I loved you still more
#aging
#trees
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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
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Fruitless Season
Fruit sweet and ripe, out for the picking:
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
not a single branch on the tree hangs bare--
but idle hands turn up empty,
nothing gathered to savor or share.
Unused baskets collecting cobwebs,
sit forgotten in the dusty shed;
the hammock strung in the shade of the tree
rocks gently in the breeze beneath my head.
I wake to the sickening smell of rot,
my precious fruit scattered on the ground--
I shoo the swarming bugs from their feasting,
but not one untouched piece can be found.
My stomach turns, consumed with regret ...
#disappointment
#emptiness
#regret #trees
#regret #trees
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Mother Earth
time escapes me as I walk through the earth
ancient things are here that shouldn't be disturbed
energies are given off and shadows are cast
trees very wise and old have seen many a thing die
communicating through their roots the trees talk
keeping record of all that man has wrought
sleeping giants of old
the earth cradles their souls
reclaiming bits of herself with the help of weeds
minerals and crystals are elements of our mother
precious metals that make the earth hum
extending their gifts to human
why consume when...
ancient things are here that shouldn't be disturbed
energies are given off and shadows are cast
trees very wise and old have seen many a thing die
communicating through their roots the trees talk
keeping record of all that man has wrought
sleeping giants of old
the earth cradles their souls
reclaiming bits of herself with the help of weeds
minerals and crystals are elements of our mother
precious metals that make the earth hum
extending their gifts to human
why consume when...
#earth
#environment
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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8 Comments
I See That Someone Likes His Christmas Gift
Natalia stood next to Derek.
She disrobed and flashed near the tree.
She glanced with a smile.
She disrobed and flashed near the tree.
She glanced with a smile.
#Christmas
#fiction
#friendship
#sex
#trees
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hum
compelling notes amuse me
seeking the melody I hear
the source of it, nature herself
green humming quietly in the background
blue floating above
yellow lighting on my soul making it shiny
the trees gently sing songs of joy, songs of sorrow
they record history and if you're listening retell it
busily tending the flowers below
shading them, so their tender blooms don't burn
the flowers sing along with the others in soprano
sweet little voices, of angels
accompanied by the hummingbirds
carefully delivering pollen...
seeking the melody I hear
the source of it, nature herself
green humming quietly in the background
blue floating above
yellow lighting on my soul making it shiny
the trees gently sing songs of joy, songs of sorrow
they record history and if you're listening retell it
busily tending the flowers below
shading them, so their tender blooms don't burn
the flowers sing along with the others in soprano
sweet little voices, of angels
accompanied by the hummingbirds
carefully delivering pollen...
#bees
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
#trees
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BEYOND THE TRAIL
If you could just to take a walk through, the process of nature of tall trees how would you feel, that you are involve into a different kind of mental stimulation. For sure I would like to have a second ⌚ of your time, and your own thoughts in your mind. 🤔 For just imagine here you are in a place of no time alone just space. Now just imagine how much you feel better, like this is what you want and need to sustain, your own thoughts about your, own personal thoughts and insight and attention, to the deepness of the truth. For sure you can be come overwhelme, to the very deepness...
#forest
#LifeCycle
#nature
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
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4 Comments
Feel forest
a lonesome day
the trout swims far away
the forest remains
I walk and talk with the smell all round
the breeze blowin’ up the meadow
cross the river to see
the kid in me
quick drippin’ coffee
I enjoy the weight of my body
I enjoy the smell of dry grass
and coffee
a lonesome day
tomorrows mornin
seems far away
the trout swims far away
the forest remains
I walk and talk with the smell all round
the breeze blowin’ up the meadow
cross the river to see
the kid in me
quick drippin’ coffee
I enjoy the weight of my body
I enjoy the smell of dry grass
and coffee
a lonesome day
tomorrows mornin
seems far away
#forest
#nature
#trees
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little tree
contemplative soul, wandering through a maze of thought
winding my way through sadness
walking the lonely pathways
a maze of forested trees
I hear their thoughts as I pass by
sentient beings of deep meaning
they ask me, little tree where are your branches
I tell them it has been a hard time for me among the mortals
humans can be cruel
their leaves rustle, as they utter hush little tree
you are to learn, while among them
wisdom gained, to bring back to us, later
we will watch out for you
time avows...
winding my way through sadness
walking the lonely pathways
a maze of forested trees
I hear their thoughts as I pass by
sentient beings of deep meaning
they ask me, little tree where are your branches
I tell them it has been a hard time for me among the mortals
humans can be cruel
their leaves rustle, as they utter hush little tree
you are to learn, while among them
wisdom gained, to bring back to us, later
we will watch out for you
time avows...
#love
#trees
#wisdom
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7 Comments
Of Leaves and Other Debris
Along the path of amber hue
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
Where leaves like whispers fall
The trees stand bare against the blue
So stark, so still, so tall
The air hangs thick with earthy scents
As shadows start to creep
The brittle ground, where branches bent
Lies bound in autumn’s sleep
The rustling leaves, a mournful sound
Lie scattered, torn, and shed
Their colors bright, now fallen down
A carpet for the dead
In quiet steps, I tread alone
Beneath the fading light
Where every tree and branch and stone
Seems haunted by the...
#fall
#forest
#narrative
#nature
#trees
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DU Poetry : Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique