Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique
#trees
Poems about trees seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
little tree
My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
#anxiety
#trees
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Windowpane
Screaming out loud
pounding my chest
primal in the mid of night.
By the sacred fire
deep in the woods
dancing flames, rising ember's
carrying spirits to the stars.
Colors splash in my head
visions fill my mind
inside and out,
the wind talks to me
"just listen" she says.
The trees they dance with me
swaying in the breeze,
everything blends
my spirits and the wind...
pounding my chest
primal in the mid of night.
By the sacred fire
deep in the woods
dancing flames, rising ember's
carrying spirits to the stars.
Colors splash in my head
visions fill my mind
inside and out,
the wind talks to me
"just listen" she says.
The trees they dance with me
swaying in the breeze,
everything blends
my spirits and the wind...
#fire
#love
#trees #universe
#trees #universe
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Eyes of the beholder
As there is still some beauty left in the world 🌎 there is still some people's heart, not change by the chaos and drama and confusion and madness. WHO take the time to admire the many flowers and inhale and exhale there beautiful scents. AS they stroll by the precious things in life. Just needing some gentle loving care and love and attention, to continue to grow and bloom in the fresh spring, weather of the coming of spring changing into a summer breeze as they bloom in the horizon sun 🌞 🪬 SHAMAN 🪬
#flowers
#metaphor
#rose
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
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Ode to My Mango Tree
two decades or so, yet
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
#nature
#respect
#spiritual #trees
#spiritual #trees
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Oh Happy Day
Oh sunny day welcomes me in
beautiful sunlit flowers smile up at me
while their tree guardians take note
the birds resting in their boughs
leaves rustling slightly
while their branches praise the blue
the sky reaches on forever
a home for the sun
The earth rotates lazily as the day progresses on
She is interactive, our mother
she gives as she receives
I notice that on days I'm stormy
and stomping out about the property
She will reach out and trip me
admonishing me to be kind
the energy I'm...
beautiful sunlit flowers smile up at me
while their tree guardians take note
the birds resting in their boughs
leaves rustling slightly
while their branches praise the blue
the sky reaches on forever
a home for the sun
The earth rotates lazily as the day progresses on
She is interactive, our mother
she gives as she receives
I notice that on days I'm stormy
and stomping out about the property
She will reach out and trip me
admonishing me to be kind
the energy I'm...
#flowers
#nature
#trees
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11 Comments
~of a 2 random flashed paradisiacal poetic symbolisms.. of an otherwise prosaic day
1.
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
#animals
#flowers
#nature
#symbolism
#trees
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~a march(-ing) red..
.in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
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When Fall Comes to New England
John Denver saw fire in the Colorado sky, but I've seen it in the trees of New England and didn’t need to be high to see it.
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
The smell of a sultry summer field as it yielded its annual organic essence to a foggy September morning. The cemetery where rests my ancestry, deeply ensconced in the vineyards near Dundee and Glen Eden. The smell of the catawbas would approach sensory overload at this time of year. An exceptionally warm day just after duck season, kayaking around the abandoned blinds in the marshes at the north end of Cayuga Lake. Taking that last swim if you were still...
#fall
#nature
#trees
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Autumn Leaves
I am surrounded by autumn leaves,
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
Their vibrant hues of crimson and gold,
Whispering tales of change and beauty.
The crisp air carries the scent of earth,
Dew-kissed mornings, and evenings in twilight,
Leaves gently falling like nature's confetti.
I walk through a carpet of russet and amber,
Each step a reminder of the cycle of life,
Nature's quiet song echoing in my heart.
The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Yet full of grace and dignity,
Revealing the sky in its clear, blue splendor.
In this...
#beauty
#fall
#forest
#nature
#trees
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8 Comments
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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3 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
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DU Poetry : Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique