Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique
#trees
Poems about trees seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Like is like a sweet corn.
Claft office lane
Into ice cubes
Like a good
Time day watch 🌰.
Into ice cubes
Like a good
Time day watch 🌰.
#trees
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Night sky.
It's the
Sweet November
When we woke
From dreams
Of past and met
The phone park
Station.
We are young.
And
We are young.
Skills blue
Radio gear
Sheep
here for you.
Call a lamb
And it with
Show you a way.
Life is all
About rotten tomatoes
Not silvers moon.
Sweet November
When we woke
From dreams
Of past and met
The phone park
Station.
We are young.
And
We are young.
Skills blue
Radio gear
Sheep
here for you.
Call a lamb
And it with
Show you a way.
Life is all
About rotten tomatoes
Not silvers moon.
#trees
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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
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The blue skies.
I paint a picture
Of sparrow brown
In blue skies poetry
Where the portrait
Is in bus stop🚏🚌
Long ago I waited
Near the beautiful
Lake.
He stood for while
And sat down in the
Chair with chai.
We longed to
Go for a 🚇
Midmilk morning
Where the 🚂🚋🚃🚋🚃🚋🚃
We're yellow.
And he said in
Polish English.
Of sparrow brown
In blue skies poetry
Where the portrait
Is in bus stop🚏🚌
Long ago I waited
Near the beautiful
Lake.
He stood for while
And sat down in the
Chair with chai.
We longed to
Go for a 🚇
Midmilk morning
Where the 🚂🚋🚃🚋🚃🚋🚃
We're yellow.
And he said in
Polish English.
#trees
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The way.
Morning is like
Going to stationery
Store with some
Penny and buying
A rondeau.
Going to stationery
Store with some
Penny and buying
A rondeau.
#trees
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Okai
The oaktree
Graft orange.
Graft orange.
#trees
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Pain.
👄💬 itself comes
In 📟.
In 📟.
#trees
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Pain.
👄💬 itself comes
In 📟.
In 📟.
#trees
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Timepiece.
If squares were cut into pie
And cheez vintage ⭕⭕⭕⭕
Audio is circle .
And cheez vintage ⭕⭕⭕⭕
Audio is circle .
#trees
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A wooden raspberry shabidi.
Feast mice🐭 feast aha*
So that might the bats may die out of liquid translucent paer boat
Rattling a cyork in battle widith
Of Burma war and daka Wales.
Dhaka wales and dhaka Cornicova.
While daka Le'petit.
Depth of water
He was trying to figure
In a cheesy way.
Surging a pie of cheese
With rotten torn clothes.
In a nuthut .
Of the autumn green clothe
Mousse of morning monkey
You.
Firing the Schultz of green beans
With cork of frink...
So that might the bats may die out of liquid translucent paer boat
Rattling a cyork in battle widith
Of Burma war and daka Wales.
Dhaka wales and dhaka Cornicova.
While daka Le'petit.
Depth of water
He was trying to figure
In a cheesy way.
Surging a pie of cheese
With rotten torn clothes.
In a nuthut .
Of the autumn green clothe
Mousse of morning monkey
You.
Firing the Schultz of green beans
With cork of frink...
#trees
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The trance.
All things proceed from one. from these indescribable source the next level emanates, in what Plotinus describes as an inwined process of creation in which lower levels come from higher levels. this next level is called Nous, or mind. Here is where thoughts, reason, ideas exist. Nous for Plotinus is the lend Plato described as the realm of the form. Nous then produces Psyche or Spirit, the level of soul, engagement and (willed) creative activity. Finally from Psyche, comes the physical world of matter.
Credits.
Unknown.
Letters for revengeful...
Credits.
Unknown.
Letters for revengeful...
#trees
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Green with Gratitude - NaPoWriMo 5
Previously,
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
I lambasted Japan
For it’s lack of Greenery;
sparse leafy hedges and trees
in the suburbs
With parks that feature
mostly rocks
and a flowing stream,
Far too urbanised for my tastes.
But then I went to a
Promenade beside a river
Where Cherry Blossom trees
Flanked the path,
And I understood;
Japan’s lack of verdant greenery
only goes to heighten their
Appreciation of nature,
For the few and far between places and spaces.
While England,
The Green and Pleasant land
is...
#trees
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2024
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