crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
5th Aug 2023 7:46pm
5th Aug 2023 7:46pm
dandelion dreams
saunter in day so I may see your smile
kiss my brow with a breeze
tenderly usher me into your newness
I rise to greet you inside my soul
with a gesture heavenwards
the secrets of the clouds whisper
welcome beautiful
I sigh then soar
the trees talk among themselves quietly
I wonder what memories they keep of me
the daisy beds sing merrily with the birds
the melody of the day imbues my heart with happiness
I am a melancholy child in sync
I string together dandelions with thoughts of...
kiss my brow with a breeze
tenderly usher me into your newness
I rise to greet you inside my soul
with a gesture heavenwards
the secrets of the clouds whisper
welcome beautiful
I sigh then soar
the trees talk among themselves quietly
I wonder what memories they keep of me
the daisy beds sing merrily with the birds
the melody of the day imbues my heart with happiness
I am a melancholy child in sync
I string together dandelions with thoughts of...
#trees
#flowers
#nature
267 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
4th Aug 2023 12:59pm
House of Anne
All votive in the moonlit breeze
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
Were Anne's Queen blooms of lace
As bright as stars above the trees
But rooted in their proper place
Where royal court was kept with mint,
And evening primrose, in the beams
That steep summer flora in the tint
Of heaven's wine and honey dreams!
Rosemary was the center piece
For hawthorn and the ancient plum,
And sage, glowing like Argonaut fleece,
Or Neptune's brand of Elysian rum!
Queen Anne would have it no other way,...
#trees
#flowers
#night #nature
#night #nature
291 reads
10 Comments
AveryPineapple
Dan A
Dan A
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 2:47am
25th Jul 2023 2:47am
I wish that I had been a Tree
I wish that I had been a tree
With branches reaching for the sky
And budding leaves every April
And roots that drink from dark places no human could ever reach.
I wish I had been a thing of awe and wonder
A redwood leaping starward
A weeping willow upon which nightingale sit and ponder
An oak with nuts for squirrels in hungry winters.
I long for the stability of a back that sways in the wind but does not break
For fingers that stretch to greet the birds
For feet that play among the worms and moles and generations of mycelium.
I yearn to...
With branches reaching for the sky
And budding leaves every April
And roots that drink from dark places no human could ever reach.
I wish I had been a thing of awe and wonder
A redwood leaping starward
A weeping willow upon which nightingale sit and ponder
An oak with nuts for squirrels in hungry winters.
I long for the stability of a back that sways in the wind but does not break
For fingers that stretch to greet the birds
For feet that play among the worms and moles and generations of mycelium.
I yearn to...
#trees
#SelfReflection
#bittersweet
194 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2023 10:54am
23rd Jul 2023 10:54am
Tree
I've never spoken to the oak,
taken her in my palm, felt her skin
as if it were mine,
as if we were birthed
on separate timelines
and yet somehow intertwined,
as if we shared sentience
between our walls, I -
working out how to move my body,
snake around her frame
and then, on one foot,
resting limbs upon the breadth of her
where roots have never trailed.
She toys with me,
fingers underlapping,
reaching toward earth,
and I
let her whisper those secrets,
stain them on pale flesh
as...
taken her in my palm, felt her skin
as if it were mine,
as if we were birthed
on separate timelines
and yet somehow intertwined,
as if we shared sentience
between our walls, I -
working out how to move my body,
snake around her frame
and then, on one foot,
resting limbs upon the breadth of her
where roots have never trailed.
She toys with me,
fingers underlapping,
reaching toward earth,
and I
let her whisper those secrets,
stain them on pale flesh
as...
#home
#trees
#nature
169 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
17th Jul 2023 4:49am
music
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes...
#trees
#birds
#wind
#nature
#music
187 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2023 4:26pm
2nd Jul 2023 4:26pm
& were I a tree
& were I a tree I’d be ancient & gnarled & considered quite a beauty by those who love trees, but who look upon old folk quite differently ..
#trees
148 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2023 1:44am
23rd Jun 2023 1:44am
guinep
World Haiku Day: 2023 April 17
Haiku No.10
john-tu-whit delight
clustered bunches branches-wide
guinep limbs are frail
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Haiku No.10
john-tu-whit delight
clustered bunches branches-wide
guinep limbs are frail
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#trees
#birds
#nature #haiku
#nature #haiku
238 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th Jun 2023 6:21pm
5th Jun 2023 6:21pm
another windsong
The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
#children
#trees
#wind
#nature
#music
201 reads
3 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
5th May 2023 3:07am
5th May 2023 3:07am
WHEN WE ARE ALONE
When we are going through the process of our thoughts, what stands out the most in the deepest vortex of your mind as it feels like a tug of war, between the process of your mind and heart and spiritual soul. For why is it that we find, ourselves in the process of being able not to think clearly as we travel down, the road of twists and turns. That slowly lead into a never ending long dusty road, with no way out of the illusions of the forest as we are drawn to be amongst the trees and the sun as it peeks through the destine skies.
#forest
#trees
#nature
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
385 reads
12 Comments
russell_snow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
6 reads
0 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 8:21pm
22nd Apr 2023 8:21pm
The little hedge-people - NaPoWriMo2023 #22
Sometimes I look
at hedge rows,
and imagine
The little kingdoms
nestled below the sticks and leaves,
concealed in the foliage.
The would be Courts
of grass and daises
bordered by walls
of towering trees,
sometimes disturbed
by inquisitive cats
or perched on by passing birds.
A realm where life
is on the small scale,
secreted amongst shrubbery,
in their green and verdant
pleasant land.
at hedge rows,
and imagine
The little kingdoms
nestled below the sticks and leaves,
concealed in the foliage.
The would be Courts
of grass and daises
bordered by walls
of towering trees,
sometimes disturbed
by inquisitive cats
or perched on by passing birds.
A realm where life
is on the small scale,
secreted amongst shrubbery,
in their green and verdant
pleasant land.
#trees
#flowers
#nature #NaPoWriMo2023
#nature #NaPoWriMo2023
247 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
Mel and Boyo
Chapter 1
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
#children
#school
#countryside
#trees
#birds
239 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Trees Seeking Honest Critique
