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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Once a clear bright day
it happened
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
just beyond dawn magpies appear
a sudden cloud capsized is forming
with coaled black eyes
they sit at eyes length
upon their branches
staring
a cackling occurs
haste in their wings
sounds escape
into thickness
blankness
of my coffee
I seek
insights
then breaks a rolling
roaming wave
aching bird sounds
screaming cries
a huge conifer is being cut down
where once a refugee began
stammering shuddering
finally
fallen...
#animals
#trees
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The Poetree Tree
Autumn:
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
Words fall
Like Autumn leaves
Now jaded, but no longer jade
But a tapestry
Of 'rusty' colours
Of a myriad fading shades
Winter:
The fallen leaves
Now brown, and rotten
Crushed underfoot
And soon forgotten
As naked trees
Neon shades lost
Bare arms reaching out
For her missing children
Spring:
The cold dark bleakness of winter
Is soon replaced
As the golden glow
Of the sun
Begins to warm
As nature is reborn
The tree has new children ...
#beauty
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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Skirts of Nature
The skirts of nature
looking into the eyes
of the forestal woods
sing to me Autumn
Revealing the beauty
of it's soul pipes
lifting the wetness
of my fears
looking into the eyes
of the forestal woods
sing to me Autumn
Revealing the beauty
of it's soul pipes
lifting the wetness
of my fears
#forest
#inspirational
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
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lost cause
that tree
standing
off by
itself,
dying alone,
lonely,
no passion
left to
keep it
alive,
no tender
touch
to remind
it to
breathe.
standing
off by
itself,
dying alone,
lonely,
no passion
left to
keep it
alive,
no tender
touch
to remind
it to
breathe.
#LifeCycle
#nature
#trees
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The woods in December
Many’s the time I’ve looked your way
Screaming wildly, so desperate to be heard
The rain hits hard, scoring my face
Memories betray me for yet another time
Take hold of me tonight
Squeeze me tight for the last time
And run into the trees
Don’t look back
I will love you to your eventuality
Then you will find life’s peace
Under soil, you shall rest
We will be together in daydreams
Every time it rains my skin will burn like sores
I will gladly hide in the shadow of the woods…
…. waiting for another you
Screaming wildly, so desperate to be heard
The rain hits hard, scoring my face
Memories betray me for yet another time
Take hold of me tonight
Squeeze me tight for the last time
And run into the trees
Don’t look back
I will love you to your eventuality
Then you will find life’s peace
Under soil, you shall rest
We will be together in daydreams
Every time it rains my skin will burn like sores
I will gladly hide in the shadow of the woods…
…. waiting for another you
#dark
#death
#love #trees
#love #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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Sawdust - with Everavalon
In my mind's lagoon of silent trees unfolding
symphony bassoon with voices of woodwinds
In sequences of the soul in sawdust meditating
harmony's grace in poetic ovations reflecting
nature in classical whispers of silent trees
My soul is a harp tuned to credence
A harmony that drenches the cinch of my skin
Velveteen intimation pales the airwaves
with a glint of tension
and taints the depth of these trees
symphony bassoon with voices of woodwinds
In sequences of the soul in sawdust meditating
harmony's grace in poetic ovations reflecting
nature in classical whispers of silent trees
My soul is a harp tuned to credence
A harmony that drenches the cinch of my skin
Velveteen intimation pales the airwaves
with a glint of tension
and taints the depth of these trees
#collaboration
#nature
#philosophical #trees
#philosophical #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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Cameo Memories
Beneath the shadows of a gentle breeze
and the pine tree's widow lonely
listening to sheaves of fallen needles
widowed by the brooch of a wooden urn
with a cameo of memories
beneath the shadows of a gentle breeze
and the pine tree's widow lonely
listening to sheaves of fallen needles
widowed by the brooch of a wooden urn
with a cameo of memories
beneath the shadows of a gentle breeze
#love
#nature
#trees
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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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winter grieves
the light
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
sorrowing
and shortens,
it's deepest
silence
falling like
leaves,
see the
mournful
branches
hanging bare,
but come
next spring
your heart
will be
full again,
when the
warmth
charms you
again.
#LifeCycle
#nature
#spring
#trees
#winter
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Black Tree Forest
Tha path into the black tree forest
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
can hear a lost soul's silent cry.
The trees, black entanglements
of vacant limbs climb towards a pale sky.
Black bark configurations.
Excite the shadowed imagination.
The black trees absorb despairing
thoughts and worries.
Awaiting the sugared innocence
of those first snow flurries.
Here, like a fallen leaf,
the heart's decayed foliage is quietly buried.
#LifeCycle
#trees
#winter
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