Forest Poems
#forest
Poems about forests and woodland. Teeming with life and the beauty of nature, trees and everything that goes on in the dense and tangled undergrowth. Forest poems, about the light and darkness of the forest, and nature's cycle of life and decay.
Well I See It
A tree just trying to get out of the bathtub.
#countryside
#forest
#river
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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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forests
each tree
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.
#culture
#forest
#freedom
#identity
#trees
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A Deed Of Sins
Here..I am
Gracefully propped
Secreted in the woodlands of my mystique
Full of wondrous poppy and
Ancient mysteries
Come
Pop...ejaculate...exfoliate
Water me with silken threads of divine newness
Flood your forest dweller
Your libido sweller
Allow me to be your teller of fortunes
Your nest of runes
It's the journey baby
I want to lust over the aching branch
Of your ringed length
Feed me the tale of your wrath
Your greed..your gluttony...
Gracefully propped
Secreted in the woodlands of my mystique
Full of wondrous poppy and
Ancient mysteries
Come
Pop...ejaculate...exfoliate
Water me with silken threads of divine newness
Flood your forest dweller
Your libido sweller
Allow me to be your teller of fortunes
Your nest of runes
It's the journey baby
I want to lust over the aching branch
Of your ringed length
Feed me the tale of your wrath
Your greed..your gluttony...
#sex
#erotic
#forest
#nature
#passion
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Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
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our world
Our World
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#clouds
#nature
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LONESOME CHICKEN SONG (3-26-1988; Trinidad, Humboldt County, Northern California)
all my friends
be outside
cluckin in the yard
life up north here
in all the wet cold and fog
dense redwood forests
filled with head high ferns
and fallen moss covered logs
really ain t so hard
to live amidst and bear
it just gets kinda lonesome at times
especially after six long
cold months
of livin so isolated
way up north here
all on my own alone
except that is
for all my only other
fine feathered friends up here
i get to visit and see twice a day
who all be outside right...
be outside
cluckin in the yard
life up north here
in all the wet cold and fog
dense redwood forests
filled with head high ferns
and fallen moss covered logs
really ain t so hard
to live amidst and bear
it just gets kinda lonesome at times
especially after six long
cold months
of livin so isolated
way up north here
all on my own alone
except that is
for all my only other
fine feathered friends up here
i get to visit and see twice a day
who all be outside right...
#earth
#forest
#animals
#birds
#nature
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From an Angel’s Wing
Leaves, flowers, and evergreens
mingling together with the brightest pop of red
as the autumn sun streaks across an open sky
bathing nature’s paths in splashes of golden orange
while there hidden in the forest shadows
a tiny feather pure white as an ocean wave.
mingling together with the brightest pop of red
as the autumn sun streaks across an open sky
bathing nature’s paths in splashes of golden orange
while there hidden in the forest shadows
a tiny feather pure white as an ocean wave.
#forest
#sun
#fall
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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A KIND OF INTERCOURSE IN NATURE
The gentle flowers of the meadow are all femininity.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
The erect trunks of the trees of the forest all masculinity.
So the place where forest and meadow meet = a heterosexual union.
A realm of romance.
A sort of intercourse between two opposites in Nature.
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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Long Ago
The dark castle in the deep forest
A princess is resurrected
During the second birth
The last battle of possession
Cosmic keys to the creation of earth.
A princess is resurrected
During the second birth
The last battle of possession
Cosmic keys to the creation of earth.
#forest
#mythology
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what (they call improvement)
rows
and rows
of established
trees
cut down,
animals displaced
from
their homes,
the land
stripped,
life giving
waters drained,
all for
the sake
and benefit
for mankind,
and this
is what
they call
improvement.
and rows
of established
trees
cut down,
animals displaced
from
their homes,
the land
stripped,
life giving
waters drained,
all for
the sake
and benefit
for mankind,
and this
is what
they call
improvement.
#forest
#trees
#river
#animals
#nature
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unconditional love
how
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
#countryside
#forest
#river
#nature
#mountains
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