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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Veiled Beauty
It's hardly seen by those who hurry past,
Oblivious to the wonders that outlast,
Beneath the layers of the forest floor,
Where secrets lie, awaiting to explore.
It’s barely held in reverence, I tell,
Except by hearts that with nature's pulse dwell,
They march with care upon the mossy ground,
Where the earth's song can be found.
I wager it could scarce maintain its form,
Against the winds that rage, against the storm,
Beneath the feet of those who pass it by,
Their gaze averted, to the earth they spy.
But...
Oblivious to the wonders that outlast,
Beneath the layers of the forest floor,
Where secrets lie, awaiting to explore.
It’s barely held in reverence, I tell,
Except by hearts that with nature's pulse dwell,
They march with care upon the mossy ground,
Where the earth's song can be found.
I wager it could scarce maintain its form,
Against the winds that rage, against the storm,
Beneath the feet of those who pass it by,
Their gaze averted, to the earth they spy.
But...
#love
#nature
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfWorth
#trees
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Not out of the woods yet…
Gloom clings
Everything is cold
Moisture glistens
Many paths lead nowhere
Decisions overload
Chills hold the heart
Breath labours in slight panic
It’s the waiting that’s killing….
Shattering the moment
A moment of adventure
Of escape
From the hands of hate
Now staring back
She fears
That she’s nothing without you
Watching stars
Skies as black as her belief
Tilting her head
Realising you’re already dead
Like red hot ash
Slowly crumbling
To be blown
Far from history
...
Everything is cold
Moisture glistens
Many paths lead nowhere
Decisions overload
Chills hold the heart
Breath labours in slight panic
It’s the waiting that’s killing….
Shattering the moment
A moment of adventure
Of escape
From the hands of hate
Now staring back
She fears
That she’s nothing without you
Watching stars
Skies as black as her belief
Tilting her head
Realising you’re already dead
Like red hot ash
Slowly crumbling
To be blown
Far from history
...
#despair
#forest
#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 killing of a conifer
I listened to
my three feathered sisters
magpies muttering faint flakes
cosmogenic cosmonauts
it is not history
that haunts us
some can be defined
as road betwixt signs
fate, faith, destiny
we have to accept it
these inquisitions
did you hear these roaring blades?
when our severed head
served not upon a plate
fell solaced soulfully
we mourned saw dust
called for crow
our beloved has fallen
he remains as curled curved smoke
signaling us from chimneys ...
my three feathered sisters
magpies muttering faint flakes
cosmogenic cosmonauts
it is not history
that haunts us
some can be defined
as road betwixt signs
fate, faith, destiny
we have to accept it
these inquisitions
did you hear these roaring blades?
when our severed head
served not upon a plate
fell solaced soulfully
we mourned saw dust
called for crow
our beloved has fallen
he remains as curled curved smoke
signaling us from chimneys ...
#humankind
#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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Desire To Blossom
Black chaotic bark.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
Witness dawn's vanishing dark.
Possibility.
#trees
#spring
#haiku
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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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Be Positive In Your Universal Movements
Do you carry the interpretations of being a good influencer of the mind, or forsaken the brethren of mankind for the comforts of false riches
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
#trees
#sun
#moon
#sky
#water
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i rushed out
i rushed out
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
#trees
#flowers
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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Bloom
I breathe
softly as I can
upon
your slender neck;
You shiver
as a Springtime
cherry sapling,
loosing every
delicate blossom;
My orchard
holds
a single bloom;
My heart
is given
to you.
softly as I can
upon
your slender neck;
You shiver
as a Springtime
cherry sapling,
loosing every
delicate blossom;
My orchard
holds
a single bloom;
My heart
is given
to you.
#trees
#spring
#lover #sensual
#lover #sensual
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The Meek Are Ready.
She plugged her ears and moved swiftly through the trees.
She thought of the sounds that crickets make
anything to drown out the screams.
Fear began whispering inside of her head.
She wanted to go back but she knew even if
they're alive now in a few moments they'd all
be dead.
Booms, bangs, cries, and shrieks they
should've ran with her instead they called her
a Jesus freak.
She thought of the sounds that crickets make
anything to drown out the screams.
Fear began whispering inside of her head.
She wanted to go back but she knew even if
they're alive now in a few moments they'd all
be dead.
Booms, bangs, cries, and shrieks they
should've ran with her instead they called her
a Jesus freak.
#trees
#unicorns
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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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DU Poetry : Tree Poems