Tree Poems
Change
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.
But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.
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Come Up From The Fields, Father
by Walt Whitman
Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;
And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear
son.
Lo, 'tis autumn;
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves fluttering in the
moderate wind;
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellis'd
vines;
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Mandalay
by Rudyard Kipling
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
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"Heaven" — Is What I Cannot Reach! -
by Emily Dickinson
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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"He aven" is—to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
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Waltzing Matilda
by Banjo Paterson
OH! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling,
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling,
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag—
Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole,
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dress code, the tcp of status
by atef ayadi
pleaze correct it as you please or simply write your own whatever!
title:
dress code, the tcp eye pee of status
i am a homo erectus creature.
a big foot is preferable.
a neatherdal is my last option.
this subject does ring any wild bells
in my ears nor my
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duck duck and goo gletgo
by atef ayadi
duck duck and go
shopped out my name
from its long search waiting list.
for three days
google did not.
maybe
google is a tree,
surely,
duck
duck
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A Tough Nut to Crack
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Violet Smith lived in Center Kingdom. Her neighbors were Jack and Jill;
Like orange sun, of a pink morning, when it's just peeking over blue hills.
With Mother and Father and sister, Ava, Violet enjoyed life on Sage farm;
Just as lilac breezes, from out of the south, only rove to keep you warm.
Theirs was a land that still believed in magic, like the red, butterfly stroll;
Or like fall trees, being crowned in colors, as summer's story grows old.
Fragrant festival days came, when fashionable, family friends, gathered,
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To Love A Tree Is But To Love Yourself
by Pijush Biswas
They were boys, curious 'bout oranges
While these ripe, and time to grasp
Thus days go on
Until at least the days come,
While at least no a bar works fine
They spend whole the year,
So full of love of the dear trees;
So the day can't be a vain one
From them,
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Tough Tree
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The dry leaves are shaken off by the wind
The wind softly whispered in the tired of the dizzy climate
The land regenerates willingly on the animals that inhabit it
The leaves are ready and willing to be eaten by insects, worms and slugs
Trees that soar high reaching the sky have been tested by various storms as if they are still strong even though they are old but still protect every habitat below
them
His organs seemed willing to die and regenerate because that was the sacrifice of his life
When the harvest season arrives, it's not uncommon for him to be stoned or his
branches deliberately broken to get something, but he still reciprocates by giving the fruits he produces.
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Robert Louis Stevenson (41 poems about Tree)
November 13, 1850 / Edinburgh, Scotland - December 3, 1894 / Vailima, Samoa -
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Rainer Maria Rilke (21 poems about Tree)
4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926 / Prague / Czech Republic -
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