Trees Poems
Trees
by Harry Behn
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.
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When Autumn Came
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
it stripped them down to the skin,
left their ebony bodies naked.
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,
scattered them over the ground.
Anyone could trample them out of shape
undisturbed by a single moan of protest.
The birds that herald dreams
were exiled from their song,
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Trees/Дерева
by Halyna Myroslava
Antennas whiskers
Sprout through the skin
of the great earth like Noah
Ark has been gone through the flood
into the new Beginning
Profiles remaining on
Each single leaf forehead
Willing to hug you and uplift you
being the vital water
of inspirations
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Winter Trees
by William Carlos Williams
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
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A Mardi Gras Tree
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I think that I
shall never see...
Anything as cool
as a Mardi Gras tree...
They grow in New Orleans
nearly every Spring...
As the bands start marching
in full swing...
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Trees in the wind
by Mario Odekerken
The do not speak,
but they answer.
When the wind comes,
they lean,not to fall,
but to listen.
Each branch,
a question in the air,
each leaf,
......
the winds message of serenity
by John Hughes
When the wind wants to sweep you off your feet onto a cloud and take you somewhere keep in the pines and forests and lay you down at trees in a circle where there’s a firepit and a lump of sticks and a guitar that never goes out of tune, with a clique of friends of all different personas, ones you would never get tired of and the wind is gliding into your back saying go, go, go.
Let it take you there
The Wheelchair Bound
by Ghairo Daniels
THE WHEELCHAIR BOUND
Dots appeared and disappeared
on a single sun ray
peering through the
rotted canvas blind
She sat on a wheelchair rusting
beneath her unexercised
arse
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The Solitary Tree.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
I am a solitary lonely tree,
No birds perch and sing to me.
Boughs all scrawny and broke,
Is this someone`s idea of a joke.
Oh! why am I the only tree?
No friends standing beside me.
I`m just a sad and lonely tree,
In the middle of a lifeless city.
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Pretty Melancholy
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
