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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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...
......
the fair den o' alyth
by J. Burgess
plant me somewhere nice,
somewhere up the fair den o’ alyth
next to a pine tree or hanging willow
just plant me somewhere nice!
i’ll absorb and swallow
through my eyes and mouth
i’ll spring out soil -
pleading out my hands
touching the sky.
......
I Fell for Fall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Fall
captured
my blithe heart
Such parting songs
on pretty pathways,
with colors in my eyes
Crisp days of cool circumstance
and fires at flickering evening
Final flowers stain the grass with hues
Filled with goodbye blues, the sun's retreating.
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A Pretty Day
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
stately tall and green
lofty trees touch turquoise sky
curved path in between
silky breeze caress
summer's on a redbird high
clouds join sunshine guild
profusion perfumes
flowers color Wednesday hours
......
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.
