#tree poems on Hello Poetry

Poetic T Sep 2017

Cleaved of life
flesh pealed, unused.

Now sitting hollow,
a moment is always passing.

Entombed in hourly reminders
that its time is fleeting .

#clock #tree #seconds #time

Sharon Talbot Sep 2017

Tulip in a Grove

Tulip in a Grove, alone in Spring,
Like young girl's hearts, it's a fragile thing.
Too bright for its dark abode:
A brilliant corner on a lonely road.
Petals, like shields, rise up as guards.
For all that lives wants to part
The Tulip from its Spring.

But look, there, in the greenish gloom,
There are other colors in this furtive room.
In twos or threes, they stand apart,
Each guarding their own and another’s heart.
Bright heads like maiden’s reticent mane.
Each shines for the other’s gain.
For Summer comes too soon.

- 2011

Tulips began appearing in our old garden, nearly hidden between two old Yew trees, after my mother raked away years of dead leaves. How they shone in the gloom beneath the dark evergreens!

#tulip #in #*** #grove #spring #flower #summer #yew #tree #garden

Contoured Sep 2017

My Tree

In my garden,
I've planted a seed.
It took a while,
But eventually sprouted a tree.
I would sit underneath,
In the relief of shade.
It was the hottest summer,
The sun had ever made.
I pondered of things,
Untold and unseen.
The tree would support,
My back as I lean.
As the winter dawned,
Something happened.
I stopped visiting the tree,
And it gradually blackened.
The tree grew old,
I did too.
It was there many years,
But I visited it so few.
That very tree,
That had kept me cool.
Held on to its life,
Although life is cruel.
It held on for me,
And that I can't repay.
So I'll set it free,
I'll walk away.
The tree has many more years,
Than I.
I'll hold it back,
If there I lie.
Someone will come,
To take my place.
But until then,
That tree will hold an empty space.

#nature #tree #garden #love #connection #sad #restrained #choices #hurt #pain

Colm Aug 2017

Surrounded By Trees

Old buildings weather youthful storms
And trees bear more children than we’ll ever know

Humanity is not a curse
But a whisper down an empty hall

No shadow lies without intent
Or climbs beyond a human’s back

And though we bend and break with age
We are born again just to take it back

How needlessly we weave between
The bitter roots, the grass and trees

Sit at the base of life content
And remember all which you’ve seen

Because we leave our better trees
To depart the earth into the soil

And though we hope to forever stand
No building will ever endure

No, in the end
We all will break and fall again

Crashing down. In due time. Regardless of certain things.

#surrounded #by #trees #poem #life #house #houses #home #building #tree

Lady ꓘ Aug 2017

Fallen Leaf

Stale as a leaf
I lay on my sheets
After falling from a tree
That has grown tired of me
hanging on its branches.

#heartbreak #love #tree

Crystal Freda Aug 2017

Cherry Tree Sky.

Mellow blossoms carry
rose scented smells.
The cherry tree settles
with its crayola petals.

Red chrysanthemums
scattered throughout the field
surrounded by the tree
created so beautifully.

Colors so florid
in the midst of the sky.
Birds soar this colorful welkin.
Delicacy made from Heaven.

#spiritual #nature #tree #flower

Richard Grahn Aug 2017

Fool

In a laden sky, clouds are passing me by.
Wrapped up in passion, daylight decides.
There in the blue, a resilient hue.
Here on the ground, thoughts spin me around.

Green rises up to the heavens above.
Buds pucker out with nary a sound.
Laughter dissolves in the winds over time.
Memories are tossed in the space of my mind.

The leaves on the trees are waving at me.
The cost of this story is plain to see.
In the space of a moment, the earth turns me round.
Leaves me to wonder what else can be found.

Drifting through space with a smile on my face.
Dreaming of things I can still believe.
Walking the walk through the tales that we weave.
I'm treading the water in this silent pool.

I’m nobody’s fool but a fool I am.
The raging tempest blows me away.
The expanse of space is a welcome place.
The rhythm of days is that which remains.

This is pretty much a stream of contentiousness.

#fool #passion #bud #tree #laughter #memories #space #moment

Gabriel burnS Aug 2017

Lilac [translated from Bulgarian]

You asked to have me too?

I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
You don’t believe, that until recently
I smelled and bloomed

Greedy hands were reaching out to me
They picked and tore, and took my bloom away
My odor… stolen by the wind

My leaves…
A mist desired them, eyes watering
And so I gave
But to a cloud she ran away
And built a nest from them
My branches…
Caressed by frost-bitten beggar
She too asked to have them
I gave again
She put them to the fire

You asked to have me too?

I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
Ever seen the aroma and the bloom of sin?

Your eyes perhaps caught too much light or tears?
Are you disappointed; maybe bored? Don’t go.
It seems there’s nothing left for you but you are wrong

Beneath your feet, buried deep within the soil
My root is dwelling waiting for the spring
The last and best of me
I hid and kept it just because
I’m a lilac, after all… or were I?
If you’d like I’ll show you how I used to bloom

Where are you going

Wait

Don’t you want me anymore

Author: Valeri Dimitrov; translation from Bulgarian: Gabriel burnS;
This translation was done with the special permission of the author.

Original poem:

Люляк

И ти ли ме поиска?

Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Не вярвяш, че до скоро и ухаех, и цъфтях...

Към мене алчно се протягаха ръцете.
Беряха, късаха... отнесоха ми цветовете.
Уханието ми? Откраднаха го ветровете.

Листата ми?
Поиска ги една мъгла със капещи очи.
Дадох ги.
А тя при облака избяга. С листата ми гнездо си сви.
Клоните ми?
Премръзналата просякиня ги погали.
И тя ме молеше.
Дадох ги.
А тя със клоните ми огън си запáли.

И ти ли ме поиска?

Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Виждала ли си разцъфнал и ухаещ грях?

Май нещо свети във очите ти. Сълзиш?
Разочарована? Или си отегчена? Недей да си вървиш!
За тебе нищо не било останало? - Грешиш!

В краката ти, там долу във пръстта,
Коренът ми упорито чака пролетта.
Последното от мен, но най-доброто.
Скрито. Тайно... Пазих го, защото...
Все пак люляк съм. Или пък... бях?
Искаш ли да ти покажа как цъфтях?...

Къде отиваш?
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Чакай!
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Не ме ли искаш вече?... , ,, , ,
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#lilac #translation #tree #blossom #life #character #identity #behavior

Spier Aug 2017

i am toxic

one.
she tells me words i never
want to recite again. i don't
start sentences.
i become sentences.

two.
the nights pull me in.
it's fulfilling.
they tell me to wipe up the
poison and bury the cloth.

three.
a tree grows from the cloth.
it's leaves are sickeningly green.
something inside me wants
to cuts it down.

four.
i bite into the fruit it bears.
it tastes like warm pie.
it heals my wounds
as i live in fear.

five.
my hours become smiles.
i lumber deeper into the trunk.
fires don't die in there.

six.
i fall for a forest nymph.
she bathes in a river eight
acres away. the river i
bathe in is only an acre away.

seven.
a human is no a match for
a creature woven by nature.
the forest and the river blends.
i cut down the tree while
it's spirit converges.

eight.
my hands are stained with poison.
i flush it down a void. the darkness
replaces what has hitherto been empty.

something about pain

#nymph #poison #nature #tree #fire #toxic #people #empty #hands #sentences

Colm Aug 2017

By A River, Beneath A Tree

A river flows beside a tree
Which grows upon an earthy hill
Both strength and beauty can be seen
No need to hide
No want for veil
And the word of God flows underneath
As the river runs
To foster all which growth entails
So enter in lovers embrace
And share in the water
Drink it deep
Both when it flows and when it speaks
But especially when it stands still

Little secret about me - I always write a poem when I'm at a wedding that matters to me. Just a little something I can give to the couple later as a different perspective on their day. Enjoy (if at all possible).

#by #*** #river #beneath #tree #oak #dogwood #water #flow #still