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Brett Palmero Oct 2017
Deep in the forest
Lies a tree grand in size
Older than the rest
But close to demise

Each winter is harder
The bitter cold bites
And is a slow killer
But still she fights

The humans come with axes
And **** those around her
Never able to relax
When one day she'll just be lumber

Each day branches snap
Because of the dry life
The sun beats down as she naps
Always causing strife

And one day she withers
And is not longer in pain
But all she has weathered
Is not in vain

Because below seeds flourish
The ground is moist and full of water
And soft, full with nourish
All thanks to mother
Sam Anthony Aug 2017
green sea
shifting
and squirming
light glinting
colours shifting
near-white glimmers
across near-black
light and shadow
betraying life within
and power for more
Sitting at a bus stop in Spain gave me a long time to stare into the hypnotic movement of leaves gently blowing in the breeze, allowing the sunlight to flicker beautifully.
Sammie Aug 2017
In my heart a naughty kid resides
Playing hide n seek on a riverside
Cautiously making castles on the sand
As he never worries about the barren lands
One fine day the river is gone
The little boy's heart is just torn
Suddenly his face has lost the glow
As he now know he has to grow
Shaken awake from his peaceful nights
He is made to run to great heights
Slow and steady he is keeping up the pace
With no smile and a fake face
In the big crowd he is starting to drown
He acts as if he is a clown
Finally he sense that he've been conned
And now he is tired of this stupid bond
He lifts up his head with a ray of hope
And discovers that he needs to run to catch the rope
While listening to a melancholy song
He realizes what is right and what is wrong
Everyone is bounded with limitations and a chain
What he needs to do is keep running to gain
Someday soon he will have a house on the biggest tree
When finally he would have set himself free
Remedy Aug 2017
Everywhere they move has cracked foundation,
these stakes so high but different sizes,
remove one to stop devastation,
burn them all to settle ties;
The bitter clasps of stubborn pride and
Blueprints of fate that have been dyed
Black by the ink in one’s own mind.
The family tree is but a ****.
You cut its blossoms while the seed
Of hatred festers under tears
And rains on it for years and years
Until weeds overtake the garden,
No size shears could ever pardon
Such sheer bitter disregard
For those birthed in the same backyard.
Oskar Erikson Aug 2017
i have tied
my heart to the tree
to play on its strings.
the notes
hollow out the space
like cavities.
i play on my heart
tied to the tree
i am always a part
of whatever you left me.
Damiam V Henry Aug 2017
These branches are a shadow,
of the roots we see not grow.

Leaves turn brown in time of spring,
the patient earth knows everything.

Earth embalms the tree with soil,
keeps it strong throughout the toil

though the tree may lose its beauty,
It were not left unattended.
Fot the loss were temporary,
and the tree stood liberated,
the heavens found it worthy
though a younger tree ascended.

It was once an old, forgotten snag
...once blossomed but still died a log


And although the tree departed,
still the secret's not unearthed...
This poem involves what's happening to earth's trees.
She is the tree of life, so thick and firm, planted and independent, she was maintained. Even though her darkest​ storms where lightning stuck her down, and tornados moved her around, she stayed strong with her branches high and mighty to the sky and her leaves in the wind she stood strong. Stronger than most. Of course she's lost branches to those who tore them down with their hands but she stood tall and proud presenting her scars like they're a treasure to find. She leaked sap from her trunk, yet it was love, love found it's way into her roots and brought her to smile. She was made of love kinda wild she spread it by blowing in the wind. Against the current she rose not like the flower although they were her second favorite thing besides daisies and herself. She was grown. Tall and mighty as the leafs began to fall she was ready to bloom once more in the spring and summer and beyond.
She's always been my favorite
Star BG Aug 2017
There is a road I take, this day.
Tree guardians are near.
Leaves move in graceful wind.
tickling inside ears.

The trees shelter me with their love.
Birds sing with divine voice,
telling me to walk in heart.
cause LOVE'S the only choice.

Now harmony and joy, I feel.
It's how I live each day.
Moving with my gratitude
I bow and I do pray.

I pray and walk with my spirit.
I move below the sun
Miracles come every day.
In life I have great fun.


StarBG © 2017
INSPIRED BY STYLES
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
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*The desire tree,
chopped down,
stumped,
unattended,
since  long....
But the rain
nourished it
and few shoots
foliated anew...
Rain revives trees and hopes
Sammie Jul 2017
Within the deep deep woods
a big growing tree...
Thinking about his childhood
while he was just a pea...
Growing with all the redwoods
he thought he could flea...
All the stories of knighthoods
All the butterflies and the bee...
Talked about people with hoods
and leaves that wanted to be set free...
He neither believed on stories or worm woods
until he himself lost three!!
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