#trees poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Feb 17

I am a dead tree,
Hallowed branches waving in solemnity.
Wind whispering through my skeleton,
They tell lies to the young sprouts of the forests.
Convince them that not only is life a foolish game,
It's a foolish game they're losing.
An old soul, I stood tall watching poets come,
Then I began to wilt as I watched poets go.
The eyes that once admired my growth,
Turned to fingerprints and memory.
My bark is riddled with stories,
All the lovers that made a promise on my skin,
Leaving the now grim scars of foreshadowing.
I am a dead tree,
Hallowed branches waving in solemnity.

If you listen to the voice of the fading oaks, they will teach you things no soul will ever teach you again.

#death #trees #nature #forests #wind #love #stories #games #youth #scars

Abbott J Hardison Feb 13

Evergreens

The
Ever
Green
Trees still
Amaze me like
Nothing else ever has
They're just so entrancing
Dancing

I like trees ->>

#trees #nature #art #visual #dancing #evergreens

nicole Feb 6

forgiveness

10-23-24 5:27pm

forgiveness does not grow on trees
it grows as a tree
and takes its time

it might take an eternity
or feel like one, at that
but once the seed is planted
it will grow
and sprout
just give it time

leaves will emerge
branches will take a much-needed stretch
and your heart will heal

#forgiveness #trees #nature #growth #time #healing

Graeme Feb 6

The Logger's Lament

My young, eager eyes lapped up the forest as fervently as they could.
Novelty was what they hungered for, as my axe did for ****** wood.
It was fresh. New.
The Pacific Northwest wasn't ready for us.
Wife and I moved out here a couple months ago with the promise we'd make a good, honest living out here.
Y’know, these trees are so beautiful… real shame we’ve gotta cut ‘em all down for a whole lot less than what we was promised.
Progress… for what?
I don't think I wanna do this anymore…
but I must.
Onto the next tree. Hope this one's easier to cut down.

Written on 2025-02-05.

This piece is set in the perspective of a young logger, who moved to the Pacific Northwest in the late 1800s during the Second Industrial Revolution in the United States. It was inspired by an Aidin Robbins video on YouTube about a rainforest in Idaho. I conceived this at the end as I realized as Aidin existentially asked, “what am I doing here [in this forest]?”, I realized that the people who cut down the forest as he showed a log cabin and talked about the loggers, who must have thought the same thing that some of them must have definitely questioned the prospect of chopping down such beautiful trees and irreversibly ruining ecosystems for the sake of profit, striking it rich for what they were told was “a better future”.

#pacificnorthwest #pnw #forest #forests #tree #trees #rainforest #rainforests #lumber #capitalism

ceilingswirlslikestars Feb 2

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it does not carve a place inside my heart and demand it empty. this hollowness sits beside me like an oak tree, overshadowing and demanding. I fear it will become so great that I'll forget how to feel as it towers over me. Even while the beating of my heart peers from behind the leaves. Still there but ignored in favour of the desolate sky.

kinda in love with this, ****? i wrote that?

#metaphor #hollow #numb #trees

Ryan Jan 30

Limbo Spaces

Shimmering light, gleaning
In my eye, million
Shades of green
Among the trees
What is it
That I see?
When I look at you,
Is it a reflection of me?
Or an abstraction of you?
Is it really you,
That I am looking at,
Or am I looking at me,
Through a part of you?

When you look out of the window
On a train journey

#love #loss #window #journey #limbo #rejection #rejuvenation #nature #trees

Abbott J Hardison Jan 26

Ghost In The Wicker

You fill me up,
You break me down.
Then scatter the broken pieces of my body all around,
A grim load of seed,
From which sprouts a wicker tree.

You seek foreclosure,
You'll find none from me.
I will be an angry spirit,
Lying amongst the wicker trees.

If you're looking for a good book to read, I suggest you read "100 Poems That Matter" from poets.org.

#winter #love #sadness #trees #anger #spirits #wicker

Man Jan 24

Psíthyros

High above the valley
Nestled amongst the trees;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

Shining down from the peaks
In the afterglow of the moon;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

From the bough an echo whispers
Like the song the swallow sings;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

On bright & sunny days
I grieve the hardest then;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.

Happy memories

To the dearly departed

#memories #happy #valley #trees #moon #peaks #whispers #sing #sunny #grief

Abbott J Hardison Jan 16

Poet's Raven (8 / 5,000 Tristis Avis)

Perched high above the world,
Rests the poet bird.
A lost species,
Of the lonesome raven family.
Who stands among the branches,
Of the bald willow tree.

He weeps,
For lovers in London.
Split by chance,
Which took one to the heavens,
And left the other alone on the Earth.
But when his eyes dry,
Again he will fly.
With somber stories,
Tucked between his tear stained beak.

For anyone wondering, the subtitle reads "Sad Bird" in Latin. I wanted to style it after a traditional field journal of animals.

#poet #sadness #birds #ravens #trees #london #lovers #death

Immortality Jan 9

Trees

The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.

I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~

#trees #breath #ancient #timeless #nature #language #wisdom #connection