#tree
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Pain should not be torn from the stem,
but from the roots.
Yet what cruel gardener exists
who would suddenly ****
a twenty-year-old cypress,
still dressed in the clothes of its blight,
from root to core?
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
Little Island,
The river
That's so shallow,
Let's walk
Across,
To the small Island,
Twice,
With the bag of crisps
That we love,
And admire the old trees,
That have stood for so long,
And come back with wet feet and a smile that we need.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:01 AM UTC
She speaks through her boughs
Long and seductive they brush the ground.
A man clipped them down.
I promise vengeance for your pain
I saved evidence and spoils of your battle
against impatience
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
We had a garden full of roses,
The roses died, the roses hurt.
We can have a tree, it may be
A start of something new, surviving cold.
I'm trying hard to put things in order.
I cried so much, that tree will grow.
The patience sharpened, I'm scared to touch it,
And I don't want to let the roses go.
The leaves have covered the pain I suffered,
I love the roses. Don't get cold.
I watch your leaves, your care, your heart,
And I don't care if you have thorns.
I want to water all the earth
To see you smiling, charming soul.
Without roses my garden burns,
I try so hard that tree will grow.
You smell like roses in the summer,
You sound like a warm wind blow.
I want to stay with you in garden,
I want to show you that I grow.
I have to plant a seed of sadness,
Showing the pain and fear of loss.
Enchanting garden, I'm not running,
Feel like falling when I go.
The day is sunny, I am calmer
If I have tree that I can hold.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
as time goes by
everything around you gets lonelier
because you're a pine tree
that's not so ancient
the real beauty stays in the roots
and the shadow you make
and the people being happy
under your shade spell
let's count twenty four rings in you
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC
The snowy branches
of a cherry blossom eased
by the turn of Spring.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
By a serene lake,
Beneath a tree I once sat
And fondly read Keats.
~ Poetictouch
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:10 AM UTC
the powerful have stumbled
this age, this era, has retreated in the face of history
we have slipped from the tree’s branch
and there is not even a shadow below
i think feelings won't let me go for a long time
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
if only we knew there was a place in this world
that belonged to us, and only to us
and only to us
a place where no dry branch has to go very far
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
long wood parts
grasses a fly a bee a tree
grasses remind me of my influences
grasses are my colleagues
a void opening in the garden
looks like wanting to swallow me
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
Way up
Over my head
A tree's branches
Reaching so high up above
Whether covered in ice or leaves
A gorgeous sight under golden sun
Willow branches dripping down
The bows sway in the breeze
The feeling is cool on my face
A gentle, warm embrace
Wind in my hair
Woven
Of love
Joyous
Tidings
To those
Who see
The sway
Of the life
Overhead
And feel the
Wind in their hair
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
If you don't
want my peaches,
then don't
shake my tree,
If you didn't
want to be
bothered,
then I suggest you
go and flea,
I've moved right on,
You can't even
handle me,
Cos,
I'm the
REAL DEAL, and
I'M THE REAL TEA!!!
You wasn't trying
TO HOLLA,
YOU
JUST DIDN'T SEE!!!
So run along
WITH BIG BERTHA!!! and
the rest of
her
MINI ME'S!!!
YOU WERE
JUST A TOOL,
NOT EVEN A FLEX,
I got rid of
YOU,
and
I was LIKE
WHO'S NEXT!!!
You think that I am cruel, and
what I'm doing is wrong
YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THIS CHICA
It time you
MOSEY ALONG!!!
Just
PROTECTING MY PEACE,
POSITIVE VIBES
IS IN THIS PLACE,
I HAD THE TO CUT THE STRINGS, and
GET YOU OUT OF MY SPACE
You M*R F*R
I AIN'T NO SUCKER
NO PEACHES FOR YOU!!!!
THEY WILL GO TO ANOTHER!!!
IT IS A WONDER,
IT IS SUCH A BLUNDER
YOU MISSED THIS TREAT, AND
IT JUST WENT ASUNDER!!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/10/2026
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
There is an old tale of a
holy and ancient tree,
of its looming branches
and its sun-kissed leaves,
of the flowers that blossom
and the fruit that it bears:
sacred and pure, reserved for
the lowliest of men.
Those that are not worthy do not
get to feast. Those that
selfishly take shall be harshly knocked
off their feet.
Hearing of the story,
I left on a journey
to find the knowing tree
and to learn of its glory.
By the time I reached,
the sun had long set.
There was a figure walking off in the
distance, taking their own trek.
I didn’t know who they were,
what they did,
or where they came from.
All I knew is that they were
here, once.
The view of the sunset
by the tree was nice,
quiet and in solitude,
where less can suffice.
So, day after day, I
found myself returning
to the tree,
and every day I would see
that figure, who’s always leaving.
On the day that our paths crossed,
I didn’t know what to expect.
But it wasn’t them picking
the precious fruit and
devouring it
like a starving man.
The tree did nothing,
not its roots, not its leaves,
all it did was watch silently.
I swear I had to do something.
The hunched, hungry figure
didn’t appear to be starved.
Yet when they ate, there was no
punishment, no alarm.
I took it upon myself,
I chased them away,
warned them to never feed again
or there would be a price to pay.
And so, the figure left,
shoulders hunched in disappointment.
I never saw them again,
guess they learned not to return.
Days, weeks flew by.
Every evening and night,
I found myself in the
company
of that towering,
admirable
tree.
Then one fateful day,
I came back to find
a limp body by the foot of the tree,
laying on their side,
The person I shooed away,
to my horror and dismay,
laid unconscious
on the ground.
They didn’t take a breath.
They didn’t move or twitch,
no they didn’t move at all.
They didn’t make a sound.
The frame of their ribs
showed clearly under their skin.
Their gut looked like it had been
dug out and sunken in.
Their limbs were like sticks.
Their cheeks were hollow.
They were skin and bone,
they were pale,
no fat,
no muscle.
It quickly became
clear what had happened.
They starved to death
beside the only food nature would grant them.
My mind flashed images
of that day,
the day that I’d
chased them away.
They might’ve had a chance
if I hadn’t done such a
hasty
act.
There was no brutal scene,
no spilled blood,
no witness to the death.
I looked up at the tree,
it didn’t do or say a single thing.
It didn’t cast a judging eye.
It didn’t knock me off my feet.
I looked down at the body,
it didn’t do or say a single thing.
It didn’t cast a judging eye.
It didn’t knock me off my feet.
Eventually,
by the time I got myself to
leave,
the sun had long risen.
There was no
unidentified figure
walking off in the
distance.
I don’t know who they were,
what they did,
or where they came from.
All I know is that they were
here, once.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
When they win a race,
the pride sits on their face,
like a colourful bird on a Winter tree.
It soon dims down
and fades away.
They start feeling like losers
again.
I'm not like them.
When I win, I take it for a defeat.
When I lose, I make
the victory of it.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
My hands are tree roots
Of ever continuing veins
My fingers are branches
That reach out to hold your hand
But when I held it today mine started to shake
The wind was blowing the tree that is my hand and it wouldn’t go away
I pinched myself to make it stop but it didn’t the wind kept blowing
You asked if I was ok and I said yes because it was the truth
It’s just that some times the wind blows when you don’t want it to
Some times the wind blows so hard it breaks the trees
And kills them
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
I'm a tree.
I can see people around me,
but they don't even see me genuinely.
They only took pictures of my beauty when it's sunny.
Maybe one day, I might be seen by someone.
Maybe one day, I might even find the one.
I know that Hope is still somewhere inside ,
so I won't push it aside.
'Cause as a tree,
I'll only be able to see people around me,
talking about my beauty,
but I won't let them stop me
from finding real people and finally be me.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
Be like an oak tree,
Always strong and always sure
That you will endure.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
I am more than good enough.
Can't you see.
Do you believe in you and me?
Am I the fruit hanging from the tree.
Will you pick me?, Or let me be.
As the days grow to weeks and the weeks become months.
Im still there, hanging from the tree.
I guess I wasn't good enough.
For you to pick me.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC
His POV:
dont you understand
youre my new tree
little lady
first one
failed
taken out
cut down
gone
gone
GONE
so
you
second tree
dont move
dont leave
dont move
stay
stay
stay
thats
all
i
need
everything else
fades
i fade
out
something
stays
STAYs
until the end
you do
That
oh so well
Little lady:
i knew
"youre my new tree
little lady"
i stayed
I STAYED
no branches
no leaves
just
panicked
shallow breaths
trying
so trying
not to move
wrong
so wrong
second tree
different place
same
outcome
i knew
still stayed
I STAYED
dont you cry
little lady
dont you cry
second trees
dont last
never
meant
to stay
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
put me into perspective
my length against a tree
miles covered on foot
but nothing in the grand scheme
i repeat my affirmations until i am free
the universe has a grip on me
i led my life with glee
but the circumstances remain humbling
my smile won’t fade
pearl wont grey
time always takes
more than you want
more than it needs
rob me, remaining, deplete
heart too strained to compete
heart too stained to retreat
the Rockies carry me
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
In the hollow tree
among the desert cacti --
lives a large man's head.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
An Old Oak Tree stands proud and tall
Through time it probably has seen it all
As time went by from year to year
It looked closely never fear
Standing magnificent for over 800 years
In a meadow frequented by Horses and Deer’s
In its earliest years it would have seen many a sight
Of riders on horseback be it a King or a Knight
Who’s Armour would have shined and glinted in the Noonday Sun
As they Hunted animals just for fun
Many a King may have come and gone
Many a Sunny day and bright Moon shone
Its leaves a fluttering in the wind and rain
As centuries came and past in vain
As time went by things moved on and on
The Knights they had come and gone
As centuries passed by the tree stood tall
Through all those years it had seen it all
Even Lovers in the pale moonlight
Lay on the ground holding each other tight
What else went on only the oak tree knows
Time like a river just flows and flows
The Sunlight still glints on its weathered leaves
Hanging from its branches like badly ripped sleeves
Now growing old looking tired and worn
Standing next to a field of corn
This giant of nature still standing tall and proud
Would forever stand out from the crowd
Many a day I have passed by this wise old tree
Sees how it’s leaved glistened as the look down at me
It will probably stand for many more years
Each season it’s leaves will fall like tears
But for me it will always raise smile upon my face
My quiet and truly wondrous place.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:47 AM UTC
Is this how trees feel—
isolation, unless with the forest?
I am you, my lonely tree…
standing outside, watching the weather.
I don’t want to be a stranger looking in.
Patience getting depleted—
the rot gives way.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 5:28 PM UTC