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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Birches
by Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
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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...
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White Trees
by Nathalie Handal
When the white trees are no longer in sight
they are telling us something,
like the body that undresses
when someone is around,
like the woman who wants
to read what her nude curves
are trying to say,
of what it was to be together,
lips on lips
but it's over now, the town
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After
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
On a blooming boulevard of beautiful palm trees,
Fragrances and fronds fluttered in fresh breeze,
Sunset parakeets perched in a purple twilit town,
Hushed moonlight mellowed after the meltdown.
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.
The Oak Tree and The Birch Tree
by Everleigh Blackburn
“Do you remember,”
the oak sighed,
“the day the storm raged,
and I bent, but did not break?”
The slender birch swayed,
her bark shimmering,
“I danced with the wind,
a wild ballet,
while you stood firm,
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A natural piece of art
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Helpless a stump does sit suffering from decay,
on the rugged part of the hillside where loggers had cut away.
Glorious the trees did stand along the rocky ridge,
as long as the eye could see from the river to the bridge.
Time, and time again their beauty had been praised,
but the loggers saw had chopped their limbs in total disgrace.
I see a shameful reflection in the look of a saddened tree,
if only man had kept his values for all the world to see.
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A Dear Tree
by Pijush Biswas
Not to touch, not to climb!
Its breakable for tender limb!
I would claim upon every fellow
As mellow fruits grew yellow.
'Twas a Guava tree on courtyard-
Shrill sound of chirping bird
Or, shadow of the fruit tree
'Oft led me to get relief out of lee.
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