Tags Trees
A Stand in TimeA Story by Lena M. P.The gnarled ancient oak sits leaning into the river bank covered in a heavy crust of moss. Holes peppered it's bark from years of worms, woodpe.. |
Under the Willow Trees.A Poem by MetBySunlightUnder the willow trees Is where she slept Amongst blossoming flowers and bees Beneath wishful thinking And forever dreaming. At twilight is.. |
Mother Nature, My HomeA Poem by MeowlloryThe beauty of Mother Nature. Written in my youth. |
road signsA Poem by Alkonostdrive north towards deadline, cross border where spring snow salts the treeline dusted dry cold snaps break rosy glasses brittle but we go fo.. |
Ode to Joyce KilmerA Poem by FlatDaddyIf JK is your favorite poet, or you are, perhaps, a relative of him, go no further: I really don't need the hatemail. If, on the other hand, you enjoy.. |
If I was a treeA Poem by Linaimagining you're part of nature, and what part you will play. Fantasising being something you're not |
The River that FlowsA Story by The Omnious OneA tale that takes you up and down, each secound will leave you breathless and wanting more... |
The Secrets of the TreesA Poem by Brianna WoodwardWhispers pass between the trees, secrets only nature sees. And maybe all our questions, can be answered by the leaves, the grass, the .. |
Autumn BreezeA Poem by EmpressPoetessCooly and crisply , you rustle thru the trees I anxiously await thee, Autumn Breeze! Whip at the ground Disturb the fallen leaves! They dance.. |
A Beautiful LieA Poem by Justin WhiteThe inspiration for this was seeing one of our purple Magnolias bloom during winter. |
umbrageA Story by freelancejousteroften times, i would look out the window and something would seem to have moved, though almost imperceptibly or just with the wind or move.. |
Sailing StonesA Poem by SolomonDon’t fall down in Puget Sound because the trees won't hear you with all their closed ears. The sky does not wait to mirror the salmon for.. |
MatchstickA Poem by Winter of '97A bit of free verse |
MaliceA Story by Scarlett-HelenaA story of pain and the shadows of a forest |
HumidityA Poem by QuiteOllieAs white giants drift without purpose or intentAn unfamiliar calm floods me,My mindIt consumes,No,It drinksMy worries and leaves naught for the dream-.. |