Wood Poems - Poems about Wood

... Love old houses, there is something intriguing; walking quietly I feel connected. The past whispers to me, the wood floors creak; love old houses ! I wander rooms, imagini......Read the rest...

...Allow me to introduce myself, friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose; Once you read me? I stay off the shelf; I run around in a sweet saucer all decked out in salmon pink and green; It runs......Read the rest...

...The swollen lake had begun to settle again as the brilliant sun seemed to dance between the clouds I’d fondly remember the quiet calming warmth beneath the trunks of big cypress trees morning ......Read the rest...

...Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree Just as pretty as a tree can be With a solid and straight trunk so strong And reaching ever up with graceful arms Sugar Maple was enjoying some little fame From ......Read the rest...

... Inspired by John 3:16 and Luke 11:2-4 from "Da Jesus Book, Hawaii Pidgen, New Testament" God wen got so plenny an aloha fo da peopo inside da world wood hav dis prayer fo us: “M......Read the rest...

...The weeds have sheathed the garden from its care as more nails than wood appear of a house lacking adjectives. A sun liberated from scathing entrapment amongst an overburdened forest whose boughs are......Read the rest...

... I step out from a second-story window, float along roads of slow-churning lullabies, raptured in response to ice cream truck’s bellow. A clear case of cold sugar—wide gumball eyes, mobile memor......Read the rest...

...REQUIEM FOR A MOTHERLESS CHILD Hallelujah….. Hallelujah…..Hallelujah Leaning on the somewhat-padded kneelers is a family lined horizontal to the father. This is as close as they’ve b......Read the rest...

...First person narrative from the perspective of a mountain… Isaiah 55:12 “ For ye shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace: the mountains and hills shall break forth before you into singin......Read the rest...

...Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower, While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here . The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour, I can......Read the rest...

...My name is Ocean. If you listen, you will hear me speak. but you must listen carefully, or you will hear nothing but the cacaphony of my waves and tumbling pebbles at the shore. Open your m......Read the rest...

...Abandoned fence once protector of my yard now wood for campfire......Read the rest...

...they came, they stayed, they built these walls, they built this hall, with wood, with rocks, flowers bloomed, leaves shedded, spring came, seeds spreaded, two to many, they blowed, wi......Read the rest...

...Ratty cat, ratty cat, old and alone, sitting on a wood pile, making it his own.. Ratty cat, ratty cat, listening and wondering. Why has the sky grown dark? Could that be thundering? Ratty cat......Read the rest...

...Behind these words are words, word words Words, words, words, words, words, words Words, words, blah blah blah, words, words ......Read the rest...