Oak Poems - Poems about Oak

...The moisture from this Morning’s dew Supplemented natures Humidity and hue Plants as if living And growing so big Overtook the yard Prompting me to dig Holes of future Bulbs and seeds Era......Read the rest...

...ancient oak with hapless owl longs to shed his bark and fly into the sunniest day young and wisdom free ......Read the rest...

... In fall its leave color browish red and orange Oak tree nature meaning occult Ever think of owning sapplings known as oaklings Oaklings somewhat oak like I have seen Oarfish I certainly  oufgu......Read the rest...

... I am Lilith, like a ghost pipe under oak shadows of Tomorrow River Valley hiding in-between hours, roots sipping moonlit juice borrowed from Eden, a deception of men ascending into the hollow o......Read the rest...

...Exquisite Toronto water reflections Lake’s hair is in pretty natural stagnant ringlets An owl takes a perch in the design I see her lovely paths lead somewhere oak trees are readily reflected in ......Read the rest...

... The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon The river runs just beside ; “O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and th......Read the rest...

...Under the mantle of night, a deep and melancholic murmur, The calling of a sacred land, an echo from the depths of the soul, People, understand, uncover plans cloaked in darkness, Every word is a ......Read the rest...

...Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could Body sways and she prays for air to catch Then she see it lu......Read the rest...

...Unlovable opinionated Mr. Crow struts around like he owns the town We love seeing him, he is always in a blue mood, his beak in a frown. He owns the largest oak tree if you ask the other birds and ......Read the rest...

...The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard......Read the rest...

... She gazes past the golden fields beyond the wheat that summer yields above the solitary oak, so still where a lazy hawk, with circles fill. He feels the drifts in windswept skies her soul......Read the rest...

...sitting with paws crossed sunbathing under oak tree taking in the view......Read the rest...

...Strophe I Outside on the terrace ,I feel at peace I hear bird songs they so fill me with cheer My bugbears for a while outside do cease My mind is quiet and I feel no fear Doing Shikantaza p......Read the rest...

...Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips, moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch. Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice, wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist. Breast ......Read the rest...

...With mild mannerism I catered to the emptiness while my mind wandered effortlessly through memoric findings finishing my thoughts whispering from beyond calling out to me braising whi......Read the rest...