Best Oak Poems

Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
         now! Just an autumn flutter.

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Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14...

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This old oak-tree smiling through my balcony
Sways and swings cheerily, a happy emissary,
Budding new vigor upon tiny greenish leaves
Adorning exuberance of idyllic new morning, 
Quivering golden-beams on dawning of spring.

When the sun rises, blushing mauve feelings,
Its gentle oscillations fetch tender sensibilities
Inviting sparrows to grace the...

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What tales your leaves must whisper
of youths tall in your strong arms.
Pretending to be pirates
in a terrible, fierce storm.

Or lovers in your shadows
making vows they sometimes kept;
dreamer's secret hideaway,
underneath leaves, young boys slept.

Many years honed your boldness,
growing taller, stronger, blest.
You were proud to play sentry
standing...

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Gifting us a green canopy,

oaks bow with old South gentility.


For Brian Strand's the 'Podium placing promise(2)' Poetry Contest...

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For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own;
nymphs named the silk-skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove.
She recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.

Nymphs named the silk skinned, raven-black of her,...

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"Two Trees:  Mr. Oak And Mr. Bamboo"


A terrible wind storm was approaching and blowing everything out of it's path!
NOTHING....not one thing at all, could withstand it's awesome wrath!
Two trees saw this storm coming! YES!....it was coming their way!
One was Mr. Oak, the other Mr....

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The cold north winds that stripped you bare,
Shall bring a white cloak for you to wear.

This is how my Autumn trees look already.

11.19.2014
For Rick Paris's
Contest Crystalline
4th...

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the Oak  Tree

You were always someone special
In the midnight hours in my dream
I could really feel the tension
A tree, a limb, a friend
No matter how hard life came at me
There you stood perfectly
Letting me lean up against your stand
I will never forget the day...

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[in Rhyme Rhupunt: a,a,a,b c,c,c,b]

At water’s edge there danced below,
amid the ripple and the flow,
royal blue and sun aglow—
and ragged clouds in limpid sky.

Standing tall and stately there,
swaying in the languid air,
a mighty oak in quiet prayer—
and not a soul to reason why.

Long ago when...

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It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
                   That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.

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In oak-heath forest you might be
one wonderful spring day.
Go search for heath beneath a tree.
Perhaps small faeries you will see
and other wee folk there at play
in early dawn’s first ray.

One time while I was walking there
one fair May day, I saw
a sight so beautiful and...

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I once was a grand and old oak tree,
Wearing my crown with shades of green.
A protector of fields, a watcher of night.
I stood with my pride, till the mornings soft light.

I watched the burrows, and the gentle breeze,
I listened at a soft, and a mellowing...

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camouflaged body of singular bird,
on late Winter oak’s
white, gray and brown bark,
would assimilate feathers,
except for a blooming red head
that rises from the hollow’s depth

3/11/2022
Bite Size Poem no.39
Sponsor: Line Gauthier...

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I found a dove lying broken
I knelt just as it died.
It had chosen my high window
as its own patch of blue sky.

A young dove it appeared to be,
too young to know or care
that windows are seductive
when one's flying in the air.

It was too young to...

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