Palm Tree Poems - Poems about Palm Tree

In this charming retreat, the silence of nature and hills talk to me, whispers of forgotten tales in the breeze, of hidden secrets of times bygone, an era of luxury and grandeur, where every stone holds a story untold. In the marble statues and king-size portraits, etched in elegance, they gaze through time, their faces frozen in an eternal grace, gripping the pulse of...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the ashes drifting as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes ...

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palm tree island verdant fronds frogs croaking at the ready smell of orchids my body sighed loudly i felt all the tension leave my back...

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One palm tree stands lonely on the seashore, but there in the distance I can see more Soft waves gently break on the block, caressing the beach and all the rock A ticket of trees grows on the hill, in silence they sit ever so still The sun is shining and cloudy skies, for all this...

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Everything bonds so quickly I can hardly find a place the move the trigonometry of the earth has placed everything in a cluster beneath the hidden dirt. I can get from Helsinki to Copenhagen in a speed boat beneath the hidden stream that is wrapped up in my dreams and when my cousin fell ill,...

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a mother palm date crowned by calm ripe ruby dates autumn lovely fruits...

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Desert dry Summer shy Cloudless sky Fanning palms are waving hi Green is golden, shade is sly Cool one moment, slips on by Wind is wispy, like a sigh As it brushes butterflies Have you ever seen a kite so high? On this peaceful patch of grass I lie Wishing, whisper, wonder why As I watch...

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I remember where the sidewalk ended Next to where the old fan palm grew That waved its many hands at me As I walked home from school each day And of course I always waved politely back In childhood anything can be befriended But even as a kid I knew That wind, not wonder, moved the tree Yet I named it Summer Heat...

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I love them a lot. What an ultimate ...

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Lifting my spirits heat of the summer solstice, palm tree company....

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touch the highest sky toughness as stronghold adorned give way and grow tall 09 July 2021...

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Look up to the majestic sight Towering canopy of green Wide-reaching fronds Bold, confident, courageous. A tale thrilling to tell Hurricane eruptions, Of seasonal disturbance Bold, confident, courageous. Morning sun-rays filter now and then Blocks of color Slight variations of gray Stand bold, confident, courageous. Baby palm look up to the majestic sight Amongst others on sandy beaches Aspire to tell stories of survival Stand bold, confident, courageous. New plantings, appearance Vascular...

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My Love Is a Palm Tree My Love Is a Palm-Tree Who’s she? A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun first pays homage before it falls on earthly faces; Who’s she? A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew into manna grows; Who’s she? Twain palm-tree open palms grace-fully fanned for a homely hug; Who’s she? A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap quenches my sirocco...

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Friendship: Just Like a Palm Tree By Izunna Okafor From the crusts of lonely loams It gently roots inner and outer And softly pullulates harder and taller To register its purpose to mankind. Like the trunk, the bond glues harder To the closely open hearts of soil Who signed for mutual reciprocation. Its oil heals internal and external wounds Smoothens the rough path in...

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In the morning I bath with the dew from the horizon, protocol to the heavens .At noon I warm my self with the anger from the sun, eyes to the horizon. At night I smear my self with the tender breeze, messenger to the atmosphere. And when the cloud cries I feed .At the blasts from the earth...

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