Willow Tree Poems

"The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day." By Poet

Today I took a walk down the street,
and found a beautiful flower garden.
I was in...

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Oak, Willow, Maple, Birch.
Would this wood aid me in my search.
I could not see the wood from the trees.
I’d try so hard, but could not...

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On a hill far, far, away there lives a dead willow tree.
And if you visit there’ll be a girl, with long inky hair as deep...

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I used to imagine stepping off the shingles of my childhood home
Thought it might be poetic
To end it
Where it started

While perched there
Peaking over 
Waiting for...

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Sitting under this Weeping Willow 
tree, I think of yesterdays gone by.

The special times I spent with my 
Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry.

They're...

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When I want to know how the Earth is feeling…
I don’t ask the mountains, the rivers or the sea…
I walk down by the lake and...

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As I sat beneath an old willow tree, 
low limbs shaded me on this summer day. 
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free...

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red clay muddy creek
crab grass eating brown bare feet
willow launches dreams...

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Flashing and flickering lights on a large Ferris wheel
Ornately painted horses on an old circus carousel

Brightly colored balloons set free
Branches gracefully swaying on a willow...

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grandma nicky was a tree
an oak during storms
a willow when change was needed
a decorated evergreen at Christmas
lovely lilac in the spring
cherry and apple when sweetness...

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Weeping Willow tree, no sun can shine through.
Nothing can grow beneath you.

Because of your rapacious roots, nothing can grow around you.

Your grievousness is your companion.
You...

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The maple, beech, the willow, ash and oak - 
abundant are the trees that shed their leaves,
and in the spring, the goddess Flora weaves
her magic,...

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All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
  the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
  flitter as I lay...

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I sink into the mossy coolness underneath the large willow tree. The shade the tree provides is a stark contrast to the summer heat just...

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The steep was ever silent on that night.
     The tree wept like it always did at night.
    ...

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