Treeless Poems - Poems about Treeless

...Sandgrouse pretty bird Love a treeless countryside A beautiful sound......

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... There’s an odd thief in our neighborhood Who steals stuff that he must think is good Beginning with my small bushes and trees Which at the start, made no sense to me Then parts of my fence su......

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...I was not born to the moors; my roots are planted by wild running seas, even so, a rolling heath is a green tide heaped into wind-sculptured waves, low breakers that may tug you deeper, or crash......

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... LEAVES May each leaf that falls in faith of something greater still stand for the dead and suffering cries, that echo eastern streets. How vicious is genetic hate, whose memory retrieve......

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...March is a good time to be a thin branch in a treeless landscape. You can catch hold of a wind-serpent in your upheld hands, a sea-creature born to be the innards of the sky. When high......

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...i'm connected to a brittle branch disconnected from a tree of life i i am i am writing i am running out of time i write in a place out of time i writ......

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...Sandgrouse pretty bird Love a treeless countryside A beautiful sound......

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...Would the world be a better place if Parents were drowned at childbirth......

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...The night rain had shorn my neighboring trees standing so stalwart in their convivial circle four. The wistful dawning be shining on skeletal shapes Hung with but scarce few yell......

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...The hot savannah in late September Too far back to quite remember Born in plains surrounded by the sands An oasis of the treeless woodlands To be uniquely chic I always tried Yet it never showe......

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...I was a renowned, NASA scientist, with my face always turned to blue stars, As eyes are ever drawn to a flaming sunset, as to colorful, outdoor bazaars. And stargazing brought big excitement, and......

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...Lipstick red a wet rose opens A treeless leaf turns in the heavy air as if seeking where......

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...Questions exist with no answers In my quest for origins and ends I see others like me, sociable open to beauty, struggling to know divinity- Yet in all my quiet contemplation I cannot screen o......

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...Step out on a treeless plain, Earth scoured with monsoon ruts. It's not that we never learn, Just not fast enough!......

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...I lived on a rolling green farm, and I had a love of astronomy; And peered at skies of sleepless nighttime, so vast and starry. It had for long been my hobby, and I had a powerful telescope, As......

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