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The oak tree stands tall
Firm under the winds of life
Refusing to bow
Admonishing the lineage
That can master it's being.

tanka by Heather Burns
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The Oak Tree

The oak tree stands tall
firm under the winds of life
refusing to bow
admonishing the lineage
that can master it's being.

poem by Heather Burns
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The heart of a tree

With branches reaching out as if for a embrace
The tree may bow to nature with grace.
He stands alone when the wind blows strong.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
In winter's cold chill, You can see the tree stand still.
Leaves are gone but the tree stands strong.
Until winter turns into spring and the birds begin to sing.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eyes can't see.
Like the heart of a tree.
Through storms and the wind. Bowing with a graceful bend,
Until the sun shines again, still standing at the end,
The tree is like a true friend.
The leaves may fall, but the tree stands tall.
There are some things that the eye can't see,
Like the heart of a tree.
The old Tree's secrets
How many lovers sat together under the old tree?
If only the tree could speak.
The stories would be of weary travelers
finding a place of peace, and dreams in their sleep.
Stolen moments of lovers, perhaps a sweet caress.
A young man with a ring, a young girl said yes.
Tree I only imagine, I enjoy the guess.
Gentle breezes that lifted the leaves
to let them gently fall to earth.
Misting rain to meet the tree's thirst,
Perhaps two trees inter-twined are
Two lovers that were curst.

poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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Whispers of the Wind

The Tree stands tall,
Listening to the Wind,
Whispering its cautionary tales.

The Tree stands tall,
Listening to the Wind,
But does not bend, you see?

You are the Wind,
And so I shall be the Tree,
Never fear, dear friend, I shall listen to thee.

Yet I shall not bend,
To your valiant assumptions,
To your hollow allegations.

Impetuous is the Wind with only it's tales to tell me,
But I shall stand Tall,
For I am the Tree.

poem by Zoe L Mathias
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No Tree Can Stand Tall Without Roots Spread!

Every seed sends roots first,
Finding for soil and ground
where it can stand firm and tall,
stand firm and tall if roots go
deep,
Spread wide to find The sap! single cell that carry life,
Give life to cells and tissues,
Shoot, barks, branches and
leaves,
feed the leaves exposing leaves
to light, Visible tree stands on exposed
roots, not roots visible, Man made boundaries, fence and
compound,
Can't prevent or limit roots or
branches,
Sometimes absorbing soil here,
Branch will extent to neighbouring house,
How one can limit the nature,
or confine growing tree to
narrow circle drawn by man?
So is every life on Earth!
Mankind is like forest of different trees,
Yet all roots of autotrophic trees
deep in the soil,
Only parasitic have those roots,
pierce other tree's heart! Dive deep into yourself,
O man! Can you survive without
Your roots?
know how you are here,
Is it the mortal parent brought
you here, Or your fate,
Only be grateful to their love and
care forever!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Big Tree

Big tree
Standing tall
Against setting sun
Majestic silhouette
Geometer's delight
Deep rooted trunk
Branches reaching the sky
Tree depicts life...

Every leaf
Shape so unique
Defining tree family...
Magical colors applied
By Creator's bold strokes
With the brush of seasons
Amazing panorama spreads out
Everywhere and all around.

Flowers spring out
Beauty and fragrance
Magical transformation
Into fruits
Nature transports seeds
To far off lands
It's a new cycle
Trees..forest...life.

Big tree
Stands still
Stands waving
I keep watching
Its far reaching ways
Tree gives us life
Tree gives us shade
To rest and contemplate.

poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Not Finished

A perfect night
the stars are sparkling bright
staring into the sky,
the little house in the creek
sits nestled under the tall mossy tree
the house aged by nature...beautiful
as the rain starts to pour
the tall mossy tree protects the house and its front door
the mossy tree bears the weight of the sky
as the house is kept dry
more clouds swarm in recklessly
lightning cracks as it sets fire to the tall mossy tree
the tree stands strong....
but i doesn't know if it can last long
as the rain runs down the tree's trunk and roots
like tears

poem by Wandering Scarlet
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The Rose Tree Of Winter

In the cold winds of Winter she stands thorny and bare
In Summer large beautiful red flowers she did wear
The Rose tree of Winter not a pretty sight
At a time of year with litle warmth in the sunlight,
When the birds in the sunlit gardens will nest and sing
She will wear her new leaves and rosebuds of the Spring
As a tree the rose tree does not grow very tall
Compared to most trees she does seem very small
But in her full bloom none as lovely as she
In her cloak of flowers she's a beautiful tree
But in Winter she stands there by the garden wall
Of the garden trees the most forlorn one of all
And though it may still be a few months from the Spring
The white backed magpie on the blackwood tree sing
But without her leaves and flowers prickly looking and bare
The rose tree looks drab in the cool morning air.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Vision the Tree that was Me

I saw a tree so tall and straight
It almost reached to the heavenly gate
I was very close to that tall tree
I became the tree, and the tree became me A fire was burning all around
It burned the roots that were attached to the ground
The fire did not burn the heart of the tree;
As I was the tree and the tree was me. God saved the tree that was me,
God looks upon the heart you see
He saw a sinful heart set free
Sins all buried on the cross of calvary God took the tree that was me,
And planted it by crystal sea
I am the tree, and the tree of life is in me
I, and the tree are one you see, Would you like to be our neighbor?
A tree planted by the waters.
Come to the cross dear sisters and brothers
Jesus will meet you; and we will meet each other.

poem by Pearline Wagner
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The lunar blossom

I am the flower of the moon
Who stands tall in the darkness
I am the light of shadows
Who wander perpetually

I rest in serene silence
The music of the night
The dusk showers fall
And I stay ablaze

As small as a mouse
With purpose larger than life
I sail ebony waters
Obsidian winds fill my sails

I am the boat of life
The beacon of hope
I am seemingly irrelevant
Only to blind who do not seek their truths

Through the day I stay
My light spears dusk like tusk
I am the flower of the moon
Who stands tall in darkness

poem by Logan Fulk
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It is said that a wise man who stands firm is a statesman, and a foolish man who stands firm is a catastrophe.

quote by Hyman G. Rickover
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The Tree

The weathered tree stripped bare
broken branches hang still
as though to scar its nature
no birds nest here any more
a thing of beauty has passed
into a beauty of another kind
colourless in the backdropp of sky
roots rise and fall into the ground
etchings of forgotten loves
remain as eternal memories
no lovers shade here now
the tree stands as though defiant
unwilling to relinquish to time
that which grew so tall
not dead, perhaps dying
stripped and broken it stands
the weathered tree
a work of life's true beauty

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Fallen Leaves

A gentle
breeze
blew leaves
upon your
tree.

They clung
to the
branches,
refusing
to
surrender.

A violent
storm
appeared,
beat
against
your
branches.

Disturbing
the
leaves.

They
held
firm,
until
they
couldn't
hold
any
longer.

The
pressures
of life, so
great
they fell
away
crying.

poem by Heather Burns
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Mother Tree

In all my life I will never see,
something quite as unique as a tree.
The variety of juicy fruit that you may bear,
like the delicous orange, apple, or my favorite the pear.

From as soft as a peach,
to as hard as a nut.
From the multiple colors of and apple,
To the single shade of a cocoonut.

The mother tree always stands sturdy, alone, and divine.

A tree is meant to protect it's riches,
like the gold of a pharoahs tomb.
With it's branches reaching high into the sky to protect its treasure,
like children out of a mothers womb.

A tree to me is like an unspoken being,
quiet but very bold.
It always seems to stand tall,
whether its rain, drought, storms, or the bitter cold.

In all my life shall never see,
something as caring as a mother tree.

poem by Nyles Peele
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Aftermath

'The Tree Still Stands! '
Exclaimed the boy clasping his hands
To his Father who was walking the rear,
And to his Grandfather who was nowhere near.
For happy was He.
For standing there so straight and tall
Was the tree whose limbs He crawled
And the branches from which He played,
And the root where His head once laid.
And the many leaves.

Now the Father whom hearing His Son
Came to his side in a moment run
Then He stopped; for the tree He saw
Then the Father just stood in awe,
And uttered; 'my old friend'.
For standing there was His friend
From which before His youth was spent
By climbing and playing games,
And hiding under, from the cold and rain.
And the wind.

Then the Grandfather came strolling up
And He paused, in a moment hush
To reflect to a different year
When He was a Child, and He cried a tear.
And He clasped His hands.
For he was then again a Child
And then again He cried and smiled,
For He remembered His Father and He,
And how together they planted a tree.
And it still stands.
'Thank GOD the tree still stands! '
Cried the Grandfather clasping His hands.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Appreciation

The gracious tree stands tall
blooms strung along her limbs.
Yet her trunk bows in gratitude!

The fully dressed tree
professes not to rank with
great poets of yore or now.
Yet humbly gives thanks
To all who enjoy fruits
From poet- tree.

Yet this little-known poet's
Shelf life liken's aged wine:
Expressions as free as birds
Sweet music when voice dies
fragrance to scentless roses,
effects the power of appreciation.

poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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The Leaf And The Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do
Unguessed by small and tremulous you?
Shall not these branches in the end
To wisdom and the truth ascend?
And the great lightning plunging by
Look sidewise with a golden eye
To glimpse a tree so tall and proud
It sheds its leaves upon a cloud?

Here, I think, is the heart's grief:
The tree, no mightier than the leaf,
Makes firm its root and spreads it crown
And stands; but in the end comes down.
That airy top no boy could climb

Is trodden in a little time
By cattle on their way to drink.
The fluttering thoughts a leaf can think,
That hears the wind and waits its turn,
Have taught it all a tree can learn.
Time can make soft that iron wood.
The tallest trunk that ever stood,
In time, without a dream to keep,
Crawls in beside the root to sleep.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I Know What My Master Does

I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.

I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.

My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.

I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.

I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stand in The Rain

She stands bellow the tree,
As she looks out towards the sea.

Her eyes see the blue, yet her mind is lost,
It has left her on it's journey remembering what it lost.

The breeze blows though her dark crimson hair,
And still she does not blink, she only stares.

She stares though nothing only seeing pain,
The pain that has left her standing in the rain.

The rain falls around her on the sea,
Yet still she stands under the tree,

It will not leave her, it will not go,
What she has seen will never go,

She will always remain alone,
She remains in the wind as it moans,

She feels movement of the air,
Yet she does not hear it, she does not fear,

Se fears not the storm, only the pain,
She stands by the side of the sea, stands in the rain.

She stands here, still,
As the pain begons to kill.

She stands and looks past her heart through the pain,
As she stands in the rain.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Chocolate Woman

shapely chocolate woman
firm breasts
body curved like a bow
mind like an arrow
tall like a tree
so sweet
when i kiss you
like the sun
that shines warmly
on the hills

you melt

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Tree in a Field

There once was a tree,
A tree alone in a field.
And as that tree grew
It got bigger than all 'round.
And people would often stop
Just to look at that tree,
That tree in a field.
Till one day one person,
Went and cut down that tree,
That tree in a field.
And you know what?
That tree learned one thing
Don't stand too tall too fast,
Or someone just might
Cut you down.

poem by Matthew Tener Wade
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