Lonely Snowflakes (From,134 Picture Poems)
lonely snowflakes
softly through branches
on vacant tree tops
destiny feels somewhere
in the uttering wind
and frozen earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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True Harmony
I sit in the tree
the breeze makes the branches sway
birds sing lovely songs
The air smells like spring
cherries from the tree taste sweet
The bark feels rough
Clouds dance in the air
The world is very peaceful
Way up in the tree
Being in the sky
puts me in touch with nature
it's true harmony
I long for the days
up high among the branches
Where earth took over
poem by Tori Beals
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The Tree's Devil
The tree, how it sits
so still in the ground.
It is its homeplace,
forever it stays there,
unless it is rudely uprooted.
It's branches slowly sway
to and from with the soft breeze.
Soon, night will come
and with it it will bring
the devils wind.
It will howl and whine
threw the tree's limbs,
and the tree will anger
and slash its branches out,
trying to stop the dreadful wind.
poem by Alison Miotke
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Snowflakes
The cloud of winter
cloaking the sun.
Seems to amplify
an already loud quiet.
Noiselessly my footsteps fall
on the snow covered path.
As leisurely I stroll through
the hibernating forest.
Swirled to and fro
by a northern zephyr.
Graceful snowflakes
silently dance around me.
Pirouetting and floating
on their earth bound journey.
To join others that form
the deep carpet of white.
Catching some as they drift by.
With marvel I query.
How can these shapes
be so different one from another?
So fragile so beautiful
yet sadly so fleeting.
Like a dream
passing through slumber.
Snowflakes their existence
by no means immortal.
For will come the day
their fate realized.
When breezes waft warm
these frozen works of art.
Their destiny be nectar
to a waking thirsting earth.
Until such time
I will watch wonder and thank
Mother Nature.
For her unselfish gift of beauty.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Winters advance...
In the dark of night the wind do'th blow,
Through the hills and the drifting snow.
The branches of an oak tree sigh and creek,
Raised above that silent snowy sheet.
Winter snowflakes soon come dancing,
As the winter storm it is advancing.
At first a few, but then so many,
When at first there were not any.
Engulfing a wintery slumbering earth,
In a snowy cotton across her girth.
Fashioning a crystal white snowy gown,
Woven from the whitest down.
Now covered in her pure white sheet,
Our mother earth has gone to sleep.
Her yearly rest forever taken,
When spring time comes she shall awaken...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The Willow Tree
I am a Willow Tree, that sways gently in the wind
I am a Willow Tree, who has no limits.
I am a Willow Tree, who has long and beautiful branches
I am a Willow Tree, who provides shade and comfort.
I am a Willow Tree, who can be placed anywhere
I am a Willow Tree, I whisper in the wind.
I am a Willow Tree, you think I'm very free
I am a Willow Tree, don't ever want to be me.
poem by Lucy Gocher
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The Lonely Willow Tree
THAT LONELY WILLOW TREE
God made this Earth,
The Sun... The Air.
He placed it all
Into Man's care.
On it He placed
Flowers and trees
In beautiful colors,
Man's eyes to please.
But when He thought
His work was done,
He added this....
A tree.....Just one.
He planted here
A Willow Tree,
Where Man could pray
On bended knee.
But now when Man
Neglects to come,
He named this tree
The weeping one.
Near a stream
Where no one will be
There stands a lonely
Weeping Willow Tree.
And when you see
It's branches weep,
You know that from
God's eyes....
....................Tears do Seep.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
6-22-1979
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Snowflakes
Soft snowflakes drift daintily down,
Without so much as a single sound.
Swirling around, they're a dazzling sight,
And they make the world seem so bright.
Each flake possesses a pattern so very rare,
That no two flakes can make a matching pair.
They each take on a very delicate form,
Which melts away, when it gets warm.
Each unique, frozen crystal is so very tiny;
Glistening in the sunlight, they look so shiny.
Each is a masterpiece: a major work of art,
Which, from our lives, will very soon depart.
Falling snowflakes appear so fluffy and soft,
When, caught by the wind, they dance aloft.
Single snowflakes are as light as a feather,
But weigh a ton, when collected together.
On every surface, the snowflakes collect:
Soon, with white, everything is bedecked.
The snowflakes form a thick carpet of white,
As they settle down, following their flight.
Things, which were familiar to our eyes,
Are suddenly more difficult to recognise.
Snow seems to change the world's face,
And it suddenly seems a different place.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Ice Crystal Lattices
Snowflakes
frozen ice crystals
conglomerations
fall through
Earth
atmosphere
two snow
crystals
microscopic
supercooled
cloud
droplets freeze
variety
shapes
sizes
complex
shapes
emerging
as the flake
falls through
differing
temperature
humidity
air regimes
individual
snowflakes
nearly
unique
in
structure.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dark Bodies (demo)
Dark bodies floating in darkness
No sign of light ever given
Imprisoned in a world without a memory
Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Cut from the heart I am part of
Sometimes it feels as though I'm frozen in heaven
And I saw my own face in the black lonely space
Like a spark frozen grey
Floating away [x2]
In dreams I see myself flying
Closer to the sun and I'm climbing
Tried to touch the sun
But the brightness burned my eyes
Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Fell from the sky like a star
Sometimes it feels as though I'm frozen in heaven
And I saw my own face in the black lonely space
Like a spark frozen grey
Floating away
And I saw my own face in the black lonely space
Like a spark...
My mind was so dark...
My life was so dark...
My mind was so dark...
My life was so dark...
Everything was dark
Unconscious, or am I conscious?
Fell from the sky like a star
Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in Heaven
And I saw my own face in the black lonely space
Like a spark frozen grey
Floating away [x2]
And I saw my own face like a spark...floating away
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Leaves Turning Grey
Like a carcass lays, an ancient tree,
he tried to pray, through celestial seas,
but his spirit flew just like a bee.
Everyday he gazed at crying clouds,
the wind through his branches was so loud.
He looked for listening ears
as he stood in a sea of tears.
O tree, do you still wade?
Why have you lost your will to change?
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots have lost their range.
But how can one ask for help,
when you're not helping yourself?
And so this tree founded on sand,
with the wind tumbled to land.
He's an arboreal fool,
in a world that pulls
his heart and blood apart.
O tree, you've lost your blood,
your dead branches lay in the mud.
O tree, leaves turning grey,
your roots in such ground won't stay.
poem by Soren Valentine
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One Tree
Against a clear and deep blue sky,
One tree stretched tall, its branches high,
And stiffly they, of movement none,
Stood true and straight, their course to run.
The wind it whistled strong, and shrilled
Between those branches, stiff and chilled,
But not one twig could it but sway,
And having tried, swept on its way.
Against a clear and deep blue sky,
One tree stretched tall, its branches high,
And with great dignity, it kept its stance,
No wind would ever make it dance.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Life feels cold today
Grey skies
Pigeons cooing their grumble
Crows reluctantly cawing their displeasure
Life feels cold today
People huddled, coiled in their grind
Unwilling to move, unless it’s a real bind
Hearts frozen, grim faces
Life feels cold today
Trees shiver in the biting wind
Little animals burrow underground
To earth’s welcome warmth
Life feels cold today
Clouds obscure the sun
Finding her beloved absent, the earth sulks
And turns away to another night
Life feels cold today
poem by Anita Atina
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The Divine Tree
In my mind I see perched upon a rocky hill
Standing firm a silhouetted tree so strong and still
Its roots extend well below the turf
Reaching deep to the centre of the earth
Its sprawling branches stretch in a canopy above
High into the sky to heaven where there’s much love
This tree is magical and a symbol for us to see
As it bears fruit, good things given by divinity
Of love compassion, peace and self awareness
To visualise the tree is a privilege I confess
But all can see if they search enough
Even though the mist at times make viability tough
The wind of your thought in its branches whisper through
And brings forth its fruit for those that stay true
And if sometimes when you try to climb to its branches on high
When life seems touch and you really have to try
The branch it may break and then you may fall
But the tree will still stand it stays there for us all
And then you must try once again you see
Each time you get further higher in the great tree
And each time you make a higher ascent
You get higher into its canopy to Heaven sent
The Drifter [A different start to the poem “If only”]
As free as a leaf blowing in sync with the wind
Slowly moving where ever it wants
No certain knowledge of where it was headed
No certain path
No certain destiny
No certain future
Its life as a dream
And with it no rules
Its life as a lonely one
But the one it will choose
And as it danced its graceful dance
Sighing its lonely sigh
It Places its head up to the lonely sky
Saying:
“If only if only a wood pecker sigh
The bark on the tree
Would be as soft as the sky
And as the wolf sits there
Lonely and hungry
It cries to the mooo-o-oon
If only if only”
I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?
quote by Kate Chopin
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Self Portrait
The willow tree stands alone.
It grows alone, relying only on the Sun and the Rain.
This willow tree offers shade.
It only shades during the day, casting a monster
of a shadow in the mornings and evenings,
its size shrinking in between. Its shadow
is solid in some places, but has empty
places of sunlight dotting the ground beneath
it, allowing room for purity among the darkness.
This willow tree is immune to the Wind.
It bends whichever way it needs to survive,
sacrificing its tiny leaves to be carried away.
This willow tree is a home.
Small birds build nests on its branches,
laying eggs that will bring new Life to the World.
The nest is supported. Some things of little
weight can be supported, but anything that drags
the branches too close to the ground
will be dropped so the tree can be saved.
This willow tree is weak.
As it grows, its branches come closer and closer
to the ground, for it cannot support the weight
of itself anymore. It cannot help its own soul.
With one swing of an ax, the tree will be felled.
It will be finished, left there to be eaten
and burrowed in and rotted away by the Earth.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Loneliness 1
Nobody listens to a lonely
standing tree on a grey land
except blank sky inside.
May be that lonely bird
hear the voice
of the tree.
May be the tree is meditating
with wind
infront of the sky.
May be the tree is saving time
and loneliness
to save its existence.
poem by Devil Poet
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Dying Alone In Public
Like the lonely winter tree
Outstretched branches with never any leaves
Lonely skeletons, with lonely smiles
Looking away while trying to hide
Their outstretched lonely eyes
poem by Cin Sweet Fields
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The Grey Mist Of A Healing Frost
Our tree has frozen in the snow,
its branches are now burdened low,
The waters let their corpses fall,
freezing and burying all.
Like a fog the snow rolls in,
birds fly through as the blizzard begins,
a sea of white covering the land,
proclaiming the King of winter grand.
The heavenly snow is our Delight,
and fills our world with resonating light,
with peaceful Silence floating in the wind,
healing our tree that has been skinned.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Cry Softly Lonely One
Joe melson/don gant
Cry softly lonely one
It's over, it's said, it's done
Don't let your heart break down
He's not the only one
So you're blue
And lonely too
Don't fall apart
And when the teardrops start
You can cry;cry to me girl
Cry;cry to me girl
I'll be standing by
I will dry your eyes
But for now, cry softly lonely one
Cry softly lonely one
Your heartaches have just begun
And though they linger on
Carry on, be strong
You're baby's gone
Left you alone
But i'll stand by you
On the long nights through
You can cry, cry to me girl
C'mon and cry, cry to me girl
Don't cry all alone
Baby from now on
You can run to me;come to me
You can cry to me
Tonight and forever,lonely one
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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