Best Tree Poems

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
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To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
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Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
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The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
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Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
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The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
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A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
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I had a little nut-tree,
Nothing would it bear.
I searched in all its branches,
But not a nut was there.
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There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a bee.
When they said "Does it buzz?"
He replied "Yes, it does!
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A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
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A song of Enchantment I sang me there,
In a green-green wood, by waters fair,
Just as the words came up to me
I sang it under the wild wood tree.
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A single fir-tree, lonely,
on a northern mountain height,
sleeps in a white blanket,
draped in snow and ice.
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Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
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For if life is a tall tender tree,
For then, life is joy, life is free.
The tree is dancing in the air, sunny or showers,
With his joy, with his love, with his flowers.
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When they torture your mother
plant a tree
When they torture your father
plant a tree
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OH! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong,
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree;
And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling,
“Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.”
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Tree, tree
dry and green.
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Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
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Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O' ships and the open sea.
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A Christmas tree! A Christmas tree!
With dark green needled memories
Of childhood dreams and mysteries
Wrapped present-like in front of me.
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Are you...........
ready for Christmas? , to decorate the tree,
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Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
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.
the girl waited beneath the golden tree
the golden tree shaped like a vase
a vase of golden leaves
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AMONG all lovely things my Love had been;
Had noted well the stars, all flowers that grew
About her home; but she had never seen
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?
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When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
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She woke me up at dawn,
her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels.

I sat up and looked out the window
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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.
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(occupation of the minds IS more dangerous than occupation of the lands)

you win yourself the moment your mind is free
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WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
   And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
   Do paint the meadows with delight,
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If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
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The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
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LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
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Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
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I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
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LIKE a huge Python, winding round and round
The rugged trunk, indented deep with scars,
Up to its very summit near the star
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my first love poem
happens to be the world's oldest one
between
the seashore wind and the tree in the shore
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My tree will know it all
the tree of my childhood
with the endless branches
and the many whispers
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I.
On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
But his face you could not see,
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We sat under an old thorn-tree
And talked away the night,
Told all that had been said or done
Since first we saw the light,
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XXIX

I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
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A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
Hasten, maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
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Whom will you cry to, heart? More and more lonely,
your path struggles on through incomprehensible
mankind. All the more futile perhaps
for keeping to its direction,
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Save for a lusterless honing-stone of moon
The sky stretches its flawless canopy
Blue as the blue silk of the Jewish flag
Over the valley and out to sea.
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In the land of Wu the mulberry leaves are green,
And thrice the silkworms have gone to sleep.
In East Luh where my family stay,
I wonder who is sowing those fields of ours.
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A tree ascended there. Oh pure transendence!
Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!
And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence
a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.
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FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
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On warm dark nights I think I see
beneath the weeping willow tree,
the fairies dancing in the grass
on tiny feet that fly so fast.
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I sat, my back resting against a tree trunk,
The sun shining full on my face,
I felt as if my whole being had shrunk,
As I looked out, at this huge open space.
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How many million Aprils came
   Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
   A bed of squills, how blue.
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The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all.
Resisting frosts and winds,
So determined not to fall.
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Pour O pour that parting soul in song
O pour it in the sawdust glow of night
Into the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,
And let the valley carry it along.
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The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
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There was an apple tree in the yard --
this would have been
forty years ago -- behind,
only meadows. Drifts
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See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down,
And through the Winter neglected lay,
Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown,
With tiny root taking hold on the clay
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Palm-tree: single-legged giant,
topping other trees,
peering at the firmament -
It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling
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FOR him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
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That tree said
I don't like that white car under me,
it smells gasoline
That other tree next to it said
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The rain of a night and a day and a night
Stops at the light
Of this pale choked day. The peering sun
Sees what has been done.
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Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm,
Am I to thee.
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Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'T is a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
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What birds plunge through is not the intimate space,
in which you see all Forms intensified.
(In the Open, denied, you would lose yourself,
would disappear into that vastness.)
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Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
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My life is a tree,
Yoke-fellow of the earth;
Pledged,
By roots too deep for remembrance,
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She had no saying dark enough
For the dark pine that kept
Forever trying the window latch
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As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,)
I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all I could understand,)
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Noiseless break of nerves
You find many life curves
Little you speak but
Never you speak it.
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Cherry blossom fell like confetti
In the wind, but there was no bride
Or groom only a pair of robins
On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
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In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
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Brother, I've seen some
Astonishing sights:
A lion keeping watch
Over pasturing cows;
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Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on a
branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and
danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother?
You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to
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Misty clouds
Sneaking through
Mystery mountains
Faint drizzles
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The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star,
Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar --
The chimneys are crumbling, the log fires are dead,
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I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
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Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob,
Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but he
Loved horses. He himself was like a cob
And leather-coloured. Also he loved a tree.
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When the big tree falls
Hit by lightning
Roared by thunder
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Poor wee little squirrel
he came into our yard today
looking here and looking there
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SCENE: 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.'

It being remembered that there were six of us with Master
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One by one, like leaves from a tree
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,
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There was once an ancient Chinese philosopher sitting under a crooked old tree
Who spoke on the subject of judging others, and how we need to think differently.

“When this tree was younger, ” he said, “it caused many people to gape
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They have returned
I thought they had left
I thought they'd gone for good
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Christopher Robin and Pooh walked slowly down the path in the woods, treading on the occasional crackly twig.

'CR...' said Pooh, 'What's a Poeh Tree? Is it the same as a Poem, or a hum? '
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Old John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, so mellow, and red;
And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,
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AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
autumn,)
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I love this Land Australia of gum and wattle tree
This vast and sunlit Continent is home from home for me
And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day
Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.
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Love, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
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When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
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Coimbra* (anno...)

Your lemon tree
hung with yellow fruit
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I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:
the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,
but oh, I warn you against touching --
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The tree of life
has fallen on my small house.
I thought it was so much bigger!
But it is not.
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a crow, charcoal black, fierce eyes, blue
saturn ring in neck, beak dense black
sharp, arrived mysterious from nowhere
sat on a tree branch bearing mangoes
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