Poems about Lumberjack


№ 1183454

Draw The Lumberjack

Draw The Lumberjack

His toque screamed French Canadian,
Jacques perhaps, prominent nose
Broken in a brawl over a woman named Suzette or
A close brush with a widow maker,
Bloody Niagara soaking his flannel shirt,
Dripping from the delta of lines describing
A beard reeking of cigarettes and bug dope
Trimmed, if he trimmed at all,
With a sliver of band saw blade
Stuck fast in a lump of tree gum,
Whiskers, after all, affording
A degree of protection from clouds of black flies,
One twinkling eye nesting in a profile
Crinkled by wood smoke and ribald
Bunkhouse jokes, widening in mock surprise
At a sour note from a squeezebox broken
On a drunken Saturday night,
Fanciful elements I avoided drawing
In a slow, steady hand, embellishment
Sure to queer my chances with the juror
Poised to swing a bottle of champagne
Against the stern of my boat
Load of God-given talent, a launch
I await patiently after all these years
Taking a break from the two man
Cross cut saw, smoking
In the shade of all these doomed trees.

draw,  lumberjack.

Author: Dave Hardin
Date: 13/03/2020

№ 1144440

The Lumberjack

Firm hands
Visage, chiselled by gods
I pray upon the temple
Intertwined fingers
Sinful embrace
I have longed a touch for Mars
So far, yet he saw the wood,
The hill,
The Temple.

The Mars enraged!
Raging howl of a lone canine
Digging of what the burried desire has for him
Digging, digging
The Lumberjack fervently saws the hills
O God! Visage with a burning desire!
Not a tune of emotion compares to what this broken vision has seen
Not a tune of reality passes him.

Unconcious by the dew,
Concious by the sun
Ending the sin of a forbidden bind.


Author: Ako
Date: 07/02/2020

№ 933014

The lumberjack and I.

Taken by my hand,
Warped and aged with time,
Rings and rings of life, ingrained beneath my skin,
You hold me with ease,
And, I unravel with gravity, falling apart.
I bend and lean with the wind,
A slight breeze from you,
Is enough to shake me from the ground,
To the sky,
And everything is naked,
And everything is the truth,
And i stand here, before you,
As you hold an axe in your hands.
Ready to fell me,
And take me apart.
My roots are old,
My heart is protected with years of warped timber,
My heart is protected as peach pit,
My heart is protected with poison ivy.
Yet in the spring i blossom,
In the summer i shine bright as the very sun,
And in the autumn i renew myself,
Ready to ride the winter's harsh code.
You take me within your grasp,
I am a cold wind,
I am a summers breeze;
I am the very essence of life within you,
Within me.
As you come to me, and take me,
And take me apart,
I am ready to go,
I am ready to be burnt by the fire,
And become the earth again.
So come at me,
But be warned I stand tall,
And built strong,
But beneath the outer layers,
I am truly a phenomenal piece of work,
Given from the universe,
To you.
Bring your axe,
Bring your rough hands,
Bring your words.
I am rejuvenated by you.


Author: Rachael Stainthorpe
Date: 30/07/2019

№ 794050

My Scottish Lumberjack

I strolled gingerly
In little pale blue socks
Around your apartment, your home
As I shifted and touched your things
I discovered a steadfast, resilient as ever
Growing and glowing by the window
Aloe vera plant
And for the first time I take a look around
See the greenery you foster.

You cuddled me in your soft sweet arms
We fell asleep for moments
You butter me with sugary pink bunny rabbits
While giving me the leverage of a leather razor blade
We speak and sing the strongest tunes
As if we were both born within trees.

Cut some lime, I brought an avocado along
I have to blink my eyes to think
He chose me.

I love to tell the story of how we met
Already, baby
We are so fresh, so communicative
Heartily artistic and smart.
I glided along in cute little stores
In a dress from the 1940s
My back revealing meaningful ink
And with the flick of my light wrist
Summoned the right clothes for you.

It felt lovely and fulfilling
You looked so brilliant in it all
And I allow myself to bring what I've got to the table.

In moments where I tread and tap into fear
I think of last year
The dark rings of faded color throughout my eyes
The veil has lifted
I've never looked around with so much coming awareness.

"What kind of porn do you like? "
I asked before you left the house
I'm full of surprising nuances and willful fight
Your arm around me
You don't feel little or small
Cute or dandy
You kiss me strong and everlasting
Like I'm a gift from god
I kiss you back with surrender
And say,
Now this

This one.
This one all makes sense.

lumberjack,  scottish.

Author: WomanOfTheNow
Date: 26/03/2019

№ 773768


What is this?
A jacket
But something so simple can mean so much
It can hold me together when i get mad
Make someone look like a lumberjack
Though how could I rely on a lumberjack?
A jacket?
I can't
I know this
None the less
They mean so much to me
The tough exteriors
Soft insides
All in all
I believe a lumberjack saved me today


Author: Water In My Veins
Date: 08/03/2019

№ 595393

Lumberjack Dale

I stopped by for a cigarette and to hear a story
He always told the tale of one eyed molly
She lost her eye
In a fight with a dog
The moral of the story was
Never trust something
Just because it may look harmless,
Even act harmless
But this day he told me another tale
The one of old Lumberjack Dale*

He was large like an ogre
Chopped too many trees to know of

Was stupid according to my uncle
This gave me quite a chuckle

He left off, on a normal morning
Hiked up the mountain
To where the clear dirt's mourning

Held his axe and began to swing
The trees didn't have a prayer
He thought he was king

One fell down
He yelled "TIMBER"
Another smacked the ground
He Yelled "TIMBER"
Then another

Birds were scattering
Squirrels were flying
The sounds were of a madman grunting through fire

The fifth hit the ground
The lumberjack ogre
Had to sit down

He swung one too many times, on this here day
The mountain swung back with a black bear, ok?

Protecting her cubs she wrestled the big man
Teeth in his arm and his axe in his hand

He squinted his eyes and flung the weapon
Missing the giant bear standing about 6' 11"

The mountain whispered to the lumberjack
"Leave and never come back"
He had pissed his pants and ran for the shack


The old black bear followed
Protecting her land
And the ones she adored

dale,  lumberjack.

Author: db cooper
Date: 27/09/2018

№ 465689

"Are You A Lumberjack?" "No, I wish."

Home again.

I hold the door, and sigh. Holding my axe in one hand,
Orange, white, and red plaid shirt. Chin covered in stubble.
A warm fire inside. My sweetheart reading by the hearth.
A glance up. Her light blue eyes, so inviting.
Her smile.

I enter.
And rest.


Author: Marshall CB Hiatt
Date: 01/06/2018

№ 242752

The Lumberjack's Epitaph

I saw
The forest--
--for the

epitaph,  lumberjack.

Author: Joshua Krueger
Date: 11/11/2017