Poems about birch


№ 1015194


All of you
Turning into devils
Honey-tongued demons
Swinging from trees
Proclaiming their indecency to the world
Irreverence clouding a sense of modesty
Because if you say it out loud,
It makes it



Author: brooke
Date: 13/10/2019

№ 901647

Christmas Day Birch

The birches branches
Are blown to the north
On Christmas Day
On Christmas Day

No snow this winter
No snow
No snow

The clouds obliterating the view
So low today
So low

They're making my head feel bad
When it's time to be glad so happy and glad

Oh why do the elements cry just now
Hang like a shroud
Instead of a rainbow

Send us a rainbow
Right now
Just for now
To cheer up our trees
And our lakes in the view

For others
For others
For me
For you

Margaret Ann Waddicor 24th December 2015

birch,  christmas,  day.

Author: Margaret Ann Waddicor
Date: 02/07/2019

№ 842451

Birch water

Moe took a gulp from the jar
While Andy tried to spit out the tar
Pincho looked at them and says
If prez knows your bitter ways

Moe filled himself and fell asleep
Andy crept out to the deep
Pincho didn't think of such loss
Scratching on wood to sharpen claws

Moe keeps mumbling a sleepy chant
Then Andy dug himself in the sand
So Pincho left out to the walk
Tracing his path with tail's stroke

He released the chain, widely opened the door
And started up dancing to the birch and more

birch,  water.

Author: Andrew Name
Date: 09/05/2019

№ 790384

An incident in a birch stand on Highway 6, 1997

We drove north
On highway six
The night a perfect black
Close about us with
Neither moon nor stars
To shine their light and
Cut the darkness

The pines hovered at the very
Edge of the narrow road
Making a long, dark tunnel
When, after a curve
Just north of Nisswa,
We emerged suddenly
In to a birch stand

The car lights caught
The white birch bark
Which reflected the light
An eerie white stand
Of bright, white birch
In a pitch black night
The trees on either side
Rising in a gentle slope

I heard the breath catch
In every passenger
And then, just as
Suddenly, we are
Come upon an
Automobile accident

The glitter of broken
Windshield glass
Flashed in the car
Headlights as i stop
A car had wrapped
About a pole, the
Driver's door open

Soon, the drama was over
We got in the car to drive home
The whine of the tires on road
Filled the silent cabin
The white lines of the road
The white birch trees with
Their black shadows
The far-away moon in
The sky exactly over the road,
Seemed now living their own life
Apart and incomprehensible,
Yet very near to man

It was the beginning of April
After a warm spring day
The night had cooled
A faint touch of frost fell
The breath of spring
Felt in the soft, chilly air
The highway ran endlessly
Through the northern woods

On both sides of the road
The night was lit by the
The headlights and birch trees
In the brilliant, peaceful
Moonlight night
And all were silent
Sunk in thought
Everything around seemed
Kindly, youthful, akin,
Everything--trees and sky,
And even the moon,
And one longed to think
That so it would be always.

birch,  highway,  incident,  stand.

Author: John Mahoney
Date: 23/03/2019

№ 770578

Birch and lavender

Cut past, an endearing tear in emptiness
Glanced upon a hilltop where
The lavender swayed without breeze
Picking the soothing color
I wasn't supposed to see
Misfitted, trails foraging into
Tailor shops and nestle of roses
I am
Nothing like those petals red and lavish
Something simpler, an aged branch
Of great oak trees
Birch trees ghostly white
A chip of that, a glint of a knight
Don't beat the drums
If the lavender can't even
Grow within my sight

birch,  lavender.

Author: Eriko
Date: 05/03/2019

№ 734190

Birch Trees

I am underground, where
A dimly lit darkness hangs in the room.
Its coolness is attributed
To cement walls
Behind wooden panels.

Sinking into my bed I listen
To the quiet rattling window,
The rush of cars passing by,
And the sinking silence of the house.
A sense of peace could be found,
But only if searched for.

Paintings hang on the purple walls;
Pieces of art I created.
The smallest one hangs below
The thick glass window;
The only source of light for the room.

She hangs there,
Like the sun in the sky.
I run my fingers over the canvas.
I can feel how it has been thickened
By layers of paint.
The scent of acrylic is calming,
Giving feelings of tranquility
And nostalgia.

I recalled the stroke of the brush,
The images of sunsets, tree leaves,
Rippling water and white bark.
Birch trees against the sunset,
And my satisfaction
As it came to be.

birch,  trees.

Author: AM Snyder
Date: 31/01/2019

№ 717767

Birch Tree

The birch tree in winter
Leaning over the secret pool
Is Narcissus in love
With the slight white branches,
The slim trunk,
In the dark glass;
Spring coming on,
Is afraid,
And scarfs the white limbs
In green.

birch,  tree.

Author: A. S. J. Tessimond
Date: 16/01/2019

№ 707320

Silver Birch Forest

The evening breeze sings the forgotten songs
Of ghosts of nymphs 'tween silver birches there.
And beams of moonlight fall on grassy lawns:
A pearly cloak e'erywhere the eye sees fair.

So many gentle dawns took care to kiss
Along the flowered, verdant forest floor.
In this blessed land so filled with matchless bliss,
Upon golden and rose-pink blossoms which it wore.

Every visitor that stumbles here
Stops to see the flowers near,
And stoops to pick some strawberries
In the meadows, for their families.

birch,  forest,  silver.

Author: Carmen Reed
Date: 07/01/2019