A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear. Or smell the ocean and freshly baked bread, But if it could (see and smell these lovely things). If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). It will never see the sun, stars, and the heavens. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. The Lonely Tree Poem by Renu Beri. It did nothing wrong. Thanks for sharing...lol. It is the definition of lonely and sad, and everything in between. The lonely tree often thinks about being free, traveling beyond the two peaks; Searching until it can finally see the one thing that it seeks. A tree stood lonely in the ground, Sad at heart and briny of eye. Memories which it could not part, On its lips a sad smile would start, Images of many young and old trees, One writer, Epstein (2001) proclaims that this poem is “a summing up of [the author’s] love life to date, and an occasion to invoke the classic themes of elegy, the tempus fugit and the ubi sunt” (p. 139): What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why It looked here and it looked there, No other tree could it see anywhere. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. It strives for it. When it gazes off into the distance it cannot see anything. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). But just a lonely something (in a beautiful place) waiting (in darkness). Pay no attention to its roots which grow against stone, leaving no water to bear any seeds or fruit. It sits there (in a beautiful place) surrounded by nothing. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. For it was just fate and its destiny to live (out its "life") alone (in a beautiful place) surrounded by, Nothing, and because of this all it will be is, If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. When it gazes off into the distance it cannot see anything by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson. The Lonely Tree poem by Sinead Mc Cormick. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. If it could say something ( I feel everybody would listen to it). It will never know how strong it is. A twisted ash, a ragged fir, A silver birch with leaves astir. Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear. By registering with PoetryNook.Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook.Com permission to publish the poem. O never a green leaf whispers, where the It is the definition of lonely and sad, and everything in between. It is something. For it, itself, has seen and experienced nothing. It craves it, so bad it can taste it. Where summer-long the shadows sleep. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Even still the lonely tree has grown. It can't though ( it doesn't know how to). It will never know how beautiful it is. Green branches, green branches, you sing of a sorrow olden, But now it is midsummer weather, earth- young, sunripe, golden: Here I stand and I wait, here in the rowan- tree hollow, But never a green leaf whispers, "Follow, oh, Follow, Follow!" A poor little tree standing all alone Swaying in the breeze all on his own His leaves are blowing on a sunny calm day . It craves it, so bad it can taste it. It waits (to be loved) to feel (noticed, adored, connected with) Someone, or Something It strives for it. The Lonely Tree Poem by Sinead Mc Cormick - Poem Hunter. It is not nothing however. Men talk of forests broad and deep. In the poem, the speaker casts herself as a “lonely tree”. The Lonely Tree It sits there (in a beautiful place) surrounded by nothing. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Page In the middle of a valley, forever shrouded by darkened clouds, rests a happy lonely tree who often thinks aloud. Text HOME to 741741, CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. It didn't bring this loneliness upon itself. It didn't deserve this. The Lonely Tree. Though I love forests deep and wide, The lone tree on the bare hillside, The brave wind-bitten lonely tree. A poor little tree standing all alone, Swaying in the breeze, all on his own, His leaves are blowing on a sunny, calm day, As if he was happy in some kind of way.As time passes on and the day goes by, The poor little tree looks ready to cry, The sky goes darker and the clouds turn grey, He doesn’t seem as happy, he is blowing away.As it comes to an end and day turns to night, The poor little tree gets a bit of a fright, Standing on his own with no-one else around, He is stuck on his own, planted in the ground.

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