These short and sweet tree poems talk about the beauty of a tree. It starts with a declaration. The poet starts by expressing that no poem can be as beautiful as a tree.
The tree is portrayed as looking at God all day and lifting its arms in prayer.it is given human qualities. It’s a celebration of nature’s simplicity.
In simple terms, tree poems appreciate the beauty of a tree and acknowledge the extraordinary touch of God in creating something so wonderful.
The concluding line of the poem declares that only God can make a tree.
Trees
By Joaquin Miller
A thousand miles of mighty wood,
Where thunder-storms stride fire-shod;
A thousand plants at every rod,
A stately tree at every rood;
Ten thousand leaves to every tree,
And each a miracle to me—
To An Old Tree
By Annette Wynne
The tree must stand, it cannot run;
Whatever comes of snow or sun
It has to bear; it has no fears;
Knowing not regret nor tears
It stands and stretches to the sky
Without a murmur, plaint or sigh—
And this has stood a thousand years,
And seen ten thousand storms go by!
Yet there be men who doubt of God!
Trees In Autumn
By John Jay Chapman
The poets have made Autumn sorrowful;
I find her joyous, radiant, serene.
Her pomp is hung in a deep azure sky
That turns about the world by day and night,
Nor loses its bright charm.
And when the trees resign their foliage,
Loosing their leaves upon the cradling air
As liberally as if they ne’er had owned them,—
They show the richer for the nakedness
That weds them with the clarity of heav’n.
The Tree That Lives Beside The Brook
By Annette Wynne
The tree that lives beside the brook,
May see itself if it should look;
But perhaps it does not try.
It would rather see the sky
Than look into the brook and trace
The shadows of its leafy face.
Outside The Door
By Annette Wynne
Outside the door the bare tree stands,
And catches snowflakes in its hands,
And holds them well and holds them high,
Until a puffing wind comes by.
The Tall Trees Look Out Very Far
By Annette Wynne
The tall trees look out very far,
Perhaps as far as where you are;
But I can’t see so far around,
My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight
The Orchard
By John Jarvis Holden
O pleasant orchard, emerald leaves
And shining fruit the summer weaves
Into a jewel of design
Finer than man will e’er refine;
But not until the springtime shows
Her beauty in the lovely blows
Of pear and apple, peach and cherry,
To prove the world at last is merry.
Locust Tree In Bloom
By Hilda Conkling
A bough of locust blossoms for my present,
Or just a spray is enough for me!
They smell like honeysuckle and poppies
Twined together . . .
Their buds hang like green fruit . . .
They are shoes of the wind.
The Straight Young Trees
By Annette Wynne
The straight young trees too proudly stand
Erect, apart, to take a brother’s hand,
But later when grown old and strong and wise,
They see with understanding eyes,
And then across the road they bend to grasp
A brother’s hand in friendly leafy clasp;
And as the changing seasons come and go
Thus bravely linked they welcome sun and snow,
And friendly time but makes them stronger, kinder, closer grow.
The Tree Stands Very Straight And Still
By Annette Wynne
The tree stands very straight and still
All night long far on the hill;
But if I go and listen near
A million little sounds I hear,
The leaves are little whispering elves
Talking, playing by themselves,
Playing softly altogether
In the warm or windy weather,
Talking softly to the sky
Or any bird that dartles by,
O little elves within the tree,
Is there no word to tell to me?
This is all about tree poems.