My love affair with trees started when I was oh so young. The swing on a branch at the end of my garden is where it had all begun. I swung back and forward, singing little tunes to the tree and birds above. They joined in the chorus with sweet love. In later years I carved my name with a lover or two. The tree did not mind a jot, as many lovers’ names adorned its bark. Further years rolled on and I studied their diseases, listened to their creaking, and wheezes. When tired or sad would hug a tree and receive comfort you see. They stand so majestically and tall through the years. I have aged faster than them. Have more wrinkles on my face and skin. Their bark still the same, gnarled and brown. My hair, a straight white crown. Our lives have always been entwined and when I am gone they will still be around. Lovers’ history and much more, etched on their outer skin for all eternity.
I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
Akhtar thank you for that I do feel a sense of awe when I walk in the woods. My imagination runs rife when I hear their whispers and creaks its like they talk to me. Oh well being a little crazy in this world helps one get by.
Loved it Johanna. I too have written a couple of times about trees. They are so tall and long-lived. If they could tell of all the y have seen through the centuries…
j.rid, I was searching for all your poems. I am happy now. I got it. I enjoyed this poem.Since a long time I could’nt hear anything fr.om you.(I mean no comments on my poems.) I always enjoyed your poems as well as your comments Waiting for more poems.
Hi ammu thanks for reading my poems but I am in the middle of packing to move home so have not had a lot of time to read lovely poems. I will be off for maybe a week until new innternet connections then will be back full swing, maybe with renewed energy for more poems from myself. I hope all goes good for you x
From when you sat in the swing and sang to the wrinkles on your face and the bark you are a part of the tree. You place us there with you and I can hear the breezes . Such a good write.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Love is It is not just doing what crosses your mind without thinking about it or doing things just to look good It is much more bringing a genuine smile in the face of a child or truly promising that
Dear love, I have always wanted to understand you more, But first of all, you must know you are the one who I most adore. Dear love, will you stand by me through the most rugged journeys of all? Dear
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
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18 Comments on "A Love Affair"
What a hard truth of life and love!
Thank you for reading @MUTHU-MANICKAM—MMM yes life itself is a maze and hard but I keep a smile in my heart.
It’s a wonderful poem on trees. I have read so many poems on trees but this poem is a different poem. It’s truly beautiful.
Nature makes me feel the same. Nice poem!!
Akhtar thank you for that I do feel a sense of awe when I walk in the woods. My imagination runs rife when I hear their whispers and creaks its like they talk to me. Oh well being a little crazy in this world helps one get by.
Swathi we be sisters of Nature then. Yes when the world is mad all around go to nature to find the peace in our hearts.
beautiful poem to read
Loved it Johanna. I too have written a couple of times about trees. They are so tall and long-lived. If they could tell of all the y have seen through the centuries…
anum thanks for reading and comment.
Darren I will have to look at your trees you are a great poet I do love your poems.
A true Lover of the woods bringing in such a romantic feelings
Thank you Ramapriya for reading and comment, and yes as I get older I see much more
in the woods. The smells are beautiful too.
Beautiful poem on trees.
Thank you for reading Geetha the best place to recieve inner peace
is a walk amongst trees,–for me that is.
Have a lovely day
Very true…trees are great friends.
j.rid, I was searching for all your poems. I am happy now. I got it. I enjoyed this poem.Since a long time I could’nt hear anything fr.om you.(I mean no comments on my poems.) I always enjoyed your poems as well as your comments
Waiting for more poems.
Hi ammu thanks for reading my poems but I am in the middle of packing
to move home so have not had a lot of time to read lovely poems.
I will be off for maybe a week until new innternet connections then
will be back full swing, maybe with renewed energy for more
poems from myself.
I hope all goes good for you x
From when you sat in the swing and sang to the wrinkles on your face and the bark you are a part of the tree. You place us there with you and I can hear the breezes . Such a good write.