The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors. Hello! A poem lovely as a tree. I can feel it... the oak is living, breathing. The night is still. It whispers. Wow! Allow yourself to “Come to the Edge Today” and soar with its truth. It cradles me closer. Radio Show / Life Coaching, Tags: Confidence, Imagination, Inspiration, Leaping Exercises, Meditations, My life. 7 quotes have been tagged as oak-tree: J. Earp: ‘The acorn does not know that it will become a sapling. I hope this gives someone strength to go on, to live, to love, or to let go…to have comfort in knowing that if a loved one has left their body, that they leave a legacy in you, in the earth, in the hearts they touched. My trunk took the lashings, withstood This was a poem on a card to Emilee (from her mother), in which her mom wished her strength to endure. I am an oak tree in the woods  It stole the Oak Tree’s leaves away. Abimbola T. Alabi, Hello everybody! Those that need to leave their bodies, know that we will give your love to the world. I let myself slip away on that cool fall night. Share Your Story Here. i really like it. on May 26, 2011 at 10:29 am. A lot of times I have trouble falling asleep thinking about someone, so I lie and watch the stars from beneath the branches of the old oak tree and try to let go of myself. Katie Q. McKee, True Friend Poems and pulled its bark. I would like to thank everybody out there who shared my poem. Would love to include this poem along with the photo of the old oak tree. Safe in its arms, I lay. It means a lot to me! Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Depression Poems by Teens Poem, “The Oak Tree, A Message Of Encouragement” By Neal Klein | May 7, 2017. I am greatly impressed a girl so young (13) has such beautiful poetic ways. more by Erica. © 2017 Life After Emilee. I Follow My Dreams By poem by Bernard Shaw. And I begin to drift as the moon does rise. I am the author of this poem, and I just noticed that we reached 50 shares! I look forward to reading some by Erica Long. Whistling winds hush the damp forest. Did you spell check your submission? This entry was posted Under the shelter of the old oak tree. I took an acorn and put it in a pot.I then covered it with earth not a lot.Great pleasure was mine watching it grow.. I am not who I am not, who I am not, who I am not. Years soar by and I’ve only gained strength at the base. Poem by Bernard Shaw - Poem Hunter. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. I know they’ve shown I am an oak tree that stood By myself, in the light of dawn I absolutely love this poem! They are both deceased now and I am doing a mini book about their love story.