I have always been seen standing
I will always be seen reaching out
I am the one always seen weeping
Yet I can be seen lashing out
I give shelter to the morning dove
And wisdom to the lost
I will cover you like a glove
And keep away the frost
My promises are never heard
For they are never made
My visitors always leave
Never to return another day
I have no eyes
But I have seen too many days
Standing tall, I remain here
Prisoner to my ways
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Unique (Pseudonym) (
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I love this one. With all the pain in this piece, the line “I will always be seen reaching out” strikes me that much more. Great write. Thanks for sharing.
The feels are real here.
Beautiful wording and imagery was on point.
Willows are one of my favourite trees, though I suppose they do look quite sad.
Great job!!!
Even the weeping willow bears a fruit. From that fruit grows a beautiful tree. A very soulful tree, the willow is a tree quite unique and loved by all. Your poem is really quite outstanding. If Gods creations came with a descriptive label, i think your words would befit this beautiful tree.
What a beautiful poem, Unique. I can see that tree standing tall!
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