Fire
As hot as the sun Red-orange in color Dangerous Hypnotizing Warming Some people love it Some people hate it Some are comfortable with it While others stay back While burning bright It gives off life and when it's smoldering The life aroun
All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And
Sedated
Oh if I could set aside this weary sleep; countless hours spent on nothing but a solemn thought. Oh how I long to be free and out among the world; not confined indoors with meek company. This lazy and slumbering attitude I have attained grows heavy;
Wonders of the sea
i took this out of my memory down in co.clare around kilkee i hope when you have read this next time you come by the sea to stop and watch everything what goes on and take it all in
The Sea (raging/calm)
under my previous serpico12
Eyes Above
stars
waters edge (challange of water falls)
When rivers where young its course mapped out,growing like a child digging its way out. Plumiting over cliffs edge,roaring as your lifes blood forms a mist,spweing new life into cliffs edge. Pools formed through the tears ,brings new homes to fish fo
breeze whispers
Stepped out of the door putting trash outside nothing glamorous there When you touched me i just knew it was you wind..i always do In a second i was with you you brought a picture seemed like a meadow vast and green standing by a lake
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
Stumped
I am an environmentalist.
winter sky
over thy head
The Brook that babbles
This brook and its natural surroundings are a welcome respite most city folk desperately seek these stressful days. We often forget that it is the simple things in life that afford us the greatest rest and pleasure.
FOREST HUSH.
Coolness of a forest, sheltered from sun and giving solitude......for those wanting to replenish soul.....with nature's gift.
GIFTS FROM NATURE....
Some say it's...finding themselves.....and accepting it.....
Hunters
A snowy owl in mid Missouri! Not something one sees every day...
finer things
squeezing Charmin... definitely filed under "nature"
Jellyfish
Saw some red jellyfish during a run down the beach...
no title (waterfall challenge)
stone eyes weep words on lips which never sleep golden key to secrets keep as water through the mind away your troubles sweep
Gods slice of Heaven...
this poem is about a beach called Wai-nui-o-toto (new chums beach), on the Coromandel, New Zealand. developers want to develope it, activists want to save it, and locals will share till the end of time... cause at the end of time, those who seeked to destroy it will lay for ever in unrest, those who fought to save it will be remebered. and we as locals will die to keep that that is important to us free from ones greed... it is one of the last untouched natural wonders left on the Coromandel, it should be left alone for all to share, not just for the few who want it for them selves... sound familiar?? its happening world wide, wake up people... enjoy.
Rainforest
I used to be a vegetarian. I don't have a clue what type of poem it is. I am just a poet.
My Alpine Meadow
Sometimes we need to feel a connection to a sense of place and time.
Self Prayer
Let me know myself. I am lost in whirling time in swirling circumstance. Things are so powerful! Draining...demanding:dictating. Let me step back to primitive, to nudity, to natural wisdom; breathe deeply to know the freedom of being h
Ode to ice
She was a slippery frozen mermaid Just sitting there on a mossy rock at the edge of the creek She was so relaxed and unafraid And I again I searched and found what I did not seek She was with me for just a while Oh, but how she made me smile
I need solid of Earth
I need the solid of earth earth that is familiar to my soul I need paths paths to walk within the quiet of lush green grass I need beauty the beauty of nature following its course unfettered I need season upon season weather to weather adaptat
SEASONAL CHANGES.
Even Covid can't put spring on hold......
Chitter-Chatter
Last of New England’s fall days. Leaves have almost completely dropped and the sun is now low in the sky.
voice of soul
when nature wants to embrace you and even angels cant trace you. when you want to be alone to sing with the life's tone. and you hear a sound coming from no where which led you to feel the comfort and peace near.. that sudden change in st
Rainy Day
The rain fell relentlessly falling down in curtains blocking things from view cloaking the world in mist Trees with near streams running of their leaves silvery puddles forming joining together with others An incessant sound of drips dru
>>>>>> What Is In the Earth>>>>>>>
How the world turns in a second
The bear sleeps
Controlling the beast within.
COMMUNING WITH NATURE
I enjoyed taking some time off life's busy schedule to enjoy nature, it was well worth it, just thought I would share for those who for one reason or another are unable to have the opportunity.
Storm at Sea
life's battles
Let the Planet Fly
My hope for the future, that when we reach the crunch point, we as humanity will make the choice to grow in soul and wisdom, instead of mind and comfort. A hope that we will learn to grow with the planet, be one with life, rather then try to fit shifting insubstantial social status's.
A cool summer day
I wrote this along time ago, sitting on the floor in the room. I saw the curtins lightly sway and caught the smell of rain on the breeze. It was evening about 5 pm, and the whole day was hot.
(The Rain)
Herein this water hit the asphalt warm. and refreshing at the same time smelling good just like you got out of the shower. steam all over you making it last and so touching. it once is the fog is hot and cold smooth is the breeze. lacking or hits my
Amber Red
I wrote this after alot of contemplating on my observations of watching people talk to one another and to me... And after noticing patterns in those that cannot keep their composure, faces flushing, it made me contemplate what makes our faces flush one second and become natural the next, and I came up with three reasons for our faces to become flushed, 1) embarassment, 2) anger(that's more in the forhead), and 3) lieing. When we're over hot we flush as well, though it's constant until we cool off, not there one second and gone the next. Anyways that is what my poem is about, the rest you can figure out.
ocean view
Standing on the edge of an ocean looking out to sea Feel the wind on my face today like before on a beach called yesterday Drink in the splendour warm to the view distant horizon long and blue Ocean you call me to come to you in
Sun
I just don't like staying within convention
Void
Once a month, the reminder of emptiness so that you are tuned to your body’s harp strings, strung out on the harpsichord of all your nerves & hammered bloody blue as the crushed fingers of the pianist beaten by her jealous lover. Who was
dead of summer
The dead of summer in Saudi Arabia can be boring. Inspired by the book Eunoia by Christian Bok.
ESCAPING THOUGHTS....
Hokianga Harbour....
Wonders of Plants
My niece has to submit a poem to her class.