Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Spring has returned

The sunsets and cool winds

with warm sun filled days

I've returned and am tired now

and I will rest on the bare branches

The sounds and singing in the early day

are music to my ears

The colors will soon be here

and my wings will float in the blue sky

as I wait for warmer air

Soon I will be busy building my nest

waiting for my young to appear

Its nice to return to the places I've known

So good to be home its been a long journey

I will close my eyes until daylight is here

To exist, a living thing must be born
Whether animal, plant or some other
This marks the initial stage it builds on
And heralds its life that follows after

After its birth, there is the growth process
Which requires adequate nutrition
In this vital stage, there must be success
In order to attain maturation

A living thing in full maturity
Displays its species characteristics
These serve to define its identity
In testimony of its uniqueness

Living things are programmed internally
To keep their species continuation
To make this action a reality
They engage in acts of reproduction

Living things cannot live eternally
The process of decay cannot be stopped
Bodies that once were quite firm and healthy
With time they become shriveled and dried up

The action of decay is precursor
That signals the final stage which is death
For living organisms wherever
This occurs when they take their final breath

You may see him standing,
In the white glare of the Sunlight,
On wind-blasted panes of ice;-

A Winters' Sea compressed,
To float across the salty emptyness.

Now the Bear stands as a symbol;-
As solar light returns to white;-

Above a lattice artifice,
A crazed and crumbling edifice;-
The ice floes crashing to the sea,
From all the melting glaciers.


© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

Around the lake edge, a circle to walk
Some with a friend, laugh and talk
Others like solitude, adsorbing the scene
Lake sparkling blue, surrounded by green

Little rest areas, signposted to assist
Those taking a break, some will resist
Refreshing bodies, taking in the view
Smiling at strangers, acknowledged on cue

A track not a footpath, allows all to walk
Or cycle if careful, where high above a hawk
Swoops-floats, enjoys being alive and free
Above a nature reserve, dotted by trees

Boats skim water, hired for a short time
Whether fishing or sailing, on a day so fine
Families or solo can relax, recharge in fresh air
Sharing nature's beauty, with other who care.

A gift not packaged, by shiny baubles- bows
Just nature's flowers, seasonal wind will sow
Rubbish bins-warnings, remind not to leave
Making others waste time, when collect-retrieve......

Yesterday after the snow fell
The sun came out
Late in the afternoon glow
Shined onto my face
Weathered by time
Reddened by cold
Stared blankly back
Happy to feel your presence
I will watch as you circle
All around the horizon
I will watch where you rise
Remembering such times
From many years ago
Remembering in each season
When the shadows pointed
The same way all in a row
I will watch as you set
And remember which tree
On the distance shoreline
That you torched on fire
The way you did yesterday

Delicate merge, of pinks and blues
over a sky, with beautiful rosy hues
As a baby's quilt, gentle pastels fade
Awe inspiring moments, nature made

As night-time eases, to overtake
Day time, as the sunshine makes,
Hasty retreat, allowing the night
To take its place, dark from bright

Gentle shades, must soon disappear
Spring twilight, in peace without fear
Preparing all, for the summer to come
Time for cooler nights, from summer... run....

Ancient the trees,
trails like river,
meander through.

As my heart beats
so does the kestrel,
fly and free.

And under the oldest tree,
do I sit, stare and dream.
Scents of oak,
pine and cone.
Eternal afternoons.

Groves of green,
does the deer stir.
The olde oak,
remembers and weeps

Sisters birch
and fern recall.
Laments of those
that past untold.

My name in time,
scripted and eternal.
Return to me, for
Sherwood am I.

It’s All in How You Look At Things

Deep pink
covering all
saturated
clinging together
in your wetness
a glimpse at what was
a precursor of what will be
a blessing
the sign of a new beginning
the promise of tomorrow –
yet, your final going
washed down
by heavy waters
is an ending
something lost forever
Death.


Deep pink
covering all
saturated
clinging together
in your wetness
a glimpse at what was
your final going
washed down
by heavy waters
is an ending
something lost forever –
yet, a precursor of what will be
a blessing
the sign of a new beginning
the promise of tomorrow
Life.

fledgling sits on the edge of a branch
afraid to give itself a chance
to drop gravely into the air
steal away to take the dare

the branch is slowly swaying
while the fledgling is weighing
the pros and cons and more besides
in an updraft above a raptor glides

gripping with tight apprehension
fledgling wants to avoid attention
of the ripping forces winged about
fear makes him full with self doubt

trying to muster courage to wing
and finally cut it's apron string
the inexperienced youth headlong rises
to winged adventures and new surprises

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-21

She sails in beauty 'cross the seas,
Her flags so oft' misread.
At times a jib just barely furled,
At others all sheets spread.

She may hoist Jolly Rogers when,
The winds turn cold and bite.
Or fly a flag of peace and love,
When blossoms scent the night.

Though tempests howl and split the seas,
She rides upon the crests.
Crashing through in jagged troughs,
As she pursues her quest.

And when the harbor's loving arms,
Reach out at voyage end,
She sails serenly to her berth,
Horizon's only friend.

She plies the reefs in search of prey,
As nets, her limpid eyes.
No heart is safe among the stars,
When Luna stalks the skies.