Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

As
the
moon
Breaks
through a
cloudy skys,
bringing ghostly
shapes around our
eyes, as the warmth of
this summer nights breeze
rustles gently through the trees. Through scattered clouds the heavens shimmer
as numerous diamonds begin to glimmer. A garment of lace stretched from
shore to shore, a map of the heaven that we begin to explore.
A telescope sat upon the deck, scans the heavens charting
every speck. Constalations seen passed Orions belt
looking to where only gods have dwelt.
Then gazing upon Saturns rings,
oh what wonders this contraption
brings. As with the lens that we gaze
through, an arrangement of mirrors give
us a perfect view. And as the sun begins
to rise, we loose _________ the darkness before
our eye. And wait _______________ again for another
day, to once ___________________________ more see this
grand __________________________________________ display

Slow reaching upward
Sun caressing climaxing.
Head stretching yearning.

Human nature swings its course

I still plowed... so deeply to the core

Must I shut this down
will it remove this ache

For my blinded eyes,
for whom may to take

I am not making breath
......until tomorrow

When that shall be....
......surely then
I am awakening from sorrow

Crafted nests hanging out in the basement

So many memories
carefully placed

With spheres of life
so simply laced

They lay so silent
curled one upon one

Not daring to ask

Did "I" beg me.....
to come?

The dawning of the chorus
I awaken with birds of song

Whose hands and soul creating?

yes.......what I have longed

I am weaved to an intricate passage

Tomorrow has come upon me

one beckoning.......... from yesterday
a sparkling light

A place for many
one only knows my (f)plight

Sometimes, not you and me

A swirling maize
of rainbow and sun

Boldly interacting

the process would come

What is my night

equally is your day

My soul cries out
for a magical sway

For all to align
within natures tune we hear

Just maybe...................

...........Humbly............

We are already here

Three casts, three fish, now that's some fun,
Our supper caught at dawn,
Before the blazing summer sun,
Has come to beat upon.

It's my first time for fishing here,
This farmer's pond so clean.
The grass is lush, the sky is clear,
Ah, what a perfect scene.

But there are rules, this pond is his,
Attention I must pay.
So I head home, 'cause limit is,
Just three fish ev'ry day.

Three casts, three fish, I tell you true.
A fisherman I am.
You think that I would lie to you?
I'll prove it with my cam.

A child, I look up into the dark, black sky
and I see stars, great big balls of flame
and wonder why, Why can't I traverse that sky?
Why not I?

Now I no longer peer into the great unknown,
too much confort here within my zone,
I fumble and plod across the earth, kicking dust
and still wondering, if I dare to look above,
what will become of my dreams, will they splinter and shatter upon,
the very reality that has become, my life, my circumstance,
my being, my fibre, my soul...

I shall no longer be afraid to stare upon the nightly dazzling glare,
of those exquisite samples of creation, burning bright without ambition,
yet energised explosions thrown into the cosmos, caution to the solar winds is thrown,
and here I stand upon this earth staring back up into the unknown.

The house sits mid the greenery,
Protecting from the heat.
A garden growing in the yard,
Fresh veggies soon to eat.

Thie sleepy little town is just,
A wide spot in the street.
Five hundred souls or maybe less,
Dwell in this quiet retreat.

Indian Creek across the road,
Runs pure and clear and sweet,
And flows on through the valley floor,
Elk River for to meet.

The bluffs so high and beautiful,
Climb up the valley walls.
Carved out over centruies as,
The river floods and falls.

There's caves just right for crawling through,
And forests deep and tall.
The people here are friendly too,
They'll smile and wave at y'all.

I came here to escape the life,
That had me in its thrall.
But now I've found I love this place,
May never leave at all.

the world that I used to inhabit
I think that I shall miss it
what manner of god would wish this
and offer all manner of luxury
then turn as that of a sheet
forcing caesar's ghost to take a seat
I had no sooner swallowed bait, then taken mad
...to question god
...to explore the universe
...to examine poetry through a fine tooth comb
..to find an exit
capsized, to swim in my life's blood
banished, merely to drain
finally, left only to vanish again into the sunset
leaving only a stain by my name...

Polynesian god of fertility, Tane
left lofty perch for earth as deign
gathered his subjects and did thus ordain
"we must sing to the heavens in sweet refrain"
"in hope for a blessing of desperate rain"
drought had plagued their grasses hain
fields now barren of vital grain
no bounty to fill and haul in wain
all earthly efforts done in vain
peasantry used all their strength to constrain
that human trait, the urge to complain
but was only hopeless, to hope to restrain
the crying out of voices in pain
man's limitations, Tane would not feign
on such parched, sad soil, could not remain
under dire circumstances, continued urbane
he returned on high to forever reign

in the first garden arose such pain
from Eve to Adam, to Abel from Cain
"sacrifice a lamb", God said, for to gain
in jealous rage, little brother was slain
his brother's keeper, Eden's bane
heaven's tears, earth's stain
cast out to roam upon the plain
and never a blessing from God obtain

there's a river in France, they call the Seine
fishermen fish for their fish with their seine
if their catch is poor, their spirit's wane
for soon hunger pangs drive them inane
they begin acting wildly insane
could wish clear thinking for their brain
since they and the fish are not to twain
go visit a diner and order chow mein

did you see the movie "Citizen Kane?"
or "Tarzan", brushing a lion's mane?
"Rosebud", the antithesis of Kane's vain
as "Boy" was the fruit of time lain with Jane
while Charles Foster would travel by train or by plane
would swing, "Lord of the Jungle," on a vinelike chain

to see a giant crane
clear a city street main
so that the water will drain,
or enjoy the image of a whooping crane
or a weather vane
along a country lane,
it's all in the same vein
you're really quite sane
be you Netherlands dane
or in Madrid Spain
for these visions you rein
cannot cause eye strain

I hope....

The diggers dug deep
Into the heap
That was once upon a time
An opencast
coal mine.

Pathways carved around
Two large mounds
And curved around the middle
It was a fiddle.

The sculpture now seen
of the
Northern
Earth women

A beautiful concept
To hide
The ugliness
Of open coal
Blasting

orange embered sky fixated upon sweet harvest moon, fluent fall wind echoe's gossip filled leaves, through tha air cross ground they've let their tree go, chatter away in blown piles some stay some blow, yellows red oxide rust green brown silver orange, colage 3d form some are cup shape some get edge worn, wind spun cross lakes an atop river's crick's an stream, rudder'd stem in rigor form tells it's tale as now fall's once again ~