Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

I stumbled across a bay today
Hidden but not that far away
A mirrored tide lapped its shore
Upon cockle and shells galore
Children frolicked within its charm
Sending ripples amidst the calm
Pohutukawa's loomed with shade
While foreshore owners had it made
For not far out a little way
A Frenchman's cap was on display
Carved out of rock and ancient time
Low tide vision it was sublime
Thirty metres high or maybe more
A pinnacle of nature to adore
Gracing the bay with all it's might
Matakatia a welcoming sight.........

Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle

Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain

The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers

The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall

So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling

stars bright
Twinkle
In the nite
Distant
They shine bright in the nite sky

Covered by blue water,
Calm no turbulent,
As far as eyes could see,
Only water in sight,
Vast stretches end to end,
With all its depth,
And all sea creatures.
When the storm arrives,
As far as eye could see,
Only high waves,
Roll and swept,
All the existing creatures around you,
Showing no forgiveness and mercy,
Enjoyable in peaceful time,
But destroy when nature is volatile.

If only I could see and be as natural
as a tiger.

As tactful as a praying mantis

Loving as a lioness to her cubs.

as communal as bees in a hive

How natural instincts in animals
is unwarped by progress.

How I strive to be like that

As articulate and luring as the Golden Gower bird

We surrounded in beauty how be much better

be one with that.

The hunter set off just before the gloaming
adjusting the straps of his high powered rifle
it was a long way to where the stag usually fed
a majestic stag sprouting twelve point antlers

Climbing high up the rugged mountain side
he trekked fast covering the many miles
at last he was where the stag usually fed
casting around for signs of his tracks

Finding them he started stalking his prey
up hill and down dale he carefully followed
until at last he could see him way up ahead
taking care to keep down wind he got close

Now about one hundred yards apart, he settled
nestling into the thick bracken patiently waiting
The stag climbed onto his favourite outlook
and stood there poised as the gloaming lit the sky

Truly a wondrous sight he was in full prime
the hunter sighed as he took steady aim
then with a click it was finally time to shoot
the stag hearing the sound took to his heels

The hunted checked his camera, yes he had him
a perfect picture well satisfied he packed up
this one picture had taken days of trailing him
now he was forever captured in magnificent splendour

Peaceful calm waters
Mistreated and defiled
World is not trash can


~ JJF ~

A tugboat whistles
Early morning dolphins play
A new day begins

~ JJF ~

~Morning arrived as it did other days, yet this one was different, as my feet stuck out the end, yes the end of the blankets that covered my head, while my arms were in fold with that pillow of foam, I reached down below for that good morning stretch, muscles that read on that richter scaled graph, a slice of the sun moved through the drapes, hands to the wall face looking up, sigh of relief and a barking loud laugh, sleep from the eyes on that facecloth they lay, now that mug topped with steam pleasured the sight, cat doin laps round the left foot then right,

Then the day of the riot had now simply begun

My face cut the breeze like a hair splitting knife, that water ahead made adrenaline flow, paddle in hand bringing sweat to my brow, in the distance that melt yes, that's where it begins, the reason that's why this moments afloat, bow's in full slap as forearms in wipe, trouble ahead peripheral sight, that smile that starts when you first kneel down, knowing the water as you feel it below

That,
white waters no friend,
nor the rocks in the wall
the ones in the river
some were set
some did fall
from the top of both sides
and all the way down
the best part of all
they'd made not a sound

as

Adrenaline of love's, against all the odds~


~Bentlee~

fog laden valleys blanket my thoughts
as distant mountains stand serene
it's been awhile since i passed this way
and prettier than it's ever been
patchwork canefields lay in waiting
for the harvester to reap their tare
as magpie geese forage the roadside
working hard to get their share
the morning sun greets the fog
to paint colours in the day
while drifting high in the sky
falcons scour diligently for their prey
recent rains have left the farms
green as green can be
and i hope i pass this way again
to once again appreciate what i see....