Most Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

birthed growing a new seasons creation
scattered yellow on this pollen nation

the arc of stretched out spring days
brings joyful growth and attitude craze

a sneeze, a tear, a cough of throat
a springtime exuberant sign and note

of children shouting, running the lawn
barefooted forgetting winter just gone

the mowers spurt and sputter anew
grass blades sound a whistling debut

seeds and bulbs and pods of green
a splendid springtime kind of thing

we all slept to spring equinox rebirth
to share another heavenly season on earth

© agoodguy2have 2010-04-09

I will be dancing in the wind laughing like a child.
Not knowing when last I felt this wild.
I don't want to drink I don't want to talk.
Don't want to think don't bother me at all.
It feels good to just let go.
No cares in the world.
Just me and the wind.

Darkness comes and day light goes.
Its been to long since I danced in the wind.
Life's not fair but now it is my turn.
So I'll just be dancing in the wind. Laughing like a child.
It feels good to act this wild.
Stars all around and the moons a glow.
I'm at peace and the feeling shows.

He squints his eye and looks past his thumb
toward the sun and his space all around.
"The westerly’s are high and solar winds rising
by my reckoning we'll be to our port
of call by the time we exhaust the goods".

The pirate of a man has pegged it purty good
knowin' his mates and life's oceans better'n most.
He signed on fer the long haul an knows he kin
deliver the wares to the destination intact.
Barring mutiny or murder, or both,...happens.

We make sail 'round squalls on our horizon
and splash our way, glass in hand, islands
distant on either side, through warm and
dangerous waters below the safety of hull.

In our hold are the hearts of many, though
this is no ship of slaves, stacked to end.
We sail on today dreaming of tomorrow
like bed of rock we stand together, bedecked
with jeweled wisdom, and utterances of hope.

Our galley is food for thought, more than keg,
we feast atop the oceans of possibility
and toast to the good fortune of each other.
Hardtack, for the rainy days when hot repast
seems a memory; but, otherwise a feasting table.

Port o' call, rises to greet us as we
plank to our land-legs and foreign views.
This world is a wide and fascinating place
beholdings unknown 'til witnessed firsthand.
Soon we cast off again toward our ocean's ends.

We make sail 'round tempests to our skyline
and wave our way, hand to hand, distant
islands on either side, through cool and
dangerous waters below, endless skies above.

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-28

"Have you ever spread your arms out wide, with your eyes closed and imagined you were flying high...the freedom it brings with just the sky for company, your imaginary wings sponging through the clouds like a soft, sweet playing symphany"

"Soaring way up high, leaving you troubles behind, not a care in the world, just you, the blue sky, and the hazy sunshine entwined"

"To be able to lay floating on a soft white cloud, with your arms folded back and hands tucked behind your head, a serene smile across your face, trouble free and with everything making sense, this tonight you say will be my bed, this is where i'll rest and lay my head"

"What a glorious feeling suspended in mid air, the luxury to spread your wings, there's no feeling like it, it's peace and purity, the innocence of nature's air"

"So close your eyes when you need to escape, float and fly, whenever the need takes you, spread your wings, let them not be clipped, soar high and mighty, choose your cloud and rest your wonderful, weary head"

The sheep are lambing
and snowdrops flower
spring is in the air
and early morning dew is moist in my hair

the march hares leap
running wild and free
the old oak tree stands
looking full of glee
its young new branches reaching out
as if to touch me

i'm like an angel in eden
the skys so clear and blue
i thought of you when i was on the hill
ill take you there another time
for its such a perfect way
to spend such a perfect day
in spring on a hill far away.

That dark black bird
All stolid attitude
Perhaps indifferent
Or simply composed
Knowing what is worth his while
Casually disperses on the threat
Of less elegant, fluttering birds
Who are more nuisance than danger-
Both lifts and alights
On bended wing

A crow,
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.

O beautiful Green,
with rare sites so inviting,
one day I will see

He shone his strength of light
with weary feet he stole the night

To hasten to ones call

howls of beauty throughout the dawn
captured, to her radiant scorn

Of pity and sadness
she had broke her silence

To bloom among the dunes
to shelter, held within the caves

No tidal seas bring my love

what love calls out and yet enslaved

My naked feet came home to dance
washing tides a caressing chance

When silence veiled
I halted for only a moment

of scardeness within me

Cruel times were just lent

What was I seeking
where does this soul of mine

destine me

or does it at all?

Falling rain
a cleansing quiver

washing nothing
yet streams of shiver

My eyes so misted
but colors so full

My heart pumped out
grasping breath

No penny the toll

Looking into the wake

I then saw my soul

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Higher, upwards pure notes flute
Into the vastness sweetness transmute
From tiny, throbbing, delicate throat
Crystal, soprano tuned in note
What wisdom whispers just how to sing,
Can you sense this soul joy you bring?
Streams of sound from a tiniest beak
I am dazed by the infinite power of the meek.