Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

The heart of man is very much like the sea.

It has its storms.
It has its tides.

And in its depth it has its pearls too.

Tiny birds eggs, speckled-opaque
Australian opals, natural gems make
Golden honey to sticky toffee, glows
Gum-topaz, as sun worshippers know

Beauty unique, nature develops-grows
Like glistening white, flakes of snow
Ice, diamonds and crystal shine
Gold-rosy hues, the sunset signs

Some see beauty, in thunder skies
Shaking heavens, as a giants sighs
Followed by rainbows, giver of hope
Natural ways, that help us cope

Some like peaceful country scenes
Others seek ocean, supreme and serene
Or head for bright lights, city sounds
Searching their peace, wherever found

Experience from life, pleases their soul
Seeking within, to make themselves whole
No real rules, can make that special day
You find your path, to find your own way......

Thoughts get lost, in a sky of navy blue
One searches with care, seeking a clue
As stars twinkle, so bright and so high
In depth and beauty, of a night time sky

Escaping thoughts fly, as small shiny lights
Reflecting on still waters, as flashes of white
Waves crash and creep, upon a silent shore
Vacuum felt in a moonless night, chilly and raw

Dark clouds travel with great haste, eager to go
Out of sight and reach, as if escaping hidden foe
Allowing the moon's glow and presence, to be seen
Night can then finally be mystic, silent and serene ......

There's nothing like a swirling sea
Rough-energetic, turmoil to see
Wind adds drama, to coastal scene
Far across the harbour, cool green

Shoreline to hills, a natural frame
Contrasting scene, vibrant not tame
Swooping seabirds, haunting eerie sound
Feeling of being isolated, on rocky ground

Noisy moments pass, in erratic rush
Swamped by sea-spray, soak not crush
Nature enhanced, negative turmoil
Released thoughts, mind uncoils

In time nature can heal, once again
Splatter of spray, releases pain
To carefully walk, away in peace
Mixed emotions fade, as trauma cease......

Nature a healer, after exposure to sea
Watching movement, as wind blows free
Rough raw beauty, nature acts as host
As evening closes in, grey becomes a ghost

when he whistles
in bright notes
carried on the wind
down into the valleys
the distant dogs
howl
so he rocks
as an effigy
billowed before
the flames
then laughing
at his own shadow
in rolling cadences
such spirited mirth
lain in the grasses
with folded hands
For am I not
shackled to the sky
he calls
as an eagle to its nest
yet 'tis where I rest
between the peaks

Erratic weather patterns, warn us of spring
New buds burst, as falling raindrops sing
Followed quickly by sunshine, so bright
Dawn comes early, flooding a sky with light

From whipping winds, trees are stirred awake
Brown twigs and branches, green clad make
A cheerful change, knowing they'll be dressed
In leaves and blossom, their beauty caressed

A warming sun, becomes a heater for the soil
Four seasons every year, proof nature is loyal
Soon newborn creatures, will welcome each day
As colour lifts a scene, turning dull winter... gay

Each day as changes, more apparent become
We welcome a new season, and warming sun
Springtime herald, for the long summer ahead
Waking in dawn light, young children go to bed

With curtains closed tightly, to block out light
Or they will be restless, and want to take flight
Staying outside longer, to enjoy longer days
Sleep is important, time tomorrow will allow play.

Thoughts turn to beach walks, with family and friends
Bar-B-Que and bare feet, carefree bike rides send
Whether rural or city life, all ages are eager to share
For seasonal changes, indifference is certainly rare.....

Fog fills my valley
With empty chills
No searching eyes
Nor raptors calls
Quiet is perched
On branch so still
Waiting out silence
On ground below
Drab yellow orb dull
Cast only eerie glows
With no place to go
Moving rivers slows
Earthly sleep bestows

Winter is right around the corner
Sunny days are waning into gloom
As the daylight time grows shorter
The flowers start to no longer bloom

September is the beginning of Fall
Shorter days and cool crisp nights
Then the familiar fall bird calls
As they gather for their southern flight

Time to hang out the feeders for those who stay
The hot humid air becomes a cool autumn breeze
As squirrels hide their nuts for a cold winter’s day
Trees start to get their bright coats of colored leaves

Time to say goodby to summer and our visitors
As they leave us for fairer weather
Time to welcome back the faces of winter
Who come with the wind that is so bitter

Blue Jays, Titmice, Morning Doves and Chickadees
Who brighten up the gloomy winter days
Each with their individual personalities
Making one feel more happy and gay

When my lips touch your skin and my hands roam your body,
I will dive into the deepest desires of your soul and you will feel, within you, all my love.
We will then be one person. You will see that all our fantasies will gain wings and lead us to a universe of our own, and, like colliding comets, we will find ourselves ecstatic in extreme pleasure.
At that moment, the silence for fractions of a second will be absolute, being only broken by moans and softly whispered words, and our bodies, like river springs, drenched in sweat, will slide gently on the sheets, in movements of caresses and complicity. At that moment I will kiss you with all the intensity of my being and, looking into your eyes, I will say I LOVE YOU!

WINTER ROSE
a/k/a Christmas Rose (Helleborus)

Trees of the forest tall and proud
Standing bare in winter’s white shroud
Angel wings made of diamond frost
Until covered by a new blanket and lost

The forest quiet in long winter’s sleep
Only echoing once in a while a bird’s peep
Peace and tranquility here is abound
For the beautiful white blanket covers all sound

All inhabitants are sound asleep
As the moon shines down the white deep
Showing endless sparkling diamond dust
Of the cold frozen forest white crust

Suddenly a moon beam appeared to kiss
A lonely Winter Rose peeking through a drift
It’s creamy pink face the only color in sight
On this very cold crisp winter’s night