Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Touch your face.
Eyes are making love.
With a mind of their own.
Fingers glide to your lips
Limp, they ever so lightly,
Brush that full pouting lower lip.
Relaxed, it moves like
A Force come over it.
So light, all you could feel
Was your lip moving.
easy. slow.
when its over, it recoils back
To where it was.

You dont know if these
Seconds
Are minutes.

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Half moon shape, edged gold
Aqua blue, a sky so bold
Returning tide, a picture makes
On ocean bay, fresh waves break

Peace engulfs, where seagulls fly
Blue the sea, reflects the sky
Summers morning, wait's there
Gift of nature, to compare

Wait footsteps, to break sand
Of coastal beauty, beach land
Stretching far, as eyes can see
One with nature, lifelong key

Wake slowly, to be adored
Solitude waits, following shore
Echo calls, from swooping birds
Nature's buzz, only heard....

In cotton-wool, morning muffled
Living plants-trees, left tussled
After days of wind, erratic rain
Sunshine hope, for weather tame

Towns felt power, fast water
Healing time, nothing falter
Rain ceased, allows sun to dry
Dry-out, water crept high

Mottled sky, stormy grey-shiny blue
White fluffy cloud, pass on cue
Ground soggy, mud will squelch
Warning... nature needs help.

Time-sun heals, storm passed
Wind died, breeze to dance
Bring hope, for short time lost
Many suffered, nature's cost

It'll return, know not when
Blamed,the actions of men
Life goes on, humans learn
Earth needs help, or watch it burn

Leaves drop, from branch to ground
Only wind, makes a sound
Winter, a season soon to pass
Certainly not linger, reach spring fast

Accept puddles, below grey dull skies
Constant rainfall, plant colours die
Leaves collect, in drains-hidden corners
No longer green, sunshine mourners

Fade summer tans, under heavy clothes
Dressing for weather, climate-change-pose
Aware of winter, chilly-dreary-wet
Thoughts cling to warm times, never forget

Waiting spring, promise of sun
Shedding thick clothing, as thoughts run
Ahead of nature, when warming soil
Heralds sunny days, use of tanning oil

Dreams of spring, draw us towards time
Life seems perfect, weather fine
Remember autumn, coloured rust
Harvest beauty, produce to trust

Waiting buds, blossoms that leads
Daily bright colours, season feeds
Time of regeneration, bringing life
Winter's gift, years-quarter-slice

I woke up from a dream and found a nightmare.
It's dark out but the birds are singing like everything is fine.
Will I ever sleep again? or will rats continue traveling my veins?
The tarot may tell, if I turn the cards over, or I can toss them into the fire. Why would I want to know?
The birds are singing.

Blood red, night sky tonight
Separates slate blue, grey-white
This is twilight, sun burns out
Heaven unsure, seems in doubt

Whether wanting, fade to night
Or fighting, still burning bright
Mirrored fury, temper of nature
Like a volcano, smouldering crater

Fight time over, light hides
As new dawn, hovers to ride
After darkness, a sleeping night
Warning sun, ready for flight

Climb high, wake the earth
Another day, from morning birth
Completing cycles, twilight ends
Daily rotation, heaven sends

Makes sky, turn to scarlet night
Explosive fury, climate's right
Seasonal patterns, beauty of sorts
Powerful on water, reflection caught

Makes ocean, cauldron on boil
Fire-ball-energy, above soil
Sea, mirror dark shimmer
Power Halo, dark its dimmer

Rapid colour change, of nature
From calm towards, danger
Pastels to fire brand, in sky
Until darkness, when sun dies

Rest will engulf, when greying of night
Shakes heavens, towards black from light
Until stars and the moon. come to call
Peace takes control, as darkness falls