Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Deep down in the blue sky
Like pebbles on the ocean floor
They lie submerged till dark comes...
Stars unseen in the light of day.
You can't see them,still they're there.
Even things not seen are there.

Petals drop and withered dandelions
Hidden in cracks between roof tiles
Wait silently for spring to come...
Their strong roots unseen.
You can't see them,still they're there.
Even things not seen are there.



"Ready or not here I come."
; )

Chiselled by nature from volcanic rock
Where land mests the Sea
She yawns at old Poseidon
in a picture I cannot be.
But I know of the secrets she holds,
Buried treasure and smugglers deeds
And a place I could lay my head
On a cloth of golden fleece.
Then the sea crashes in kissing her floor,
While I dream of Atlantis and stoving Whales.

To behold the chest:-)
Of hairy man
His flesh ripped and toned
With strengh of ten
Legs bulging

His iron grip
Buttocks hard and clenched
Tinny trunks hide what's not to see
He massages tones his body

His daily routine
Hours and hours
In the gym
To show those perfect byceps

Woman go week in the knees
To sample his body and hidden beneath
To kiss his lips to smell his demour
For want to sleep with him

what's enlightenment?

just seeing the same old things

in a brand new way

Magical Hummingbird
On winged endless flight
Blown in on soft wind
Flutters into morning light
A welcome familiar friend
Nuzzles bright red bloom
Then darts off again
Flower to flower resumes
In feathered costumes
Colors to delight
So sweet a tiny sight
In window bright
As nectar sipped
Tongue gently dipped
Smiles excite
To vivid delight
Heart beating fast
Humming wings
Softly sings
Flies away
In morning dew
Day still new
Returns
Begins
To sip
Again

Winter Treasures


In winter when the trees are sound asleep
And the skies are queenly blue and clear
I walk, not minding where I tread
To lose myself in nature’s treasury.

I wade through soft beds of lustrous snow
And watch the twinkling ice and frosty gold,
Crystal flakes and fluffy crests in white
Charm my eyes and wake my soul’s delight.

A milllion, million gleaming rainbow stars
Seem blinking on the snowy ground
A million, million glorious pearls and gems
Are squeking under my light step.

There is a magic spell in a chilly day like this
The wind’s breath froze to death in pure bliss
And from the gilded, dazzling plain around
Comes no movement and no sound.

I’m far away from home now, must return
Before the Sun ends his majestic sojourn
I made friends with the trees and the frozen lake
Yet, so far from mankind
a frosty pang of loneliness I felt.

I LOVE TAKING STROLLS
IN THE SOFT MOONLIGHT,
WHEN THE MOON IS FULL
AND THE STARS ARE BRIGHT;
ON A COOL SUMMER NIGHT
WHEN YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE,
AS IT BLOWS TO AND FRO
PLAYING TAG WITH THE TREES;

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WHISPERING WILLOWS
AROMATIC PINES,
AND HONEYSUCKERS SMELLING SO SWEET,
HUMMING AS I GO
DANCING THROUGH THE MEADOW
AS THE WILD FLOWERS TICKLE MY FEET
THE CLOUDS ARE GETTING DARK,
I BELIEVE IT'S GOING TO STORM,
I CAN SEE THE LIGHTENING FLASHING
SO I MUST MAKE MY WAY BACK HOME!

Song of the Elm

Standing tall next to brothers Ash and Birch
we feel as guardians of this silent church.
Soldiers of the land, watchers of the hills.
From tip of limb to tip of limb
our arms encircle valley low,
swaying in rhythm to river's flow.
Purple mountains undulate across the land
seducing a love affair with man.
The river's song is our lullaby.
And in the stillness of the night,
as the moon hangs her luminous smile over our charge,
our limbs that touch from tip to tip,
encircleing all that lies below,
embrace the tightening grip stick
waiting for the reaper: Man.

A November Conversation

"Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail,

somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a

crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows.

And with a gust of wind, four limbs, a palm, brush across what seems

to be an ear.

Do you hear the crackle of the upcoming ice or the moaning of a pack

of wolves along a distant timber trail?

You hold no shelter now for your winged friends. Does this make you lonely?

No squirrel now to tickle your back, that scratch that makes you laugh

and shakes your leaves without a single breeze.

And that melody you sing, with your gold coin leaves as they shimmer

from Autumn's breeze, is silent now.

Soon I will see your coat, white, with sleeves of ice.

And I, shivering in the sleet, with skins to keep me warm, will wonder

as you do not make a sound

with your bare feet on the ground.

We speak of these November things, you and I, as each year

rolls around.

You learn of my attention to your roll upon this earth.

And I learn, of all the seasons,

November breeds your worth.

It's weird how
Shiny silver raindrops fall
from black clouds.

It's weird how
Silkworms turn white
when they eat green mulberry leaves.

It's weird how
Moonflowers open at dusk
without a poke from anyone.

It's weird how
People I ask laugh and sky,
"Nothing strange in that."




It's Weird
Beauty is nature's fact : )