Last Commented Nature Poems (1,977)

Snow drifting
half the road full.
Wind blowing as if
taking your breathe
away.on the road
car pulling to one
side.
Trying
to stay on the road.
Bitter cold
laying on my face
as if icicles are
growing.
covering up
layered so that your
coat barely closes.
Heat inside
freezing outside.
just a few more feet.
One step forward
wind pushing back
until eventually
you are there.

Sitting here quietly watching the rain fall,
watching the drops form on my window pane,
so many memories from my mind I can recall,
some happy and many filled with so much pain,

The wind blows softly and raindrops meander,
sun shines then it dulls with the clouds,
smiling happily as I get my spirits to clamber,
one thing about rain it disperses the crowds,

Each drop falls to the ground unabated,
nourishing the earth to start new life,
life in itself is not rarely rated,
so much trouble and too much strife,

Gently the rain it keeps falling,
the clouds as well keep strolling,
smile to oneself and stop your stalling,
friends say get yourself together, try bowling,

But you wonder why you get the tears,
look at those drops giving life,
get over the problems and your fears,
soon be dark and then you have the moonlight,

The rain itself washes away all,
including your own self doubt,
so sit and watch it fall,
soon it will be warm and sunny you shout,

The call of nature

The call of nature
Birds singing in the trees

The gentle breeze is blowing
The whispering wind is growing
The tallest trees are swaying
While the grounded leaves are playing

The colors falling from the sky
Red, Orange, and Yellow seem to fly
Looking up at the perfect blue sky
The birds soaring above so high

Amoment of peace from Gods hands
So far they stretch across the lands
This beautiful sight, just see how grand
Is made exactly how God has planned

Looking out of the train,
My mind starts to refrain,
Were it ponders,
Above the mountain range,
Sit still, while a move,
There’s time you got to lose,
While sitting still,
I’m at will,
To go beyond imagination.

The footprints made
Cut freshly into the
Fallen snow
Showed the struggle
The wing patterns
Imprinted all over
Dark stains of blood
And torn fur
Whose familiar
Tracks I followed
Now ended!!

Life is brutality
Hence survival
When we witness
The emergence
Of new life
Fresh and warm
Is milk or blood
Flowing, growing
Dripping, decaying
Oozing life or death
Giving birth
To new flowers
Cry out!!

Survival seeks comfort
Ease my mother's pain
Satisfy her for now
The growing rage
We all feel
And share
For seldom can
We survive alone
Without others
Fiercely provide
Our offspring
Fiercely defend
Our territory
Only then
Can we afford
To spend
Enough!!

The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher.
The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow.
The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The trees shake from side to side, throwing their leaves to the cold cold ground
Morning is here and the darkness has faded, no more shadows in the night hiding behind ever turn, at least no more for a while.
The wind blows hard, the wind blows hard

With final burst of golden rays
sun sets below the horizon
day fades away and here night stays

From south gentle warm breeze plays
luring forward pretty siren
with final burst of golden rays

Siren calls hearts are set ablaze
and rising up comes Poseidon
day fades away and here night stays

Together they play in the bays
ride waves on the crest of Zion
with final burst of golden rays

There is no more time for delays
a merry nod to Orion
day fades away and here night stays

As departing we go our ways
as daylight for us is poison
With final burst of golden rays
day fades away and here night stays

coyote runs wild
across fields of verdant green
a sly cunning thief

silvery moonbeams
dancing, prancing in the night
casting magic spell