Most Liked Nature Poems (1,977)

the tide
Washes upon the beach
Drifting sand
Washed

Away by the sea
Diplaced
Carried corressed
Deposited washed away

Moving tides
Calm gently washes the beach
Exposed grains pebbles carried upon the oceon floor
Deposited
To nearest land

Gently the sea remain calm till
The changing tide the climate change
The winds blow
Vilante the sea ponds
Distruction rains

Vilante winds force 10 glale
Destruction gains
Till calmness restored
Once more

Storm at Sea

The storm gathers strength
air increasing its wavelength
clouds rush as past they scurry
the cold creates a snow flurry

The winds fight as they battle
cold against warm they rattle
out to sea the waves gigantic
as they rush across the Atlantic

Building up into a hurricane
tossing like balsam the plane
the waves below broiling
for war they are spoiling

The ocean their playground
eerie the lights and sound
of the clashing clouds
bodies will fill the shrouds

Before the peace returns
until then the world burns
as nature's anger subsides
and the souls peace abides

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It is a day of strong winds
Debris streams down the street
People lean into the wind
Umberellas invert and rip
At home the storm moans and shrieks
Trees are down on the roads
Smashing houses and cars

And so we curse the weather
Take care my friends
The agencies of weather
They do the best they can
Our power to them is flawed
by cursing
We have forgotten them
But they are conscious beings
Pure eddies of great power
Bless them in the endeavour
To maintain the balance


A man was driving in a great storm
Psychic he could see the storm Lord
Astonished he said “I can see you”
He then heard “Then feel me”
The car was lifted and bounced about
The occupants were shaken and scared
Attitudes to weather changed for ever

Who said the angels have no sense of humour

A romantic thought of death is to believe their the ones alive
Although we embrace the living perhaps we are the ones with covered eyes
I pondered on this notion during my peaceful walks through hell
Aligned with rusting treasures thrown from foolish wishing wells
Considerately it comforts me with a temporary escape
Deep within meditation I elevate my mind beyond my grave
Giving a life unto the ghost inside of this hollow shell
While the living say to cast the dead to rot amongst themselves
But I believe death has the potential to become one with perfect light
Slowly removing darkness until we ascend into new heights
Although at times it may be difficult and sometimes filled with pain
Those who have endured will prevail eternally inside of grace
So as life is like dirty water and within the depth of all its murk
I am the lotus flower reborn, cleansed, and free of dirt
While the world around me is muddy, dismal, harsh, and filled with gloom
I will achieve enlightenment and beneath the sun my soul shall forever bloom

~ JJF ~

As always, your fresh perspective
has helped me rationalize the prospect
of another terrifying day

I've been really stressed out lately until
I found the teachings of a Tibetan
monk named Lo Fat.

His book gave me real serenity
and joy at a time when I really need to
cut back on the dizzying pace of modern life,
where everyday begins with a caffeine fix
and ends with reruns of Sex in the City,
Arliss, and a few folded Kleenex.

I think it was a mentally disturbed dwarf,
who once said the only thing we really
have to fear is forgetting to return a
videotape, hair loss, weight gain,
the heartbreak of psoriasis, high rent,
car problems, heartburn, bad relationships,
tooth decay, unemployment, high cholesterol,
brain cancer, nuclear terrorism, and the horrifying
spectra of Keanu Reeves getting a talk show.

You can't sweat the small stuff.
It's the big stuff that will really
screw up your whole day.
I think that troublesome dwarf resides in my ear.

Perhaps I should consult an
ear nose and throat specialist.
One kept asking me to guess his name.
What do they want from me?
My first born?
"Damn short people"
"They got no reason"

(pause)

A lot of poets are always
trying to avoid dating themselves.
But they wind up writing about
the same thing a million others
have written about. Love, death, nature, etc.
Nothing is eternal. Might as well show people
snapshots, or open a family album,
then try to avoid who you are
and where you come from.

Some say
"Shakespeare's hard to read"

You have to write for readers in the present.
Let future readers decide who they
trash and who they treasure.
We'll all be dead by then anyway.

Freedom of expression is one thing.
How asinine is it to create music
8th graders will get their hands on that says:

"Take drugs, rape sluts,
make fun of gay clubs,
men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up,
get a sense of humor
Quit trying to censor music,
this is for your kid's amusement"?

Why not "kill the Jews,
black people are inferior,
rape and torture children?"

(pause)

At what point does expression
become dangerous?
This music makes ME feel aggressive
and I'm a middle aged girl from the country.
What is it going to do to someone who's
already really pissed off at his teachers,
girlfriend, mother?

This isn't Ozzy Osborne
or Judas Priest.

It's like some of the art out there now chopping
up cows and gluing them to walls.
Cutting a corpses head in half and
making the two halves appear to kiss.
Homoerotic bullwhips,
bondage gear,
torture devises.

Yes, some artists
had horrible childhood's.
And they have the right to
express themselves.

But should minors be allowed to
listen to or see the art of the criminally insane?

Okay, I think
I'm ranting & rambling!
Have a wonderful week
I shall try
SAS

Where are you,oh so bright said I to the moon
And the moon remained so very quiet, until
The whisper of moonbeams climbed over the hills

Oh there you are so bright said I to the moon
you have made this my favorite night
And the whisper of moonbeams slept for a moment in my room

I wanted to linger awake but sleep was the spell
Brought by the whisper of moonbeams
For now to whisper goodnight and farewell

Trees are dancing, leaves they’re pouring
paths of darkness, paths of glory
and you-music through the thick woods,
lamp in house’n’ passion roaring.
Leaves are raining on thy body
naked, soft, warm and complete
fall is here why don’t we fall in
colours of a hidden spring.
Fire bright our song we sing it
while the Sun is slowly sinking
in the crowns.
And it’s cold and warm
our feelings temper in the den of love.
See those birds their soul are leaving
in those skeletons of forest they belong
trying to convey primeval gardens
to exquisite wine?
Now it’s raining sweetest darling
leaves that leave paste on the ground as
carpets ready for a magic
flight.
We are dancing-trees are dancing
silhouettes of smoky fairies
in the dawn.

You're a rose that kindle my heart, a book are you bearing on
perfume of lavender you are the functional rite of rhyme and dance in agreement with angels of that muse Mnemosyne; and rhyme you are to endless talk, and fire bearing its eternity and so are you my closeness, dear floating on Isa mantra, like in a dream ...; and jaded red you are, in veins the wine
of pleasures in the esoteric of
enchanted Anahata-realm divine and not the latter you are my home for whole happiness
when you, romancing, and indeed color the sense with immortality.

For your height has weighed down on you.
For your branches held a beautiful
place up in the sky.
The wind ripped you from where
you were as if to pull life
out of your roots.
Your girth was your death.
You lean over to the fence as if
asking your friend to help to
bring you back to the beauty that
was your existence
For yet that is not to be life
has been cut short.
You are no more it is time
to say goodbye.

WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man ,lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids,maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.




To Miss.JEANIEMAC : )

Let's go to drive together in the car of Fergus!!! ; )
Thank you for the comment : )
lisa