These Home Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Home. These are the best examples of Home Nature poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
On a chilly Christmas morn
I looked out of the window.
Most of the birds have gone
on this cold dark winter day.
I saw a Cardinal on the tree
brilliantly colored Northern Cardinal.
A winter fixture at snow-covered bird feeders
I ask myself “Do the birds have Christmas?
Looking for something to eat or
planning in advance for a habitat
on this leafless tree
like the politicians’ fake promises.
When it gets cold, it flies south
when it gets warm; it returns;
that is what we learn from birds.
Maybe waiting his girlfriend’s message
for when to bring food to the nest.
A few leaves lay on the starving rod
Fallen from the ash and grey
Whipping gulf clouds burn
Sheets of sideways rain
People's worried smiles
hurry, pass me by
I'm a lazy girl
Rumbling starts in
I mosey home
to watch the storm
Slow feet now
Lock the door
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
Like sick allergies,
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE
Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!
Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination !
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
I can act insane
But DO NOT
Make me feel worthless
I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation
Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee
I can act like an
Adult, but I’d
Prefer to have joy…
That piles upon us in our
Being childlike is
A rare beauty –
No one prizes it…
No one came across it…
In this lifetime…
I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine
Renew my young heart
Give me the ability
To kill the old man…
I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs
By my future generation
I beg of you –
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy
I’ll still have pieces of a child in me
And pass it on to my future generation…
Amongst the purple shadows in the early light
Flocks of birds taking ready for flight
Sprinkles of colors and various shades of green
A place that remains untouched and unseen.
Water slowly trickles along the small creek
Where you find pebbles and stones so unique
Overhead the bird of prey with eyes like a hawk
Will gaze over everything that crawls or walks.
The water with it's endless spring flow
A home for water lilies and the fish below
A haven for the birds of prey
A home for the foliage to decay.
Green moss gathers around the trees
Gathering place for moths, wasp and bees
Black ants invade the old tree stumps
While tall crap grass gathers in clumps.
Black- eyed Susan scent hangs strong
Other flowers barren , flowers long gone
Once bright berries hung, now only a few
Saskatoon, pin-cherries and choke cherries too.
Amongst the purple shadows in the early light
The prairie sunset turns to a soft scented night
I walk along the path by the creek
Finding the solitude that I seek.
Whenever the sun goes home to sleep,
Man says 'today's labor is over'.
But I know the dusk is tricking us again.
Yet, who cares to give that trick a thought.
Man says 'today's labor is over;
A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap'
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest'
Yet, the weary man gives dusk trick no thought.
A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap
After man has given the day his labor
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest
For the dusk only trick us to look forward to its rest.
After man has given the day his labor,
I know the dusk will trick us again.
For it makes man look forward to its rest,
Whenever the sun goes home to sleep
11th August, '12
Just experimenting with the Pantoum form