Best Ferny Poems

  This Life

From a child taught Catholic creed,
drilled, drilled into me by school nuns;
those teachings will never recede,
but, since those days I have lived tons.

Spirituality, is life,
I found this on my long journey;
and when life stabs me with her knife,
I seek the deep green...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for powers cut an ugly door. The pylon gash is just...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to adduce the onus lies on doomed humanity to be the...

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Since a small child, I have been one with Earth,
Green winding tendrils have captured my very heart;
I would follow my father with innocent mirth,
A love for nature and earth was my start.

And into the deep, earthy green we would journey,
I still hike forests and feel...

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Mother’s Giving Nature

At the dawning of the day
Layered greens flashed through gold
The folds in Mother’s skirts 
Every creature does behold
Her mass sparkling blue 
Above as below mountains
Frilled in ferny lace or capped white 
As snow.

No other quite so acquiescent -
To us her children she gives...

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Photography is a visual expression,
I love capturing images frozen in time;
Sometimes, I snap close-up details of the flowers,
I stroll city streets searching for the sweet sublime.

I love capturing images frozen in time,
photography is an adventure and journey;
Love going on hikes in the city and nature,
I...

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Her hair- black as a raven’s breast 
   Eyes glowing through orbs of green 
She dances covertly in the dark of night 
    Where not another soul is seen 
Warbling a haunting, enchanted tune  
 
Chanting, dancing around the...

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Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or a mischievous monkey devours fruits, smiling with glee

Be it a single purple heron awaiting the dawn
Or the nonchalant coots floating...

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The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me

Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The heart is lifeless and tears have dried,
My feet are shrinking and unbearable is my weight
None to love me, none to...

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The foliage unruffled, 		 the tree trunks utterly baffled
                           The reign of darkness all along
A nightly hoot of owl,		...

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Whoz standing besides me?
None, neither God nor she.
Am I a solitary human
I don't have a single friend.

I stand still, but your tears kill
None holding me, with no skill
No life to live, still lot to find
Neither front nor hind..

Alone I walk the journey
Amidst joy and sorrow
As...

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SILLY   BUT  NICE

Is there anybody there said the traveler 
Knocking on the moonlit door
But only a host of golden daffodils  were there
On the forest’s ferny floor

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of July
And summers lease hath all too short a...

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Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey,
To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; 
At my age between sixteen to seventeen,
In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; 
A time, when, young and old of our villages did boast,
Telling prevalent stories on terrifying...

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Who turned the taps off so tight?
Let’s dance through the evening
Embrace through the night.
Sip from the fountain, cool
morning sun on our faces,
blinking, so bright. 
Laughing, racing
drinking it in. Follow the traces.
Cutting a dash, careless delight
Swish panache, beautiful, 
Flashing white
with delicate graces
and quick as a flash...

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