Best Forests Poems
the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.
a rounded light of gold
above the purple clouds
spots a blue filtered peak.
trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried
to fill barren ground.
mammals of every kind lay unseen,
asleep and covered in blankets green.
and I wonder,
I wonder who,
who would nullify?,
this bouquet...
of sweetly scented
awes!
With Love
22~12~2014
Emerald Forests
Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.
Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.
If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.
Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
the lullaby of tropical birds sketches
the sounds of the early morning air
a spotlight of gilded rays
above purple clouds
traces a blue filtered peak
trees unite warmly
feed on the drizzle of rain
like a nectar gifted
native plants
spill in colors hurried
fill the barren ground
mammals of every kind unified lay unseen
asleep and covered in blankets green
and i wonder
wonder who
who would nullify
this bouquet
of sweetly scented
awes
RISE AND FALL OF FORESTS
Deforestation and mechanization,
Have vanquished,
Tribes and animals,
Have been banished.
United the world must stand,
Against those,
Who grab green land.
Corporations brazenly,
Partake in this nab,
Their only thought
To possess and to grab.
What do they gain,
In this pitiful game,
Only fear of a lion or tiger
Or man with a knife
Who has to fend for cubs,
Or a family of five!
The elite but greedy few,
Will be the target of revenge,
For Karma will be due.
Forest dwellers and animals,
Must sustain their livelihood,
When driven to an
Urban neighborhood.
They need to survive,
And will attack to stay alive!
Wouldn’t it be grand,
If we could be assured
That our forests remain
As precious green land!
To fly like a bird, basically unencumbered
leaving behind the world's joy and pain.
To soar to spaces only birds have been,
and touch the very edge of a violet sky.
To drift on a cloud as it hides a rainbow,
and watch an iridescent raindrop begin.
See storms in their infancy, sung to by thunder,
as flashes of lightning echo brilliant refrain.
To fly low over mountains bathed in lavender;
watch creeks meander lazily by mossy banks.
To gaze at tall forests of evergreen and quaking aspen;
see meadows of wildflowers, fields of spun gold.
To watch night's different shades then choose black satin,
and be awed by dawn's brush of colorful pastels.
To admire many planets and sit among luminous stars.
To find our blue Earth and see how tiny we are.
June 2, 2022
Free Verse.
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forest creatures weep
for all the dead, fallen trees
once giving shelter
~
wolves howl piercingly
crying out for woodland plants
to carpet their home
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raccoons scamper past
searching out their lost breakfast
amid vanished creeks
~
possum wobble by
seeking their favorite den
where serpents hide out
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deer scamper along
looking for signs of hunters
with yearnings for night
~
Thickets, Swamps And Forests
Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place
Nature's
verdigris face
beams at waterfalls touch
evergreens drink a hearty fill
moss is abundant upon the limestone;
I sit dangling my feet in the
cool aqua-watching swans
glide lazily
along.
a taste
of springtime peace
invades my spirit with
its' lure in this place every year;
mother earth is a sweet nurturer, soft
of caress to the soul who needs
an escape from the grind;
tranquility
wondrous!
Vashon Memories
A song to sing itself –
A birthing voice,
Shouting then whispering
Of fields and quiet harbors
Of blackberries and sunlight on smooth waters,
Of boredom, rest and restlessness
In tidal pools
Hunting hermit crabs and limpets,
Sticking on all fingers,
Avoiding jelly fish and barnacles
When pigtails and freckles
Fly through misty bracken fern,
Evergreen Madrone leaves,
Hemlock and the Douglas fir
Shading meadows
Of green apple trees,
Fat blackberries -
Huckleberries red and blue
Eluding nettles reaching out
To leave their sting
Then rest beside
Old logs
Wrapped in pitch
Stacked up by mischievous waves
To dot the shoreline
With drifting wood
Of mysterious shapes
On pebbled sands
Warmed in the welcomed sunlight
And drink in afternoon tea
Steeped in curiosity.
My grandparents had a summer home on Vashon Island. We would spend several weeks on the island during the summer.
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green diamond,
I write the greatness of Brazilian forests
Roots that descend to explore the earth,
Leaves that capture white light,
Suns that fall on the wild jaguar,
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
Friends of the earth and emerald sky,
Beheaded trunks like haughty kings,
Rivers polluted by bad mercury,
I write the great sadness of happy Indians,
Insects that we eat on the stone
Large trees providing oxygen,
That they slaughter for expensive cosmetics,
I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests,
May it reach our deaf ears,
Let it open our doors as a silence, new one,
A silence deeper than our history and Gods.
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Des siècles modernes et des cités de verre,
Des indiens tatoués que l’on assassine trop,
Pour une poignée d’or ou de diamant vert,
J’écris la grandeur des forêts brésiliennes
Des racines qui descendent explorer la terre,
Des feuilles qui capturent la lumière blanche,
Des soleils qui tombent sur le jaguar sauvage,
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Des amis de la terre et du ciel d’émeraude,
Des troncs décapités comme des rois hautains,
Des rivières souillées par le mercure mauvais,
J’écris la grande tristesse des indiens joyeux,
Des insectes que l’on mange sur la pierre
Des grands arbres pourvoyeurs d’oxygène,
Que l’on massacre pour des cosmétiques chers,
J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes,
Qu’elle parvienne jusqu’à nos oreilles sourdes,
Qu’elle ouvre nos portes comme un silence,
Plus profond que notre histoire et nos Dieux.
O, fluffy city clouds that above drift&pause
on an endless journey in the vast blue sky
over cities&forests&oceans you fly
just floating- with no specific laws
O, forests that listens to birds singing
through the trees&beyond the fields
where those same trees act as wind shields
for the birds on branches- helplessly clinging
O, oceans with your loud waves that crash
peaceful aquamarine or dark blue mournful
at times so angry&nasty&scornful
rolling over rocks- you scream and lash
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July 22, 2020
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/O, Clouds, Forests, Oceans
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1270-729-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, New (12),
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Words of truth you have never heard before
If I ruled the world;
I wanted to create a well-organized world of the future
where all is - (... or virtually all ) - are happy
__ A Wonderful New World __
You may feel skinless -
no one can "vaccinate" themselves against problems
I would say that the most important thing is quality of life
Everything that is bad gets better when it gets brighter
Patience is needed, but eventually everything gets much better
Believe me in my word
I do not want to fill someone else's shoes
21/08/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Clear lakes and forests:
I admired the view and then
Continued Skiing.
Prayer for the Burning Forests
O' Merciful God
Please be kind enough
To extinguish the fire
Which is engulfing the innocent trees
In their devastating flames.
Shower your raindrops
Shower your love drops
On these innocent children of Earth
Who are crying in the flames
Pushed by speedy winds.
Have mercy
On these plants trees, animals and birds
And even some humans
Which have not done any harm
To you O' God of fire.
They were only rejoicing
In the beautiful month of December
When the whole world
Celebrate the joys of the season.
Many new plants and branches
Were waiting
For the new Spring to arrive
So that they may show
Their colors and beautiful leaves and flowers
Which are shown by new saplings
When the spring comes
After every Autumn,
But many of them are no more now
Destroyed by the anger of fire.
But many more are still there
Waiting for your shower of Love
Which can extinguish
The more and more increasing
flames of fire.
If these children have done
Anything wrong
Please Pardon them
O' Merciful God
Extinguish the fire
Which is engulfing them
Every moment in absence of any rains
O' Merciful God.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 29th December 2015
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Ethiopia was easy to chew right through
African jungles taste delicious yum
Biodiversity treasure-troves devoured
No splintered aftertaste or toothpicks left
Eating Australia was a challenge
Don't want to hurt no kangaroos
I wish I had a bigger mouth for Europe
To cover bushes and lumber in one chomp
Rain in South America is like salad dressing
Makes me famished as trees vanish one by one
Canopy after canopy drop
This place is too alien for me
Sand has always been my favorite snack
I'm moving on to dryer spots
When I finish with this world real soon
It's off to other planets to consume