Best Hope Nature Poems
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
where a heart is free and the sky is wide
where time is slow like a rivers flow
and the crow that flies is your only guide
In orchards wild and row upon row
the pomegranates grow in the countryside.
Such dreams of peace relieve the crush
And guide the sweep of the painter's brush.
Outside the city where the four winds blow
Prolific with seeds the pomegranates grow
And when in winter all covered in snow
the promise of spring and summer bestow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
I wait with the wisdom inside that I know
That seasons may come, or seasons may go
And the winds of change may toss us and blow
But in our hearts is a place we may go
Outside the city where pomegranates grow
First Line Prompt
Julia Ward
N/ A’d
Green - I have seen you somewhere within my evergreen soul
Where the Omniscient plays his flute
To rejuvenate the tired ones - scattered by the humdrum of daily chores
His idiosyncratic tune soothes my heart
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the desolated dry lands
Where you assure us of a definite return
Spiralling with the next rain to come - with the seeds of new love
Sprouting with our endless hopes - in the hands of caressing farmers
Farmers of life too
Green - I have seen you somewhere within the falling leaves
Burnt by the desires of their own - dejected souls
Still they fall on the ground from where they got nourishment
Mix them with their mother to make her fertile
To maintain the perpetual flow of love
To the next progeny
An evergreen dream
Comes true
Green - I have seen you somewhere within ...
My desperate hopes
01.03.16
Across the Sprawl of wistful Fall
Through capricious Skies of broken Lies
Naive sweets leave tongues of the young
As the last leaf of summer dies
To Escape the Scrape of leather feathers
And Trim the Rim from fallow snows
Tomorrow's Flowers count the Hours
In the Bleak Mystique of departing crows
Where the cold unfolds Tracks of wolf Packs
The remains of rain Returns the Ferns
Despite the Spite of cynic's delight
The wheel of days tenaciously turns
When a green dream Soars through golden Doors
Each Sunset will Reset a pristine dawn
As Tender as April's fragile Splendor
Hope Stands as Grand as a fresh-eyed fawn.
11/15/20
In Rhymes Sublime contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Petite tracks lost in lacy frost
Winter birds see the green not there
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Red berries bright with springtime flair
A nest of twigs and branches tossed
Plucking the bare, ice-laden air
Petite tracks lost in lacy frost
The winter Queen has arrived
Silent and soft and slow and divine
Slowly thru icy breath she whispers
As her silver garments open wide
Miracles appear swirling free
As tiny angels dancing above
Softly drifting to the ground
On the wall and rooftops
Window ledges and branches bare
Tiny crystal flowers bloom
As she spreads her blanket around
Tinkling and glittering they enter
Frigid human lonely hearts
And like wild butterflies
The warmth flutter again
As each flake a beautiful dream weave
In the white tapestry of life
08/11/12
By Tahera Mannan
even without the warmth of the wise
there is radiating the unseen
a desire where only truth lies
in the place of the in-between
do not be afraid in this endeavour
visions of hope will come to you
and before the time of forever
eyes will open, and see a renew
even in the darkness, there will be light
as mist descends from the mountains
the weary shall have removed their blight
and they will feel refreshment of fountains
we must nurture the sounds of tomorrow
teaching them to carry their weight
if they become one, they will banish sorrow
and take their place, beyond the gate
now tend to the trees and flowers
care for all oceans and streams
abiding with you now, the unseen powers
guiding you through the vision of dreams
March's Promise
A tie-dyed pink and blue sky
Spilling, melting, across the dome high.
The wind, taunting the clouds and the trees,
With a showy display of a spiraling breeze.
Birds in fervent song, sing praises to the dawn,
Buds on boughs and branches form.
Spring flowers shyly emerge from their rest,
Showing off their bonnets, with style and finesse.
A renewal of life, a promise of hope,
With dark days behind us, a gift to cope.
Sunlower and the Sun
She’s very loyal to his rays,
As he travels from east to west,
Her golden beam always faces
Where his brightest radiance exist.
Her beauty reflects het glory,
Her smile will never go astray,
As she follows him constantly,
From the mountain up to the bay.
Even he refuses to shine,
As the dark gray covers up high,
At a garden, her, we can find,
Patiently waiting for her “Hi!”
As she has faith of his coming
After a strong shower fountain,
When heaven will stop its crying,
The sky will be at peace again.
So the huge shining ball of gold
Will return to reign ever more,
At the blue, his grin will be bold,
He’ll reveal anew his splendor.
Then her petals will come to glow,
As she will hear her sweet “Hello!”
It won’t matter where wind may blow,
It’s only him, she will follow.
NATURE FINDS ITS WAY
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The crack in the sidewalk,
a stubborn line against the grey,
filled with green.
Not invited, not planned, just a seed,
carried on wind, finding purchase,
insisting on life.
A dandelion, maybe, or something tougher,
something that knows concrete yields,
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Think of that small rebellion
when the path ahead
feels like stone.
Remember the persistent green,
the quiet strength
that cracks the surface.
Nature finds its way.
You will too.
Light splashes in the eyes and vibrate
My heart to a rich ecstatic state
Joy is the only bird in the leaden sky
Calling the winds to choir on high
And I in the crystal world spin and spin
Till shards of snow caress the face
Like a pillow from scraps of watery tin
And all green and all colors erased.
Cast back the old belief of isolation
Of wintry purgatory and grief, jubilation
Is a white sheet of innocence here
The sinner like a diamond in the air
Frost symbol of death, and Lewis hopelessness
Shall not sing my song without regret
I take a different motif for my symbolic crest
The beginning of the pain I now forget.
Let Persephone sleep, my Yalda is here
The white breast of her flesh my pear
And I a child in a new womb of innocence
Drink of pure light and devote my sense
To leaps of faith from promise to spring
The eternal moment when season shall keep
Ivory joys before the bright immortal king
Just like a seed of winter vacating sleep.
cedar blue evening
day breath held beneath titans
sun offers me stairs
Acres of lush emerald meadows
burst forth from pregnant earth,
creating the perfect background for a
dazzling array of wildflowers.
Expectant mothers of beast and fowl
fill the countryside with new
generations, eager to find their way.
Honeybees and hummingbirds
in frenzied competition for sweet nectar.
Jasmine and gardenia blossoms
kindle their senses with a
lustful, pungent fragrance.
Mares, folding new colts,
nudgeing them gently up
on quivering, spindly legs.
Ponds give travel to ducklings following in the
quake of proud mamas.
Rainbow trout rush upstream to
spawn, before laying eggs in lazy pools.
Throughout floral scented air,
unfettered birds soar freely,
voicing a revival of hope and joy.
Whimsical butterflies take a rest on
xylem, between aireal ballets.
Young babes everywhere, renewing our world with a
zest for life's adventures, awaiting.
02/16/15
Contest: Abecedarian
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Ode to a Desert Rose
Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water little rain
Yet on and on she goes...
Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...
Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.
by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012
Cracking lifeless limbs.
Casting creepy dark shadows.
Illumined by moon
Atmosphere of Spring
Aura of cold, powdered snow
Ambivalence still