Best Nature Poem Poems
In the mid of my garden
I sat on my fav chair to pen
Scents of newly bloomed flora
Bestowed metaphors plethora
Yes, let us pen,
Said my brain...
When I was about to pen
Gorgeous gomprehanas grinned
Oh! Those dancing violet crowns
They're the princesses enthroned???
"So what, you pen!!!"
Said my brain again
I meditated, words amassed;
Took a note, ideas blasted
But brisk babblers suddenly crossed
Shouted, spoke and Sang verses long
My poetic thoughts they looted to jolly along
O! I couldn't help, my dear brain
Again I sat down, closed my eyes,
Took a deep breath;
Mesmerized by the rhythmic breeze;
Then, a grasshopper stepped into the scene
His piercing song tore my mind's screen
And the ideas lingering awhile were cleaned
Sweet disturbances they're
Won't let us write or read
But not to be hated
As they make us breath the happy air
Bloody sweet disturbances they're
The Rationale behind our smiling faces
Feb 15 2023
I was alone with my thoughts as I tread
deep in the heart of a forest bed
of green grass and flowers with fragrance divine
where I found a Heavenly sign...
I saw Natures Cathedral today
A beautiful tree deep in the green
with the sun as it's crown like I've never seen
Nature beamed on this vision of Joy...
I knelt at this alter of peace
my prayers flowed like the waters that HE
once tread upon in welcoming home
Other lost souls just like me......
I found Natures Cathedral today
A beautiful Cross truly sublime
like a new start in life the beginning of time
I knew that HE stood there close to me..
In Nature's Cathedral today.....
Nature sonnet
I have been walking in a domestic land abandoned and
Left to go wild and there is a struggle for dominance among
The trees the olive and carob tree especially
Grow tall and imposing while berry bushes use their long
Claws like talons to attack and hinder a walker by letting him
Bleed and fertilize the ground where cows and mules no
Longer leaves behind their residue.
I`m waiting for my favourite plant a small bush so shimmering
light it is transparently green take lift after a few days
To the planet wench they came.
I`m glad the hunting has stopped for now to give animals
A chance replenished and be shot and hunted by dogs in fall.
The flowers like yellow topaz
Keep swaying in the breeze;
Such integrity Nature has
Alone with no pause and cease.
Let’s follow the Mother;
Let’s gather her integrity;
She alone knows forever
What’s called chastity.
Forget the people;
Forget the mob;
Garner your ripple;
Unleash your sob.
Let your sweetest sob
Create always something new;
Let the malicious mob
Know of its vaudeville view.
Let them envy,
Let them snarl;
Let them ill be;
Let them criticism hurl.
Many things shall take place,
But allow you trust self;
Mind, they’ll never show grace;
They’ll never offer help.
Whenever you are creative,
More criticisms will arise;
Still, you need to stay positive
To allow them return with sighs.
Learn from the flowers,
Leaning yet strong;
Open the doors of your bowers,
For creating song after song.
Nature
"Mother Earth can't dance" they say
"Wind can't make a difference" they say
they don't take time to appreciate Nature
Look close with your eyes and nose
The highs and lows
For their is more to nature that comes to sight
But to their surprise they might be a fright
Experience the feeling of the light
but not to the despair of the night
Nature can ignite
The spark that holds your sight.
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Your story breathes again,
In the whispered exhale of falling leaves,
Orange, red, and brown leaves,
Their silent goodbye,
Drifting to the ground,
In a ballet of descent,
And slow dancing,
With a gentle, amiable wind.
Each leaf a page turned,
In the book of seasons,
A chapter ending, another beginning,
In the grand narrative of nature,
Fall's manuscript, inked in hues,
Of amber, ruby, and earthy tones.
The trees, once lush and green,
Now surrender their secrets,
A confetti of memories,
Carried by the breeze,
Tales told in rustling whispers,
As the earth receives its annual gift,
Of life's elegant, graceful fall.
And in this fleeting moment,
Nature's poetry unfurls,
A stanza of serenity,
A verse of transition,
A reminder that in every ending,
A new beginning awaits,
As your story, like the leaves,
Breathes again.
wandering
in the woods
light dancing in the trees
shining on fallen leaves
a soft gentle breeze
she looks up
hearing the birds sing
flapping their wings
she sees pigeons
two of them up high
together they fly
a robin lands on the ground
she hears a rustling sound
so she turns around
and sees its bushy tail
it was a squirrel
climbing a tree
disappearing quickly
tree branches leaning
wandering in the woods
she looks down
barefoot
feeling the ground
beneath her
commected
to mother earth
Poetic flowers,
They bloom in my thoughts
As I walk through-
A lush field of colors other than green
Hearing the buzz, of the honey bees
Having a sniff, at a gentle rose,
Specifically scented, just for my nose
Then sun sets in,
And flowers stop blooming
EXODUS AT THE LAKE
my exodus offers two paths that diverge
This is my lake, not Thoreau’s Pond
One path hugs the water to Cash Trail
The other that tugs at my heart
Will wander among old Maryland trees
I heard their voices calling to me:
Loblollies, oaks, pines, and hollies
(As if they knew I would have limited time)
Then I spy my favorite in decorated skirts
Smooth-skinned American Beech
Usually the one with more leaves through March
The end of winter, if that, in this hemisphere
Last stalwart leaves on guard, dry now, of course
Hanging … like winter muffs on nude branches
Almost transparent white and dry
As girls decorated in holiday skirts
I welcome their adornments hopefully
Among these tall, stolid witnesses
I think back when they were younger, my girls,
They would follow, wonderingly but trustingly,
Though like youth they wanted to be at the Mall;
I had so many reasons, health besides …
Trees witnessed my inward struggles, shame, love:
Witnesses to all seasons, wise through the years
Like wizards too, they quietly watch me, magically
Comforting me or healing me, most understanding
©Deo, March 27, 2005 (Beltsville, Md. USA)
I
He was no farmer, Carl Farmer
He was a loud preaching man
His eyes got wet, peradventure
As we heard the trees and land -
II
"We do not complain though confined -
Bunched together, joying in life
We seek light not more dirt, ground -
See us: Cramped, bright, and quiet!"
NOTE: This was a mystical experience in Central Virginia Carl farmer & I separately experienced around 2018; the same clump of trees (declining forest) was serene, though a tangle beneath the canopy. Speak of "live and let live!"
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
Smirks subtly
a cluster of wildflowers
Dispersing seeds
Through wind and rain
A barren monotonous plain
the wildflowers pervade
Singing to the tunes of bees
Waving to the songs of breeze
The wildflowers set a dais
to please the audience
Cosmos, the team head
Vibrant colors they widespread
Dandelions, the collaborators
Destined to list our wishes good
The divine scent they proliferate around
Is all enough to spellbound-
the novel flies, all perform a lovely play
And leave us astounded every day
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
enthrall vividly
a cluster of wildflowers
Uh-uhh!
It’s a dream come true,
Lighting up my inner hues.
Look, look, look—
My very first printed book!
They are naughty
The Birdy forty
Floating high
On a silver line,
Come see,
These photos of mine.
A first book is special
In so many ways;
Holding it close,
I’m in a beautiful haze.
Forget the rules,
Forgive the pride...
This is a wild joy
I can no longer hide...
I am so happy to share that my first birding book, 'One Minute Birding' (English), is now live on Amazon!
This book features 40 common birds I’ve documented around our home, written from a commoner’s perspective. I’ve shared my first encounters, their naughty antics, and fun facts.
While I published several e-books between 2019 and 2021, this project marks my official debut in physical print.
Moving from an e-book to a physical volume has been a journey of its own. Editing for the paperback format was the toughest task I’ve ever taken on, but I enjoyed every bit of the process. What started as fleeting moments captured through my lens has officially taken flight in a brand-new way!
The paperback is currently available on Amazon (US and UK), with the digital edition available globally, including in India.
Since I cannot share the link here, I am happy to send it via
Soup mail if you are interested.
You can also simply search for 'One Minute Birding' on Amazon to find the listing.
Thank you for your support...I hope you enjoy it...
Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.
The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.
Dreams weave quietly in silver streams,
Guarding the doorway to tender dreams.
The restless lines lie still and deep,
For even the muses have gone to sleep.
Yet in the silence, a promise lies near,
That dawn will awaken the songs we revere.
When Chumki wakes, her smile will rise,
And poems will flutter once more to the skies.
The eagle:
Once was a night,
when she flew,
when she flew that night,
she flew to a great new height
once she had reached that height,
she dropped back down,
into the night. :)
Dewdrops kiss my skin
A silver coat over my shoulders, green
There's magic in every morning.
In the atmosphere wafts perfumes of earths daughters
They sway their hips,
they nod their heads
petals fall at my feet.
The floor is carpeted with beautiful hues
red, white and purple too
The birds come piping morning's tune.