Best Natureblue Poems
Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart.
Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn,
a rose as blue as the summer skies
a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes.
Poet was he and blue the blood from his thorn.
So gifted was he with the blue roses form.
a rose as blue as his ice blue eyes,
with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies.
So gifted was he with the blue roses form
a rose as blue as the summer skies
with thorns as sharp as his beguiling lies.
Blue velvet was the rose gifted my heart.
Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air
Sweat and horse, with layers of dust
Well worn jeans against a speckled hide
Gently swaying in a unified rhythm
Languidly haze swirling about our feet
Around the bend we startle snow geese
Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely
Angling, landings against the lapping waters
Black tipped wings against wintry white
Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout
Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek
Majestically standing, patiently waiting
Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach
Off the beaten path we wander
Past yucca swaying in the breeze
O’er grama blue as sky beneath us
Cushioned carpet of pine and peat
Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir
Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree
The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl
And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed
Canopies of piñon line the trail
Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape
Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna
Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude
Oh Mr Blue Tit
How sweetly you sit
When into my garden
You pleasantly flit
Oh Mr Blue Tit
With your coat so blue
Take care in the garden
A cat is watching you
Oh Mr Blue Tit
You have seen it
As from my garden
You urgently flit
Form:
gentle waves tiptoe ashore
sandpipers scurrying away from the rippling tide
sandcastles looming in the distance
beach blanket knights
and sand dune days
radiant in the mid day sun
shades of glistening brown and red
and dark sunglasses
a red and yellow kite gently dances
in the midst of a gentle sea breeze
shuffle on the shoreline
as rays swim by
sand dollar days
and the slow rising tide
sweet gentle rhythm of a rolling wave
aqua blue waters
to put your mind at ease
and a blanket of blue with cotton candy clouds
slowly drifting across the afternoon sky
sands of time pass on the beach
entry for beach poem contest- Blue on blue on blue
subject : Beach
Butterfly floating
Southern Blue Swallowtail Lays
Love on Meadow Rue
Soon caterpillars
Stinking like skunk munch and munch
Meadow Rue for lunch
The air is filled
Miniture blue sailing off
To mate for their day
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Great Blue Heron stood
Thin as a flat toothpick split
Camouflaged sky-blue
Waits in knee deep blue water
Silently creeps jolt attack
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Blue Ocean Water
Softly touch blue horizon
Great blue Heron flies
Great Blue Heron camouflaged
Easy fishing jolt attack
Contest: "blue"
For: Francine Roberts
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Green are the eyes that gawk at her,
but tongue can’t defy her praise.
Daisies gaze grudgingly in her direction,
as gentle breeze beckons, Please bow.
The scent of her perfume draws bees from far afield;
the buzz is in everyone’s ears.
News come to her with strong sex appeals.
All floras fall down on their knees.
A gust of wind brings whimpers from weeping willows,
and soft dandelions’ roars.
He sits on yonder blue grass,
with soft eyes he stares at her;
sheltered under a yellow jacket with blue bells and bachelor buttons,
harboring a sickening desire to be with her.
Bulbs shine radiant in the early spring, Siberian quills.
Blue are the hyacinths and daffodils,
they lost everyone’s love.
Her delicate pink,
perk up by the dawn’s slight light
and the dew that bath her at night.
Her petals faintly ruffled by the young wind’s caress.
God, she looks lovely in that perfect pink dress
so blue the river
that meanders through my thoughts
as I remember
summers when a golden sun
wrapped itself around our love
skies once winked blue eyes
sun smiled gold for us alone….
yet gold may tarnish
now ashen clouds, filled with rain
form in my recollection
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For Rick Parise's Contest "Blue and Gold Tanka"
Today I went a’walking,
creeping and a’peeping
my blue eyed zooming lenses
along the great green canal
to see what natural wonders I could see.
And…
Bees were a’buzzing,
hopping and a’bopping
their black and yellow heads
into little lavender flowerettes
to see what syrupy nectar they could drink.
And…
Dragon flies were a’flitting,
zigging and a’zagging,
their slender sapphire bodies
over the silent silver water
to see what skittering bugs they could grab.
And…
Turtles were a’tanning,
dazing and a’lazing
their brown round mossy shells
on top of grey granite rocks
to see what sunny warmth they could gather.
And…
Herons were a’hunting,
walking and a’stalking
their spindly legs and grey blue beaks
through the calm clear water
to see what slippery silversides they could catch.
Today, I went a’walking
Thumping and a’jumping
my joyous heart and happy head
along the white and gravely path
to see what splendor I could take home inside of me.
Note: I don't know what form of poetry this is. I was just playing with structure and words. I
would love it if anyone has an idea of what form this might be. I wrote it after taking a walk
along the C&O canal where I took pictures with my macro zoom lens. I had a great time
finding and taking pictures of all the wonderful critters mentioned in the poem and wish I
could share the photos I took too! My young adult son said it could be a childrens' book.
Form:
I like to look up and stare at the sky.
How nice it would be to be able to fly.
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so fluffy.
As soft as the fur on a new born puppy.
The blue of the sky is as blue as the ocean.
Watching the clouds you can see them in motion.
The clouds look just like their glidding along.
When all of a sudden that blue sky is gone
A terrible storm just could be a brewing.
Keep watching the clouds to see what their doing.
There really could be some things blowing about.
Just keep your head use the plan you worked out.
It can happen real fast as the sky opens up.
The rains pouring down as the heavens errupt.
As fast as it comes is as fast as it goes.
When you talk of the sky one just never knows.
If I was a blue daffodil
I would be different
If I was a blue daffodil
I would be fun
If there were blue daffodils
I wouldn’t be different
If there were blue daffodils
I wouldn’t be alone
What if there were blue daffodils?
Would we be together?
Would we be forever?
What if we were all different?
What if I was violet and you were red?
Would you still like me?
Would you still enjoy my company?
I like being different,
Being a blue daffodil…
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Gold sun rays filter
A golden glow through Willow
Expose gold tipped blooms
Cobalt Blue streaks SkyBlue sky
Diminishing as day flies
Contest: Blue And Gold
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Last golden Sun drop
licked by the deep blue mountains,
ocean's blue thirsty
now,for twilight's golden dew;
blue sky turning to pure gold.
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The far Blue Mountains call to me
Begging me to take flight
Desert below, hear my plea
It is my wish to fly to thee
I see them in the dying light
The far Blue Mountains call to me
I will make it there, this my decree
I would go this very night
Desert below, hear my plea
They are as far of as I can see
And truly a glorious sight
The far Blue Mountains call to me
It is my wish to fly to thee
Desert below, hear my plight
Desert below, hear my plea
When I’m there I will be free
Flying to their magnificent heights
The far Blue Mountains call to me
Desert below, hear my plea.
~9th Place in the "Villanelle Me" Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta~