Best Naturegod Poems
I sit alone in the forest among the grass and moss one day
I hoped to grasp fulfillment in my heart and alone pray
I shut my eyes to see my surrounding about me
I felt suddenly so cheerful and free
The sun beams leaped and danced upon my shoulder
They pressed against my warm skin much bolder
And as I listened to the sun shining
I seen in the midst of my darkness it gleaming
It told me of it's story through minds eye, I too see
Oh it made me feel so free
I continued to listen what the leaves then told me
Brushing upon one another so swiftly
It was a sound, oh my I listened delightfully
The leaves then burst in laughter, swish swish ha ha,
Chuckling ever so high as the wind did blow
It's extending branches twisted to and fro
Tickling one another of the full free winds frinzy
In the distance the church bells rang
Clang, Clang, Clang,
I even hear the people inside as they sang
The flow of their voices rested gently on the evening wind
For through eternity in this place I wanted to spend
The sunlight no more upon me within it's driven range
The coolness of the evening jumped out at me
I sit a bit longer in my minds eye the scenery to see
Again as I gasped, I suddenly do feel so free
I listened to the distant buzzing of the bees
The coolness looked so vicious and so strong
I shut my eyes no longer, the darkness was all around
With my eyes I seen the sad, dark, gloomy mossy ground.
What fun I'd had today as I shut my eyes and watched the
scenery with mostly my ears
Now a blind man of his in tuned senses, a Gift from God to him given
and should never fear the darkness, or challenged by his fears.
For that day I spent in the darkness sensing all the landscape
Over and through my senses a lovely gift God did over me drape.
"I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart." This one really reached out to me in its simple
and uncluttered use of a sunrise to show God's handiwork. I thought that since your work was
in Haiku, I would try to do a free verse version relating the thought of God painting His
morning canvas. I hope you are okay with this.
Inspired by the poem: "Heavenly Sunrise" by Constance~A Rambling Poet~
For: "I Am Sending You A Gift Of Poetry, Dear Heart" Contest
Free Verse Poem Written by: Dan Cwiak
The Master takes his brush to palette~
Effortlessly is the day's canvas dotted with color.
Golden Horizon swished from the brush~
Darkened only by the earth tones of morning.
An Orange Ball creeps o'er the distance~
Shades of red and yellow stir the burnt umber awake.
Fine lines drawn for this morning~
No mistaking the Hand of God at work!
The bucket of beans stares me down
Duty calls accomplish this task
No! Poetry comes first for me__frown
"What about other jobs", he asks.
When will I finish this load__care
Today will slip away from here
Out soon into land of dreams
Make believe and fancy wild schemes
Like the Lilies__ neither toil; spin
None more magnificently clothed
I will be just as lovely as them
My clothing will be love's spirit
Praise God for those clothes__Glory Him
Wonderful worship this day brings
Thank you God for a few moments
To glorify your Holy name...Amen
ABC Animal Twist
Adored and diverse, life thrives on earth; each day nature sees new births.
Big and small, abundantly in seas and trees; great beauty breathes.
Chameleons, cats, corn snakes, and coots, survive great threats in life's pursuit.
Delightful dragonflies from dart frogs duck; drake-crakes scoot upon lakes.
Eagles and egrets soar blue skies; an elephant endangered cries.
Fabulous fauna: fairy flies, and deer upon flora feed needs.
Graceful purple gallinules, young goats, and giraffes bring joyful laughs.
Hag-fish, halibut and hammerhead birds…birds? Yes! Nature preserves.
Insects and ibis work their charm; crusty isopods cause alarm.
Jaguars enjoy tasty meals; leftovers are the jackals' appeal.
Kiwi that fruits, kiwi that flies both species in New Zealand resides.
Living world the Creator made; since the beginning, wisdom stayed.
Matchless miracles, wonders, and births together blessed on our earth.
Never alone, no matter where, life exists here, there, everywhere.
Oh how beautiful, artfully wonderful, God-primed blissful place.
Planet earth and outer space together share a glorious race.
Question not; God loves this world. See creations glide, slide, swim, and swirl.
Reverence life; it was made with love; He still watches from up above.
Still breezes and sunshine please; sturgeon, shrimp, salmon, and sardines feed;
Termites, thrashers, terriers and teal find niches that have appeal.
Under God's skies, the umbrella birds fly. Man ponders; God replies.
Venomous snakes make rodents quake; Vultures clean up for good health's sake.
Weeping willows watch wolves whelp; chirping yellow warblers sing to elves.
X-Ray fish known since early days leave modern man looking amazed.
Yosemite toads, yetis, and yaks live on the lands without lack.
Zoology on earth from alligators to zorilla zings!
© Name withheld for the contest
February 24, 2010
Poetic form: ABC
See> ANIMAL HABITAT PICTURES LINKS for my ABC Animal Twist poem It was posted
separately as a list poem. OK I hope. Smiles
Sun didn't rise on proud purple horizon
Dark thick gray clouds hid the sun source totally
Birds seek yummy seeds in the oddest stations
God provides hidden windblown seeds amazingly
Inside with family to stay dry simply
A home with four walls, a roof, needs multiply
Provided by God through a working husband
Respect_honor he deserves for honest hands
As the sun was setting at days' end
A storm started raging came around bend
It came closer: too close into our lives
For there was lightning, thunder, rife
Fear would have consumed us that night
As we shook with each roll and strike
But God in his mercy sent a rainbow
Not just one rainbow but two in a row
Understand there is a scientific explanation
That addresses the reasons behind the bow
But that rainbow was God sent for I needed so
A little sign from above that he was still there
And he was tenderly holding me in his care
When the storms are raging on the tempestuous sea
Remember there are still rainbows for you and me
God is still alive; working our problems to bear
Mother Earth in beauty shows the fruits of her fullness.
Interwoven destiny amid the living and the dead.
As God designed, she wastes not, each atom a success.
The future lies within man’s hands and death upon his head.
Replenishment was the Creator’s plan and his first command.
Mother Earth has done her part, autonomously from the start.
Man, since then, enjoyed the mirth and bounty of her land.
Avarice and intellect gone astray, disastrous results impart.
Man has capacity for conservation, compassion, and greed,
Intellectual choices he makes can build or destroy.
It is with preservation mankind must proceed.
Reuse and recycling must, today, be man’s main employ.
Cricket sounds and chirping birds lull the weary heart.
Dawn and dusk paint the skies, exquisiteness from above.
And so it was from the start, her beauty God did impart.
Let us all together work; let’s preserve Mother Nature, with love.
© May 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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The
Man
Prophet
Elijah
Man of God listend
God spoke to him tells what to do
Go east_ hide by Cherith Brook_ east where enters Jordan
Drink from brook, eat what ravens bring you,for I have told them to feed you_he did what God said
(with this there is not way to make the line of 21 syllables fit but I wanted to finish the
story)
The crashing waves ripped.
One surfboard flipped, disappeared –
And strength swam ashore.
Soldiers seek God’s face
Amid blasting, fire, and death.
A few find solace.
Women birth children.
Fathers become their leaders -
When love has no girth.
Tsunamis may drown,
Earthquakes may scatter earth around.
Willingly, God helps
The distant planet
Travels, showing its dark face –
Man shall see its light.
Signs and seasons pass.
Life lessons inflict sore pain.
But God can uplift.
Daybreak welcomes dawn.
The sun delivers brightness.
Wisdom is thankful.
Before the sunrise,
A rooster crows in darkness.
Singing bragging rights.
Traveling with speed,
Interstate traffic flies by.
Some folks watch and pray.
Hanging on to life,
Two, in sickness and in health,
Love nature’s great gifts.
Time passed slowly
Once upon a youthful time,
But speeds up with age.
Fool-heart was happy
When it heard many crickets –
Ringing in its head.
Euphoria knows.
A wonderful thing…the mind –
Can be a compass.
God gives His riches.
Open eyes perceive great gifts –
Beauty everywhere.
© October 3, 2010
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
I can feel God within the trees
In the wind and the ripple of streams
I can feel God in the dirt at my palm
I feel him in nature; keeping me calm
The voice of the birds; a hymnal to me
Just like the aggressive buzzing of a bee
I feel closest to the almighty with my knees bowing down
Not in a church house, and away from the crowed
The golden fiery eye rises
In the east and sets in the west
And shines for a day in between;
Although at times there may be clouds
That shrouds its penetrating rays
From us, we know its radiance
Is like a god that can’t be seen
But still feel his omnipresence.
And when the heavenly tears fall
From the sky, they are tears of joy
Not to be confused with sadness
For this god is a loving god
That showers all of us with love
Yes, even the nonbelievers.
Rain falls from heaven.
Behind the clouds the sun shines
Patiently in wait.
Defenders Endangered
Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.
The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions gartered
The courageous, methodically hindered,
Lacquered lives, wildlife “murdered”, man endangered.
Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action!
Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption.
“Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion.”
Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon.
Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing,
Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying.
Did we get to this place wanting and buying?
Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying?
Take it to court to find solutions in short.
Killing is no game…business…or sport.
Drilling in the gulf BP must abort.
Then pay to all people for life they did thwart.
Struggles in nature hurt in various ways.
The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets.
The airways go stinking as wildlife decays.
Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays.
What will it take to make clean up occur?
Will a boycott of products stop endless banter?
Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker.
Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture.
Lust not for things, but make God man’s desire.
Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire.
Love one another; make family your empire.
Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 29, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)
It snowed in Baghdad yesterday;
The Whales will have to find
Somewhere else to go;
The Islands are SOLD OUT.
The traffic in the sky
Is going to get worse;
As the Earth floods again,
The Lost City of New Orleans comes to mind.
Noah looked out his window,
And it was unseasonably warm,
Not a cloud in the sky.
He decided to go fishing,
But when he got to the ocean
They told him it was CLOSED for renovations.
The gods looked up from
Their studio apartment in the ghetto.
"He doesn't realize the flood
Will come from below,"
One of them says, which is not important.
“The land named by RED which was inappropriately christened
For one thing it is not, GREEN
Is the stage it will take place on.”
"The people want to know WHEN?" the God of Traffic asks.
"Tell them, sooner than you think,"
Says the God of Money,
Who knows death is imminent.
The Almighty Dollar goes home,
And takes a bath with a bread maker,
As Noah tries to resurrect
A miniature version of his ark inside a bottle of ABSOLUT.
By: Joseph DeMarco
Form:
Winter weather comes in starkness; but human spirit adds its blaze.
Flickering embers spark the fire; sending fragrance everywhere.
Stockings hung beneath the mantle, burning wood, eyes in a daze.
Glad hearts singing, holiday ringing, shoppers rushing here and there,
The stint of winter man has entered, real loves viable affair.
Wind-songs float on gentle breezes; melodies traverse freezing land.
Gifts of love become infectious as people demonstrate their care.
Thoughtful folks seek out the needy in hopes to lend a helping hand.
Life's refreshments cheering the season, love and giving fills the air.
Lights adorn the darkest nights, uplifting souls with holiday fair.
Seeking God's mantle, conferred to men, aids calmness, oh, times fast pace.
Devoted service freely given, teaches souls a peaceful love.
As the season welcoming winter, earth takes on a brand new face.
Likewise men look up to God finding renewed calmness from above.
Slower paces, cold days know, warms while hearts escape life's push and shove.
Lively feasts and celebrations change into nature's winter show.
Squirrels with acorns tucked in tree trunks, snuggle, snowflakes falling down.
Deer sleep in the crinkling cover; temperatures plummet very low.
All is well upon the earth, when daylight brings sunlit warmth around.
Fallen leaves decorate the earth with reds and yellows turning brown.
So it is that life does cycle interwoven with social themes.
Man and nature on one planet, sharing the great gifts God has made.
Distracted at times, mundane actions, yet reminded, so it seems.
That with great wisdom God created every season's next cascade.
Frozen waters fight the springtime when winter's beauty is waylaid.
© November 8, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Diana goddess huntress
your glowing love abides.
You match my wish
and bring in the tides.
You reflect god light
in your nurturing essence.
Reminding me tonight
of my infinite wholeness.
Your hunt is for the god,
the god that eternally shines upon you
remembering your service
is what remains True.
You are the guide
and the direction
into our knowing of Source revelation.
As I turn within
as the huntress,
I recall,
the Sun is my eminent fortress.
Goddess Diana, a tribute to you.
Your reflection is your devotion
and tonight I emulate your love pure
and with virtue.