Best Naturegreen Poems
Pink Roses of Sharon
hugging the streetlamp
The blue sky with
sand texturred clouds
is like a reflection
of water and the beach
An oasis of green grass...
with pink, orange, red and yellow
Mums floating like waterlilies
in the green water...
Birds stop and fly
land and fly
staying close to earth
to forage for food
Green leaves that turned
yellow - then turned gold
Like a door
The Gates of Heaven
await the winter
when all leaves
and blossoms die
When nature shows
our true colors...
If we blossom eternally
or sear in hell
All shining like a mirror
to the almighty...
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Lightly, sweep the beach;
As inland rolls the sea
All species, shapes shells' species,
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Frothed, hi-lo crests, toss, create odd creases
Ocean sounds, subdued to loud
Galaxies twinkling, twinkling, over sandy shore
Moving ridges - blue, green, salty de-bree
Limicoline birds probe of tiny beaks
Cerripedes cling - of rock jetty walls
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Dephinidae family-play, chirrups avow
Perceived near silted edge
As inland rolls the sea
Blessed - this Shangri-la
Peace, quiet soul
Creation, presented us
Euphony, miles around
Tunes linger over moist earth
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Humility - our
Ever-so-ever thankful
Peace, quiet soul
Waves' tumble, night does endow
Loose sand - wet clay
As inland rolls the sea
Visons 'cross vast waters
Ruffles of promise dapple there
Ever-so-ever thankful
Righteous melodies heard
Moon casts it's shadow
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
As inland rolls the sea
Placidity drowns fears
All shells, shapes, species
Ruffles of promise dapple there
Frothed, hi-lo white caps, toss, creates odd creases
Spring's yellow-green heart shaped tender leaves blown
Spring's zephyr winds tossed new leaves to and fro
Quickly from hidden laden buds now grown
Absorbing sunlight, spring's green soon to go
Rabbits now from their cozy burrow run
Hop, jump enjoy green tender shoots of grass
While lazily basking in morning sun
Then in late afternoon hide as clouds amass
As the twilight cast its eerie shadow
The sleeping birds roost in their summer nest
Sleepily fawn_doe in lush green meadow
Darkness of night with shadows now brings rest
The wind is now a soughing sigh,
Smoke is slowly drifting.
Devastation meets the eye.
Home burned down,
Chimney standing.
Possums gone, fate unknown,
Snakes are dead, birds have flown.
Bush destroyed, and trees, devoid
of green leaves, bare.
While all around, the empty sound
of nothing living there.
Within the heat of raging flame
gumnut shells have broken.
The fire did its worst, yet best,
the nuts will grow and so attest
that nature's voice has spoken.
Beneath the layer of fertile ash
Those hardy seeds remain.
Until one day they surge and push
and green once more will clothe the bush,
as growth begins again.
The lush green forests
Mighty pachyderms lived in serenity
Now fields rich with grain
Where do we expect the elephant to go?
The lush green undergrowth
Beautiful leopard in harmony survived
Now black glass high rise stands
Where do we expect the leopard to go?
The lush and thick jungle
The prime habitat of the tiger
Now villages overgrown with people
Where do we expect the tiger to go?
The elephant raided homes
The leopard took the child
The tiger attacked the man
Are our expectations met?
These shy beautiful creatures
Looking for a way to live
Labelled as dangerous beasts
Are our expectations too high?
I stood atop mountains, green to red, saying
to lightly skies "hello there" and "from
where do your winds come?" From where
do they come thought I in my heart
of hearts, inside which is harbor
to all inspiring things. It was at
that time I sought clarity, thanking
God for hills that ribbon-roll, and the
Atlas-who-shrugged touch of greenly breeze.
I stood there, atop mountains green to red,
and the wind answered me.
Vibrant date palms
Swayed with the breeze
Hues of green and yellow
Mixed with red and brown
Lawns of soft green grass
Tingled my feet
Inviting me to sit on it
Smelling an occasional wild flower
The sound of the sea
The taste of salt
My eyes closed in a dream
My senses mingled with music
A shout from the pool
A splash in the sea
Sound of hooves on the stone
With them holding my hands.
Green green green green green
Water gives life to all green
Water restores all
A stroll along winding roads
Avenues and slopes
Bring to light the muted shades
Of gentle sunshine glow.
Trees a-gleam in silvery light
Their delicate leaves doth show
hues of green and pallid gold
mirror a glittering glow.
An array of flowers colorful and bright
Yellow and red a breathtaking sight
Blue bells and daffodils spread
intricate patterns along mountain sides.
Amid the shades of green and red
Birds hop and dance with dainty steps
skipping along a lush green rug
as shiny feathers they do preen
To view such beauty so rich, so rare
Is to embrace mother nature’s love
that transports one on fantasy flights
and to tastes of sheer delight.
There was this moment
When I was standing out side
With my yellow pop-sickle
In the rain
With tears running down my face
Staring at the forest green grass
When all of the sudden the green grass was gold
And I felt the rays of sunshine on my wet face
Yet the pearls of rain continued to fall
Matting my hair to my forehead
Soaking my half eaten pop-sickle
As I looked to the sky
With bloodshot puffy eyes
The sun was peeking from behind the storm
And I saw hope
In the summer,
I am green with envy,
Unless I am,
An evergreen,
Then I am just,
A cluster of green,
All year round.
In the autumn,
I blush and turn red,
Different shades,
Different colours,
Turning,
Racing each other.
Then the season slows.
I begin to crisp and crunch,
Brown.
In the winter,
I am bare,
Cold and empty.
Nothing to show,
No colour nor texture.
The only cover,
Is the fallen snow,
Resting upon my arms.
In the spring,
The snow melts away,
Discovering my new buds,
The signs of new life,
Upon my arms.
I blossom,
White, pink, white.
Then my new green leaves come
Awaiting my next summer.
Emeralds, Polished Jade, LENORE’S GREEN Eyes
GREEN as the flavor of Mint
Sweet, Leafy GREEN: Lettuce
It reminds Me
Defines Me
Exciting to Eye
See GREEN in the Rainbow
Among the many Hues
In Nature
GREEN Color
Spreading across the Forest Floor
Climbing the Latticework by my Door
The Mountains’ “ Evergreens “
Inspired by the Title and Format of Laurie Ginn’s POEM “ R E D “
DEDICATED to L A U R I E G I N N
Dear Francine, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in the Spirit.
"This Time (this time only) I used a previously written POEM"
The Voice of Trees
Imagine a world with no trees, just imagine it?
No table to write or discover land overseas?
No warmth in the cold, no animals in the woods?
No one to give you shade in the places where we once stood,
No romance behind us green trees?
No humming birds or the buzzing of the bees?
No, You can’t do without us trees!
So please, don’t cut my roots and my long vines!
Take care of this Earth as our future is entwined!
So please, please , please ,don’t cut us lovely green trees , please!
by Ashwini Sane
Loose green tendrils hanging low,
kiss the soft green earth, the bough
kneels with the wind
as if in prayer, a penitent so
humble and predictable, and
just the same as others of its kind;
a pliant bow
that's unreleased, yet like to spring
to heaven with a wish,
a stately, monumental king
of meadow and a murmuring stream,
in haze conceal'd, a misty dream,
a graceful monolith 'twould seem,
cloaked in a blue-grey hush.