Best Naturemagic Poems
The clouds scudded across
A windswept sky
It was deepest night
As I watched magic pass by
The moon had risen
There it hung in soft silver
Scattering beams of light
Upon the waters, bright
Its' pale reflection on water
As I watched magic pass by
If I could catch the moonlight
I would cast it upon midnight waters
Beneath a windswept sky
Upon the waters' moon
I saw beams of light
I could not tell if it was
Starlight or moonlight
All I saw was the faintest ripple
Upon the waters' moon
In deepest night
There’s magic on the tungsten sea
That brings forth spittle in waves
Like giant sheets of paper uncurling
On a table.
There’s magic in the carrot sunlight
That makes pale skin warm and silky
Like a peach that softly meet’s the
Lips of a beauty.
Impossible is commonplace when mind
And world collide and magic conjures
Idle musings .
There’s magic in the breeze that carries
Distant garbled voices muffled by the
Whooshing waves I hear in the giant
Sea shell.
The Unicorn
Have you seen the Unicorn lately?
Maybe you have not looked in the right places? Unicorns, as well as Fairies, live in a magical
place. Anyone that believes in them will find them there. They are wonderful to look at, and
they draw their energy to show themselves from the hearts of those who believe in them.
They return this energy manifold when we spot them by the way they fill us with good
feelings.
We all need a little magic in our lives.
On a spring evening in the Month of May, go near the woods and find a quiet place to sit and
observe. Find a little pond, maybe, because sooner or later they will come out to drink. Sit
there, relax, and dream a little.
The apple blossoms from the nearby orchard perfume the air around you; mixed in with the
purple lilacs that are blooming at the edge of the property from the farm nearby. A pair of
young rabbits does not see you and plays gracefully, enjoying spring. The evening breeze
moves the bows of the pine trees, gently swaying. The full moon is slowly rising into the sky.
Dewdrops are descending onto the sweet smelling young grass, sparkling like tiny jewels.
And there....that little glowing pink light by the pond, is a Fairy; trailing her hand slowly in
the water.
The moonlight reflects off her iridescent wings. Now that you are looking towards the pond,
you can spot the beautiful white Unicorn coming out of the thicket behind it. He is
magnificent, tall and stately. His horn is silver. He walks to the water, he lifts his head and
looks at you. Your heart is beating so loud-- can he hear it?
He bends his head to the water and drinks until he is satisfied. You can see his reflection in
the pond, gently rippling.
Soft moonbeams touch the scene, dipping it in silver, making it look like a fantasy. You stand
in the May moonlight, lost to the magic of the earth and all it's beauty. It is there, for all to
find, if only you believe...
~Soaring close to the sun...
The Eagle, a master of azure lands~~~~
A dove but a simple bird...
Not a master but a prey
Although it’s magic is not unheard...
Flies towards heaven on peace day
What does this gentle bird portray???
Dark magic abounds~~~~
The raven soaring so high
The night silently shudders’’’
To see the dreams in black eyes
And hear its lonely shrill voice...
New dawn rejoice the reflection...
Of a pair of white swan's tender love~
26/04/2011
By Tahera Mannan
I look into the valley
A shroud of mist hides its beauty
Pale and gray it hangs below me
The sun has yet to reach down from its heights
I know there is life there
There is the smell of a million flowers
Floating on cool breezes
Cooled by a shallow blue/green pond
Rising from the distant floor
The sounds of chirping birds
Chicks crying for food from their mothers
Hawks scream while they look for food
Flying high above the valley’s sides
They echo from stony walls covered with ancient vines
The only sounds on a tranquil spring day
The mist breaks for just second
Leaving a trail of swirls and eddies
As a spotted fawn runs across the dewy grass
The sun rises dissolving the morning’s veil
The animals hide
The birds nest to raise their young
The beauty of the valley is still there
But the magic that was hidden by the fog
The illusion of that peaceful world
The melodic song of the valley’s life
Burns away in the sun’s bright glare
Maybe tomorrow morning before the sun rises
I will again stand on this rocky outcropping
I will see the veiled world
And the magic will be there again