Best Natureme Poems
I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . .
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised of many supple arms that drape
to earth and, with Eve’s shadows, interlace.
Oh, countless times Sun’s flecked my every leaf
and Sky distilled her stars as night would creep.
Young lovers, though, have fled, their time so brief.
They used to spread a cloth to eat; then sleep
beneath me in my shade. They knew no grief. . .
Not privy to their destiny, I weep.
~Soup To Go~
This summer~ all I want is a bowl of soup
A secret flavor that combines every veggie group
An outcast taste of ancient granola herbs
All kinds of extracts that create different verbs
I will leave the table only to dance out in the rain
Round and round in wonder catering out my sweet refrain
I will visit mother and tell her I forgot her recipe
Brag about my soup and how I used and stole her ecstasy
Paint about the life she gives the grounded trees
Think about the sugar that makes me surrender to her sweet debris
I will order me a special~ with the right poetry breeze
Exchange my cookie dough with mothers pollen seeds
Hide behind her oak tree and listen to her endlessly
I can even cook myself a picture making nature my enemy
Close my eyes and smell the mist of self control
Hold on to my emotion and take a sip of my soup bowl
Add extra salt and pepper to every line I manipulate
Swirl my spoon around and smile at every thing I hate
Come sit down with me and collaborate
Lets cabbage out on mothers nature's plate
Wakening up to her blossoming sauce that drips with a certain flow
Driving by her White castle, and stare at another soup to go
Order me; a soup of all the things I see
Order me; a soup made out of mystery
Order me; a soup out of the things I wanna be
Order me; a soup made out of the sadness found inside of me
Order me; a coffee to go with my poetry soup
Type me a funny comment that will add a smile to my food group:-)
by;p.d.
To hear me would sound like a symphony of octaves –
played all at once with concrete fingers
on diamond in the rough strings.
To see me…O’, to see me you would have to turn,
ever so slightly sideways, to ensure proper exposure –
one would not wish to either scar his or her retinas
with too much light; or murder their spirits with silky
raven on a moonless night, darkness. No, no. That
is far too much for the eyes to bear.
To touch me would be like dipping warm fingertips into
a pool of liquid mercury; like the sun’s rays beneath
the water, touching the ocean’s deepest silver depths.
The scent of me would bring your waiting nose to a
dichotomy of frenzy – one side wanton, and as eager
as a schoolboy with a playboy – but the other side!
The other nostril would shrivel under scrutiny; buckle under
the burning scent of disgust and unrefined madness, as if you
were smelling your own death, not the florid scent of Eden.
And to taste me…to taste me would leave the tongue
as twisted as a winter apple’s branches; as torn as a wool
tartan from the shoulder’s of a traitor; and as confused
as a year without Spring. To taste me would be like
tasting every dream you ever lusted, and every ending
that ever broke you – like sipping lemonade in the void.
But…if you are the one; the only one in the midst of all
this impenetrable chaos who can sense me, beyond
the average man’s malleable stone-walled borders –
than I bid you come. Test the likes of this diamond
against your rough-hewn backdrop – try me on for size;
see if you have the stones to not. Get. Cut.
*Inspired by Nathan Leccese's Diamond in the Rough, contest. :)
The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat
Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues
The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear
The day is misty, bitter cold, and crystal sheen
But I am warmed by one small ray of golden morning light
From high upon a perch of snow top crest
A lone stag with graceful legs that fly
Carving out a quiet trail, like fleeting wind
The sound so soft, the hush of whispered steps
He halts, and looks at me with logic's eyes
And seems to smile in recognition,
His golden crown of antlers, gleam in morning sun
Just when I thought my crystal world would splinter
He tilts his head, and bids me to come
And like an eagle's wing, remote and sure
He darts away, just like a bird
Without a sound
Beauty of the wind....beauty of pure grace
I run after him, panting and breathless,
Through the glimmering, in search of answers
But, I cannot keep up, as he disappears without a trace
And still not wringing the answers from the slightest sound
Yet, I am left alone, and feel at peace
For Constance's Contest: The Nature Dream/Spirtual Dream
Carrie Richards
I'm standing beside an old wind bent palm tree
with coconuts laying all around me
looking out over the gentle blue green sea
feeling the warm trade winds upon my face
white billowing clouds seem to be suspended
by silver threads in the evening sky
as the blood red orange sun seems to set into the sea
and the sky is painted by firelight
I know in this moment of time
the universe was created perfectly as it should be
and if you find me here alone
know that I am not lonely
Dennis Davis
this poem is dedicated to a very special lady
Cheryl Lewis who inspired me to write this poem
I long to soar with the eagle
To fly uninhibited about the earth
Looking down onto the mountains
Admiring their rocky faces
To feel the clouds brush over me
While having the wind streamline down my back
To meet the evening sky with all its brilliance
And circle in the beams of the full moon
I long to perch high in the limbs of an evergreen
To inhale the freshness of the first spring shower
Listening as the raindrops filter through the branches below me
Forming puddles that trickle gently over the edge of a stone path
To live in the moment as it is, not as it should be
I want to mount to the sky effortlessly
Gliding and drifting aimlessly
With no care for the hour of day
I want to watch the crimson sunrise at dawn
While resting on an old black oak branch
Then dip down into the cool bath of a large stream
And emerge with a rainbow trout for breakfast
I long to call out to my mate in song
To meet me at the top of the bridge
Overlooking the peaceful flowing river
Or in an open meadow filled with prairie grass
Oh, how I long to soar with the eagle
To fly freely about the earth
Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Today I sat in silence gently closing my eyes
Saying goodbye to sounds that makes our world alive
Slowly I started to drift, deeper into an unknown black
Where sound has never been heard, where life also lacked
The deeper and further I went, uncharted by any man
Where silenced echoed it's silence, right back to our future plan
In this void of soundless emptiness, dust particles brushed me so
Prompting me to open my eyes, allowing my eyes to glow
So fortunate I think to myself, being present at the beginning of time
Finding the truth of yesterdays tomorrows, now knowing where man has climbed
I watch the particles spinning, over millions and millions of years
Creating planets we know now, aligned are these magnificent spheres
Gradually I work my way back, enlightened at what I had viewed
Knowing that we are only a blip in time, being here is so misunderstood
So many follow their paths, knowing of their yonder
So today I sat in silence, gladly closing my eyes I wandered
Sing, my nightingale, sing for me again
Sing from your bramble tree
Sing, my nightingale, sing and it will rain
Earth is melancholy
And brown, brown, brown, the frost
Has burned everything down
Change comes so callously and cost
More than green or barren ground
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Do not ever fly away
I am only mortal clay
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Love is the only truth I trust
Nothing endures the spinning crust
Sing, my nightingale, sing
Drunk me with your delicious songs
For love alone my body longs
Sing, my nightingales, sing
The frost has left nothing green
But my faith keeps its silver sheen
Sing, O nightingale, sing
I have a dear feathered friend who greets me each day at dawn!
He likes to dwell in and around the crab apple tree on my lawn!
From his perch he serenades me on wintry Colorado morns so drear,
Cheerily belting out trilling melodies that are so pleasing to my ear!
Oft I've wondered why Robbie Red Breast opts to winter here at all,
'Specially since all his friends flee these icy climes for Florida each fall!
While they bask in the warming sun enjoying cocktails of orange juice,
He prefers wintering here with me along with all its nippy abuse!
'Tis a wonder that the little creature can manage to survive,
Since there are no wiggly worms for him upon which to thrive!
Robbie doesn't worry - The Omnipotent Creator sees to his daily needs,
By providing an occasional hapless bug and a few wind-blown seeds!
I think that rascal relishes wakening me from my slumber each morn,
As he flexes his wings and sounds reveille to begin his daily bourne!
I'd rather be woken by him, tho', than the neighbor's yapping mutts!
'Tis certainly far more pleasant - of that there ain't no ifs, ands or buts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Winter
I feel nothing
your icy kiss
leaves me numb
your raw coat
of shifting winds
leaves me frigid
isolated
in the cold
I shudder.
Let me take you into the rains which stream into my heart
Show you the lightning flashing in my veins
You can listen to the thunder as we stand a world apart
Then I will bring you inside me
To remain
Inside of me you will find the silence of hills and valleys
Places you can wander in peaceful bliss
But you will still see that lightning flashing wildly
Hear crashing thunder in the magic
Of my kiss
You can tell me about the rains that stream into your heart
Show me the rocky mountains in your eyes
Together we will stand watching rain clouds part
As the lightening in our veins
Paints our skies
Take me inside of you so I can climb your mountains
The very thought brings me peaceful bliss
Together we will seek to fill love's own fountain
With the rain in our hearts'
Streaming kiss
Neva Flores @2011
If I drove to the mountain top,
could I talk to God?
If He spoke when I reached
would He say I treat the planet odd?
If I swam to the ocean floor,
could I talk to a squid?
If he spoke to me when we met
would he speak of the damage I did?
If I flew to the trees to visit the birds,
could I speak with an eagle?
If he spoke to me when we met
would smog render his voice less regal?
If I slunk down to the grasses
what would I say to the snake?
If I tried to speak to him when we met
could he talk back, or did our DDT remake?
If I were like a Doolittle I would talk to all,
to find how we have hurt the Earth.
I would take that knowledge and teach all people,
to preserve and share this world from birth.
Save me! Save me! I plead you!
For all the troubles, I'm going through.
The land for my clothes, the blue is my skin.
The wind is my blood, and the heat my kin.
The land that you stand on was once all mine.
But now you litter, and dirty me all the time.
My head and toe are melting, it'll leave me soon all blue.
What could happen next, you don't have a clue.
Blue is the ocean, with my children there.
The oil that you let out, kills them, leaving it all bare.
Dirty water, that's all you'll drink.
Human and life will soon reach extinction's brink.
Start saving fuel, and save me, too.
Use solar gadgets and plant trees, too.
Save Me! Save Me! I plead you,
For all the troubles, I'm going through.
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Like springtime, I am waiting to emerge
From winter's grip of frozen baronness
I long for sunshine once again to urge
The buds that lie within to their fullness
And He possesses all the strength I need
To bring forth blooms and nurture them to grow
His mercy primes and germinates the seed
Transfusing me with His life giving flow
He's washed me more completely than a flood
Then lifted me to peaks I could not climb
The awesome shedding of His precious blood
Has purchased my redemption for all time
In Him I find essential elements
That does supply my every living breath
For that, I owe Him highest reverence
Each moment of my life, and into death
(This is a re-post)
Listening, reaching for the Ideal,
her wanderlust- devoid of fear
Seeking the truth-
The Mother- crying for a thousand years
Of all the pain
Inflicted-
They are killing Her in every way
Carcinogenic ants raging wars
Creating immortal scars,
Killing Her giving heart-
She cries... FEW know
But She shows me the way
"There still is a place,"
the Great whispered in my ear, "of where hush and lull
still abide.
Free of the stinking, free of the rapists and killers
of My apportioned Nature."
So I listened and became raptured by the picture
She bestowed upon me;
A placidity, a serenity of depth and white
Where the pines yawn
And the constellations are radiant-
She begged me to try;
"Live my beautiful, faithful child
In the place of virgin
left only because THEY
cannot abide by it's harshness"-
"But YOU", she sang, "can consort with the beast and
the beauty to make all One, As I die
In all other places-
I leave you this small piece of Myself."
I screamed to her- Crying-"But You, knowing of All- giver of All
Why abandon Your post?"
"Because The cancer is burning My eternal flesh into
nothing.
Only I am no longer eternal."
and I understood- and I followed her lead
Now I stand in a place known to few,
To Her, to me, and to the silent melody
Of Wildness and White
My eyes filled With joy as I heard Her caring moans
singing to Sister Moon -
Through an assemblage of wolves,
as She winks at me through blue, pink and radiant emerald
eyes...
I know I am home.
Honorable Mention in Mac Mcgovern's contest "Your Best Poem".