Best Naturenature Poems
Creation energy in each atom glows.
Electron-bound sacred unity –
Thus, reverence for nature inside me grows
When I walk through rustling sheaves.
And I know in my heart power flows there,
In each cell throughout the trees –
And all the while I go with a smile,
Knowing joys that nature weaves.
By the energy bound within all compounds--
In the wind and in the trees –
A great strength from which honor mellows
Believes the joys nature conceives.
And this is why honor to nature goes,
And the universe receives: --
Form from a shapeless power emerged,
Physical matter conceives.
Afterward, substance gained its shape,
Now, the universe receives.
Tiny atoms shine their light
In each tree and in the leaves –
The beginning, surrounding as unity abounds,
Thus Pantheists…worship agrees –
Praises to nature! (a believer knows,
The universe its might weaves.)
Energy sparks verve, living…thrilling.
Starting life, an atom achieves.
Universal essence throughout nature astounds.
From one cell, another follows –
Spiritual mentality knows –
Realities sacredness nature resounds,
Within an elated heart billows,
Freeing the energy within all living souls.
Cosmic unity within man and trees –
As life’s passage one takes and of it sense makes,
Thinking of the trees and its leaves.
When, looking toward skies wherein night beauties rise
Worships nature and believes.
For thus it is, pantheist reverence nature’s pure bliss,
Adore natural matter; respect all that is.
For in trees and in the leaves –
Omnipotent universe perceives.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
June 29, 2010
TOPIC: Pantheism
REFERENCES: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Recent_developments
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantheism#Varieties
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THE NATURAL WAY
The natural way
I’m speaking of nature’s way
That which has been known
That which is at times cruel
That which gradually is being lost
Is there an order?
Is there some marvelous plan?
In truth I don’t know
I merely see and think
I think of natural things
Regeneration
Growing things this very Earth!
Things being cut down
Perishings each day
Being replaced by dead things
Our great polar bears
Creatures losing habitat
All forms of our wilderness
Evolution has managed
These many millions of years
Then a foreigner
One who would call himself king
King over nature –
That he was provided for
Fed by nature meant nothing
In place of nature
This king built stone-cold castles
Flaunted his power
Enslaved those ones who opposed
It continues to this day
Man death to nature
Slowly enslaving himself
Till he stands alone
All nature dead at his feet
Desperate to reach a star
At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears
This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed
It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say
This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear
Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old
The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew
We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes
This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time
The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation
Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above
LOVE:
“Life, Birds, Bees and Trees”
The beauty is nature in birds and the bees,
Hidden life within the hives and the trees,
Exact and complete, as nature doeth please.
Birds and bees are of life’s essence to please,
In most unique ways, nature take her ease,
Riding air currents, and nesting in trees,
Dawn of life’s freedoms still rustles in leaves,
Steadfast freedoms of God’s faith believes.
As we stand, in nature’s plan, in awe of bees,
Now of the bee’s honey how nature doeth please,
Dawn of life‘s freedom, still rustles in tree leaves.
The last shall become first, but shan’t be the least,
Hail! “All good in nature comes from the east,
Enjoy, don't destroy, our nature's beast!”
Bees and birds of nature, beauty and sweet honey,
Efficient to please, but man loves his money,
Employ not money, but Love life’s honey,
Sweet nature love makes honey, man makes money.
For Contest: The Birds and The Bees
In Honor of: Carol Brown
Billy Buttons
under the
Celery Pines
free verse
Billy Button's downy foliage
Burst open with large gold blooms.
Midst thousands of dandelion's green
Above, celery pines tip their plumes.
Grasslands wave contently in the fields
Missouri golden rods climb the hill.
Broom beard grass and buffalo clover
Send subtle earthy scents, cross my sill.
Mulberry's beckoning to the blue ash,
Creeping soft grass hides the jasmine crepes.
Water pond seeks dry nooks and crannies
As nature swags her majestic drapes.
All of nature is alive and full of romance
Kissed by morning dew she opens her buds
Her long silky fingers rustle all to wake
Bejeweling earth in vibrant colored studs.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010<>
To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments
I spent during my childhood
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest
Almost every day.
The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.
Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child & Youngman I had enjoyed
About forty years back.
In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.
That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back
I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a
Little distance now instead of touching the forest
As it uses to be about forty Years back.
Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building
Ground trembled
Houses fell, city mangled
Loss and Chaos bull having free run
Many deaths, overnight many born as new orphan
On Ritchers scale, quake measured by *****Sapien
Human destroying Nature on big scale
Natures Tit Tat tale
Wail trail
Global Warming bleeds
Mercury soaring day and night
Nature breached
Humans shall burn, just not sweat
Human Ash in Earth's Oven
Measured Calamity, Natures miracles *****Sapiens never measured
Sunrise, lunar phases, twinkling stars
Blood, pregnancy, katabolism, photosynthesis, cell construction
Jungle, river, valley, mountain, Natures miracles umpteen
Apathy abound, none thinks altruistically about natural restoration
Reduce Mining, Deforestation, Pollution, Reclamation,
Measured Calamity, Natures miracles *****Sapiens never measured
Forgetting Natures havoc is triggered by human havoc causing Nature’s scars
Self-restraint is way to halt Natures destruction
Go green, lessen carbon emission
Save Earth, conserve Nature should be everyone’s mission
Ritcher’s Scale may not be needed, if human increases organic consumption
Measured Calamity, Natures miracles *****Sapiens never measured
(Entry for Members contest : Trois Par Huit---Tanka----Rondel by Jared Pickett)
Everywhere the trees are so green
Most beautiful sights ever seen
With snow capped mountains in between
And the rivers flowing so pristine
I love hiking the trails very long
Each step my heart is beating her song
If you would like to please come along
To get away from the crowded throng
I love having our nature so near
Walking amongst it my mind is clear
And I think about what I revere
All the things to me that I hold dear
It is nature that I admire most
And where I live now she is so close
Entry in the Sonnet Me contest
Honorable Mention
AMBUSH
Hidden predator,
Waits patiently for it's prey.
Survival to the swift.
Judy Ball
Haiku is an unrhymed Japanese style poem recording the essence of a moment.
It has a nature theme which is why I personally like it, nature lover that I am.
It usually consists of 3 lines. Count is 5,7,5
I listen to the sound of the rain
I feel its touch all around
Thunder is the gods making love
A storm of power a beauty of dynamism
Its liquid diamonds that drop from above
The atmosphere is raw as the rain pours
Its nature at its finest the drink of the gardens
The seeds are fed the roses now bloom
The trees stand glistening
The grass sparkles with the dewiness
The ground moist underneath your naked feet
Its a sea of greenest waves
The smell to your senses
Its freshness wants you to admire
A perfume that persits to your being
A beautiful ray of gods essences
Priceless potion of natural substance
Almost drives your thirst
I listen to the sound of the rain
I feel its touch all around
Its nature at its finest the drink of the gardens
The seeds are fed the roses now bloom
The smell to your senses
Its freshness wants you to admire
Enter the garden, stop by the gate.
Listen, as a bluebird calls his mate.
Breathe in the potpourri of scent.
Enjoy, this nature walk event.
See the butterfly as he flies by,
making its descent, from on high.
Tissue wings of spotted amber lace,
gliding with deliberate grace.
A perfect rose, wrapped up tight,
spreading open, to your delight.
Awakening from the night gloom,
bursting open, see it bloom.
Beyond lays the forest, oh so dense.
Shroud in mystery, a hint of suspense
Walk the carpet of dampened moss,
sprinkled with a dewy gloss.
Blankets of foliage form a cocoon,
hiding the sunlight of high noon
So many sounds, a rhythmic chorus.
Thirsty earth, drinking, forever porus.
Ahead, a fallen tree in the path,
victim of a thunderstorm wrath
Finally the trees give way,
bathed I am in the light of day.
Hark, I hear, the distant roar
welcoming in tranqillity, the seashore.
Dunes of sand, with pearly beach.
Lapping waves, within my reach.
Open splendor, in shades of blue, hides,
the depth of the ocean spilling in tides
Beautiful, alive, magestic to behold
becomes a sepulcher, icy and cold.
The sun so bright, takes a rest.
Sinking, ever so slowly, in the west.
Sounds of nature follow the flight,
across the horizon, into the night.
My Theme was: Listening to Nature
Nature’s Bliss
Nature’s painting is splendid;
Beautiful and serene indeed!
Each hue and color so unique;
Not even in a rainbow are they seen.
Churps of a bird, fragrance in a flower;
Brings in life, rain in every shower!
Paints the painting nature everyday
Sprays color; wind in every sway.
Mist in the air and fresh breeze;
Bounties of nature are bliss!
- Mugdha Prabhakar Bhurke
A Sunday morning in a lonely chair by the beach
I wish I had a pen to write or a stick to move the sand
I did a lot of thinking in a very short time
I had the feelings I had the words, they nearly did rhyme
I wrote something about the beautiful heaven
That stare me from so far away
I wrote about the feelings that I had
This morning when I left
I wrote about the beauty that the nature is
And the peace that place this is
I smiled to myself and read it once
But something I had missed
I had done it all wrote a poem
At last to describe the beauty the nature is
A title was left
Listen to the wilderness and the stories it’ll tell
From its birth joy and sorrow to the moment it fell
Listen to its sighs as another day dies
Noticed by no one but the shrill winds cries
Hear its praise to the one who bore it at birth
A true queen of queens whom they call mother earth
Hear it sing to you of the things you never knew
From it’s suffering and pain that it had to go through
Listen to it call you back and beg that you wont attack
Instead help to save humanity before the world goes black
Listen to nature introduce its enormous kin
It’ll only ask for mercy and acceptance of your special kind of twin
Listen to vines and follow their lines back to your cradle
Shut out society’s realities and run fast if you’re able
For nature won’t stand too long and fight
It’ll beckon to you instead and pray you find the light
Nature will nurture, love and protect from the evils of society that infect
It will raise you and teach respect, to save others who are emotionally wrecked
Let nature captivate you and take you away, to an evergreen Eden not so far away
Listen to the voices from within, and the things they say to help you survive life’s torments
each and every day
For the world has become a scary place to live in it seems
It’s a harsh cold glass globe that will shatter all your dreams
But if you manage to survive, and pull through the fake and constant negativity, nature will
spar but then lift you up like a star
So let it embrace you from afar, show this world full of demons the true angel that you are.
By: Anais Pouladi
Listen...
To the sounds of Nature around you.
Take that moment of your busy life, reflect,
Listen...
Be open to what you are missing.
Do you hear the conversation of Nature surrounding you?
Yes it's there,
Listen...
The gentile breeze rustling the leaves of the trees,
Dancing, talking intertwined together,
Becoming one with each other.
Listen...
Do you hear the birds as they sing to each other from tree to tree.
The sound of music they sing to one another,
Telling their story of adventures they had that day.
Listen...
Do you hear the waves hugging the shoreline,
Never seeming to get enough.
Listen...
To the buzz of the bee dancing,
From flower to flower,
Making the visit short but ever so sweet.
Listen...
To the conversation of Nature,
Your missing out on a beautiful story,
She has to tell.
Don't let the conversation fall onto deaf ears.
For one day, one day,
Nature will fall silent,
And the only conversation that you will hear,
Will be your own.
Will your story be as beautiful as hers?
Darryl Lunny
April 21st, 2009