Best Naturepain Poems
I crossed the path,
To meet your gaze.
Such a ferocious gaze.
It bore anger down upon your prey.
Curious horror came across my face.
I pulled you aside and,
Far, far away.
To find out why
You were after that prey.
I wanted to cry,
For the pain that showed in your eyes.
I grasped you close,
Oh so close to my breast.
To shush the beast inside.
The beast raged and roared,
To stay high above your best.
I hoped to clam him,
At least just a little.
To my surprise,
The beast I did sooth.
Back came you.
Your soul came flying free.
To finish taming thy beast.
Away went the beast,
Away went the ferocious gaze,
Away went the look of curious horror from my face.
Came falling down, the invisible tears of yours.
And mine did follow, as visible as day,
Because of the pain I sought,
In Your Ferocious Gaze.
Now, you may wonder why I urinate on my toes
But I know the cure when thrust in pain’s throes
After bare footing on a beach of golden sand
And accidentally treading on a jellyfish’s band.
The sting is sharp and the pain so very intense
You hop around with one foot a swollen immense
You want relief as fast as you can get it
Pull down your pants and start to wet it.
I know this sounds gross and a little perverse
The longer you wait, the pain just grows worse
The scientific reasons I cannot explain
But the chemistry of urine relieves jellyfish pain.
How the first person figured this out, I haven’t got a clue
And if you are too modest, perhaps I’ll urinate on you
Don’t you worry; I’ll hold and aim my own hose
Just next time on the beach, put shoes on your toes.
In the silhouette of the dewing early morning--
the tears of the mother, the tears of nature
grow before the rise of the sun.
They are everywhere growing from the pain of yesterday,
growing in the darkness of morn.
These tears, they are sticking to everything,
sticking from the unseen filth that has snuck up on reality.
This filth only to be realized once bound with the pain of the mother,
bound with these tears of nature.
And yet, everyday, it's always the same.
The heat of the sun rises above,
with a feeling of confused tranquility--
and these tears,
well these tears just dry up, you see,
leaving us with the filth of yesterday.