Best Naturewater Poems
Angelica
curiously peering over a cloud
Angelica stepped a bit too far
wings fluttered and disappeared
stolen by jealous demons below
angel flying too close to the ground
leaving the harmony of heaven
sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
landing gracefully on soft soil
Angelica hears the bulldozers
weapons of environmental destruction
sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
curiosity beckons as water reflects her image
her lost wings still reflect in the pond
seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
even water lilies envy her beauty
captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
immersed in an image of herself
in God’s light all angels appear the same
bright beams to welcome new souls
fly again she will
bubbles of hope spring forth
Earthbound for but a brief time
cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian
halo of comfort surrounds
Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
sparkling water caresses warm lips
her kiss renews Earth’s freshness
other angels transparent in sunlight
bestow a new set of wings
mission accomplished, they escort her home
once again she revels in heaven’s light
For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire
In January 2007 the fishing trawler, 'Pere Charles'was lost off Dunmore East. Co Waterford,
Ireland, with the loss of five fishermen. I knew four of them, two very well.
Pere Charles
Soft water all quiet
Bubbles of air take last breath
Five souls bid goodbye
Flowing Music
White water tinkling
Exudes musical moments
Hear a perfect peace
Soft Power
Soft flowing water
Creates valley and canyon
Kisses ocean, free
Tiny wavelets on the pool today, a gentle
breeze and raindrops fall with a rhythmic
pitter patter. The ducks and wildfowl pay
no heed, around the sedge bob and feed.
The Heron standing as if frozen, his
cunning eye a prey has chosen. And the
elegant Swan glides, the Cormorant
beneath the water slides. And the grey
clouds float on by on this quiet day at the
pool, the reeds sway and insects hide away,
dry wings are required to survive. The Otter
on its back dines on an unlucky Crayfish,
seems well at ease with his surrounds, and
the Water Vole enters a hole to the squeak
of hungry mouths. In the centre of the pool
a love dance, two Crested Grebes court,
ducking, bobbing, all magic to the eye. All
this beauty in the pitter patter, life goes on
it does not matter. Nature gives in many
ways, and as always this heart enslaves.
As I gaze upon the ocean
Blue reflects on the water and in the sky
The horizon only distinguishable by it's hue
Standing upon a bluff on a cliff above the rough
I gaze upon the ocean with all it's power
Pushing waves hour after hour
The rock face gets battered and pounded
In a un-relentless, timeless beat
The water produces an awesome sound
Almost like a methodical beat
The surf rolls in, and rolls back out again
Foam forms around the surrounding stones
Seaweed floats , swaying with the waves
Along the beach are deposits of shells and driftwood
Above the water line sand dunes form
Resembling a landscape like the moon
Moving with the ever blowing winds
As the tides roll out
Little holes form along the beach
Making a haven for the birds to eat
A feeding frenzy does erupt
Cleaning out the sandy floor
Before the waves arrive once more
I stand in breathless quite
Taking in the ocean's mystery depth.
I turned on the water sprinkler under the Weeping Willow
A fine stream it did spray
The tree was lacking the nourishment that it gets from water
For it has not rained much in many days
As I was working in my kitchen and viewing the scene
Along came a male Red Cardinal
On a rose bush he did preen
Just close enough to the water to receive a fine spray
When he was water coated, he flew away
Up into the Weeping Willow and puffed his feathers out
Shook his tiny body as a dog after taking a bath
Then he sat in the Weeping Willow and rested for a spell
Before he had time to dry, a Black Bird
Landed on a Weeping Willow limb
Just close enough to the spray to get his shower today
Very intelligent these birds of the yard
Knowing how to refresh and clean their feathers
Sometimes I wonder if they are not more intelligent
Than some of the humans that have big brains
And fancy hair....
(I'll call it free verse for no other reason than I don't know where else it would fit.)
Weiße Seerosen / White Water Lilies / Lotos blancos
Weiße Seerosen
Sie tanzen einen Reigen
Auf dunklem Wasser
White water lilies
They perform a round dance
Over dark water
Los lotos blancos
Ellos bailan una rueda
Sobre el agua oscura
The Alamosaurus, was the last of their kind
And the Baryonyx, in the water you'll find
Now there's Camelotia, from a historical site
One of the largest ever, Diplodicus - now there's a sight
Of Elaphrosaurus so nimble and fast
Fabrosaurus, five-fingered hands for the plants they grasped
Ostrich shaped Garudimius, the horned one
And the tree dwelling Hypsilophodon, though this has since been dis-proven
Iguanodon like our Iguana, possibly travelled in herds
The helmet-like crested Jaxartosarus, similar in today's birds
With spikes and plates, the Kentosaurus had more ribs than his mate
As big as T-Rex, you don't want to be on the Labocania's plate
In 1677 it came from the ground, this Megalosaurus was the first to be found
For Noasaurus in 19th Century England, scientists were no longer confound
Oviraptor the toothless one, but clawed hands - don't argue with me son
Then there's Pentaceratops the horny one, he certainly was not - to be outdone
Quaesitosaurus a sauropod cousin, shaped the same with whip like tails
The Rhoetosaurus of similar ilk, heavy on land - in the water our whales
Stegosaurus the plated one, these helped them from the burning sun
Big in size big in name, Titanosaurus - with speckled back the armoured one
The Utahraptors, the ones with the teeth, lacerate their prey - ready meat
From Jurassic Park grip your seat, Velociraptors you don't want to greet
Wonderful Wuerhosaurus, a spiky Stegosaur from the Cretaceous time
The Xiaosaurus of bipedal rhyme, these glorious beasts alive in their prime
It's England again, The Isle of Wight - Yaverlandia was found with bones so thick
Last of all the Zizhongosaurus, i have my favourite so take your pick
My youngest loved learning about Dinosaurs growing so i thought, why not.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
I drink water
I cry water
I urinate water.
I believe water is life
River’s Journey
She flowed from up there
Rising up and falling down~~~
Over stones and rocks
Excitement carrying her along….
Down and down she came
Carrying water in her bosom
Quenching the thirst
Of all coming her way
Little seeds flourished
Little plants grew
Little animals survived
Little fish swam along
Life was renewed~
All over the plain
Birds came from far and wide
To partake in its bounty
And I waited!!!!!!!!
My whole water body
Tensed in expectation
Awaiting her arrival
And there she was
Gorgeous as the sky above
Rushing towards me
Excitement in the air
I opened my bosom
In she came……
Deep, deep went she
Becoming one with me
And there she rests
After a long journey
Closing her eyes
To a life ,of peace.
Tahera Mannan
03/06/2011
For Constance’s ‘Write me a rippling stream’ contest
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Eleven P.M.
Now twelve midnight, two A.M.
Water flows freely
Sleep eludes my eyes
Three A.M., four-thirty, augh, sigh
Water flows freely
8D
my mind is an open book.
read it and have a look.
"Open" said Crow.
"We near the brook"
"Stones are there and
little by little does the trick.
Love the journey... it's the
Mother of all invention.
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http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/discoveries/2009-08-06-aesop-experiment_N.htm?csp=34
Article By Malcolm Ritter, Associated Press
NEW YORK — From the goose that laid the golden egg to the race between the tortoise and
the hare, Aesop's fables are known for teaching moral lessons rather than literally being
true. But a new study says at least one such tale might really have happened.
It's the fable about a thirsty crow. The bird comes across a pitcher with the water level
too low for him to reach. The crow raises the water level by dropping stones into the
pitcher. (Moral: Little by little does the trick, or in other retellings, necessity is the
mother of invention.)
Form:
High up in the mountains where the air is fresh and cool
A bubbling spring flows down into a deep awaiting pool
It’s here the waters start upon their journey clear and long
Thus begins the melody of a wondrous nature song
You can watch the pooling water start on its slow cascade
It moves into a flowing stream that melting snow has made
A little further down the way if you should take a look
The stream joins with the waters of a gently flowing brook
Here the stream and brook combine to graciously deliver
Gifts of pure clean water to a clearly flowing river
The waters of the river move serene and calm at first
Allowing many animals to come and quench their thirst
The water quickly picks up speed as on its way it goes
And you can hear it start to sing as o’er the rocks it flows
The water swiftly flows out to a tall and rocky ledge
Turning into a wondrous sight while tumbling o’er the edge
A beautiful misty rainbow's formed by its falling flight
To see the dancing water is a most impressive sight
You can hear its soft sweet music as it tumbles right along
Singing a lovely chorus of the waters falling song
Water will always be here so blue so crystal clear long after the earth is gone
our ponds our oceans our rivers our lakes will still have it's place long after the
grounds have melted long after the formation of earth has left us
there will always be water the beauty of water will never go away the presence of
water is here to stay long after we are gone water will live on long after our
fish are among the friendly skies there will still be water left here after you and I
Copyright@November2010
Glancing at shimmering waters I saw my reflection
Rippling water makes myself look altered
Like an abstract painting that never falters
Glancing at shimmering waters I saw the moon arise
Oh bright angelic wonder, you are so beautiful
Let the stream flow to my peaceful soul
Glancing at shimmering watching water boatmen ski
Smiling at the frog that hunts him down for his tea
Water lilies in full bloom and dancing in the breeze
Glancing at shimmering waters I saw my reflection
The sun admires himself in the mirror of the stream
And I sit at glance at my reflection once again
Sloe,
and black as Gin
I am the slave
of the spated, sibilant river.
It is opaque and powerful,
panting wearily like a dog.
It waits
and implores me,
to drink the perfumed wet earth
from which its voice emits.
In gasps as muted as wisdom,
I grapple in grated tones
to quench the voices of ancestral hunger,
reciting the names of your Wiccan tale.
And, as of fire
eddies of heat and colour form
turbulent sweet taste,
imminent in their thermal latency,
dark in the discomfort of daytime.
For where there is light, there are shadows too.
In this chaos of burning,
I pray for the violence of weather,
Its elemental desire forms the essence of all memory.
Again and again, I inhale a thousand times
the smoky haze of change
against the image of charred water on charcoal.
I am burnt against the cool of evening,
the darkening sky,
and the beat of flaming water on stone.
It is a visceral vision.
I feel the age,
It is as old as the swans of coole,
as certain as the solitary song of Herbsttag,
as definite as the will of water.