Best Natureworld Poems
Diana, Nature’s Guardian
Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.
I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles, jackals, deer, hogs, flowers, myrtles, squirrels -
All in my magical care live wonderful lives beguiled.
Fertility and childbirth, my responsibility,
Accomplished spontaneity living, functioning well.
Reflecting light among the beasts with great nobility.
An accomplished war-like goddess guarding while lives impel.
Hunting dogs track down their prey; fearful deer run. I am there.
Staying in the midst of them observing, balancing, and keeping.
Preying is part of life’s design sustained with greatest care.
Plants and animals live mortal lives wisdom possessing.
Plundering men cause great concerns that must be soon resolved.
Wreaking havoc here on earth, plowing jasmine, balm, mugwort,
Destroying creatures, felling trees, habitats requiem.
Man must change his wasteful ways to prevent my last resort.
Mother to the animals I recycle elements.
Wildlife conservation thrives, careful awareness acting.
Take heed ravenous plundering men, lest my anger vents
And another species takes your place, last choice exacting.
You can find me in my sacred place among quiet oaks.
Cherishing my own chastity, purity makes me swoon.
Walking in my natural world hearing each frog that croaks.
Living flawless beneath God’s sun, reflections from the moon.
© August 1, 2010
Sickle moons have shone above me
In the dark of night,
Standing on the mountain edges
Writing by their light.
Fall with eagle wings of colour
Soared the starry skies,
Called its sickle moon of copper
To enchant my eyes.
Winter passed with silent footsteps
In one silent night,
left the world a stainless canvass
And a moon of white.
Spring woke as an early blossom
Blooming in the snow
never was there such an artist
Made a green moon grow.
Summer, daughter of the morning
Let the world behold,
As her fingers formed the perfect
Sickle moon of gold.
So the seasons passed before me
Still I stand and write,
In the dark on mountain edges
Sickle moons my light.
Rain splashes at my window
To awaken the world anew
Bringing color to this scenery
As a saint praying at the pew
Splash against the pane
Tink upon the sill
Down, down comes the rain
That makes the world so still
Lovingly caresses
And bends it to its will
The night was long, heralded by wind and rain
The weary voice of a sleeping world suspended
Fanned are the dreams that seem to fly on wings
And heavy lay the dreary clouds decended
Over distant hills, a waking day embraces
Fading darkness with morning's dew kissed charms
Earth and sun, two 'twining hearts together
In gladness joined with fervant tender arms
Softly silent, crests the rising of the sun
Dimming stars that fade along a morning mist
Like flames upon the sleepy earth awakened
In welcome voice, a greeting's golden kiss
The blushing sky in brightest woven fabric
Lighten hearts, lifts eyes in awe attended
Yellow fields alive, and crimson trees
Behold the beauty of a world becoming splendid
Ovation to a song of morning sunrise!
Winds that rustle leaves that sleeping lay
Answered humbled prayers upon the alter
My grateful soul awakes to praise this day!!
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For HG's Contest "Sunrise vs Sunset" contest, By Carrie Richards
There was silence across the land
People had been forced indoors
By the fear of living in the dark
On a thick black sky
Appeared multitudinous tiny stars
They seemed to be helpless
Defeated by the seemingly undefeatable darkness
Then from a shadowed horizon far east
Ascended an angel, the moon
Her garment pure white as snow
She rose up very slowly and confidently
And fought bravely against darkness
Until he was reduced to ruins
And suddenly all over the place
Started a hullabaloo of cheerful fowls
The death of silence across the land
Declared her victorious
The moon an artist; painted the sky in white
Carved the world into casted shadows
Her victory melted fear away in the dying night
And made the world look romantic instead
For five long days I’ve been snowbound.
My home with blanket pulled around
Is quiet as the distant hill
That nestles in its white surround.
My world so very still.
No small birds trill to break the spell.
All vanquished with the flakes that fell.
Electric voice immobilized,
Marooned in solitary cell,
My world strangely disguised.
No noisome birdsong to intrude
On absolute of quietude.
No foot on yielding snow has trod.
Suspended in rare interlude
Alone, alone with God.
The snow remover coming through,
The telephone and power crew.
Although their efforts I applaud
I miss the peaceful time I knew
Alone, alone with God.
By: Joyce 12/30/02 We all won first in this one.
The Heavenly Lovers
I saw two heavenly Lovers,
Meeting like man and Woman,
High in the sky.
They were standing,
Like two heavenly dwellers,
Trying to understand each other.
The wind was fast and cool,
The Sun rays were touching their hairs;
They met for few moments,
As if, they knew that no one can Stay in this world too much.
I was watching them intensely,
With A Camera in my hand.
I took their Photos,
To tell the world that I have seen,
The Lovers, who came from the other world.
The beauty of their silent love gazing,
Will continue to live in my mind,
Like the song of the immortal Love,
But they vanished with the breeze
While floating on wind,
Before anyone could have noticed.
Only I was left standing there,
With a small camera in my hand.
I was trying to trace the foot prints of those Lovers
Who had vanished in the sky with the wind.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th Dec. 2010
NOTE:
This Poem is based on a true incident which I have
Captured in my Camera on 11th Dec. 2010 when I was
In Lucknow, about 100km from Kanpur.
The Picture I took of these Heavenly Lovers I have placed
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Someone in the World can run 100 meters
faster than any other in a competition
and it is all about tenths
on an more than billion year old Earth
which also moves in an orbit
but not for to beat a world record
and get one new glittering prize for the collections
this is a poem about to be best in the World.
I never really got the chance
To thank you
For these glasses that
Have made me see
The beauty in this world that my nocturnal spirit
Has shut away
Like the wings of a bird
Shielding itself from the scorching sun
Summer fields
Cherry trees
Lovers on freshly mown grass
Fire flies
A purple phlox
Sun-kissed petals
Clear heavens
Autumn trees
Hazelnuts
Emerald woods
Wonderful shapes dancing in a burning campfire
Warmth
White pine trees
Snow and wind
Multi-hued scarves
Hot chocolate
A kitten playing with wool
My eyes could almost tear
From seeing what has been hidden
For so long
But I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear
The aroma of strawberry fields becomes
Much too strong
Almost suffocating
The morning glories wrap my arms and legs
With their stems
The bright side begins to burn my skin
I see smiles
I see a child licking an ice-cream cone
During a hot summer's day
I see the perfection in butterflies
Leaving their cocoons
I see spring predominate the universe
I see so much until everything looks
Almost the same
Special
And beautiful
In its own way
Like the wedding gown
And the pall
I see my life
Flashing before me
The charm in this world would kill me if I saw it all
And I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear.
THE UTOPIAN DREAM BABY
She is in darkness and beautiful
What I dream of my Utopian dream baby
In the future I wish to see her born
As a very big mansion of mine on the moon
My own supersonic airplane to Heaven
A long bridge across the continents
To link all the oceans
New York to Banjul, Cape Town to Antarctica
Island of Lampedusa as a World Trade Center
Not as a nest for asylum hunters anymore
Sahara, Kalahari, Gobi, Himalayas as green belts
Not deserts with open arms anymore
All wastes to be biodegradable, renewable,chewable
Every rooftop to be garden
Our carbon dioxide to be inhalable perfumes
This is the worlds wild ambition
My Utopian mystic dream baby
A wish she comes early
To make the world a better home
Where we shall live like human Angels
Worried not of worries
In peace, in glory.
I'm 18 years old and I live in a world where
Sadness is predominate, there is no such thing as peace.
If we stray from the beaten path, we are outcasts
Desecrators of what makes things easy.
I am a girl who lives in a world where technology reins.
Concrete mountains seem to tower over Everest and you can live your whole life while
sitting in a chair.
Smoke from everything destorys everything.
It disgusts me.
So just to be sure I'm different from the rest, to be utterly positive people know where I
stand, I here and now choose to declare
That I believe in Unicorns.
It's random, I know, but even so I refuse to not have one insane idea to cling to.
I want the forests and the sun on my skin, to sit beside a creek and listen to its music.
I want a world where the earth is revered, every flower and plant cherished as it should be.
I want a world that believes in unicorns.
I choose to believe that such purity and peace is still possible, if only we search hard enough.
I choose to believe that that to follow the beaten path will destroy all that Humanity as
struggled to create.
I choose to believe in unicorns.
The mad world of this generation,
it's hard to win
not because it's bad
but how people behave,
and the way they think.
It's bad to be negative
to others whom you believe
that can try to change the world.
This world we are,
it needs unity and peace
because it's like a ball
which can rotate once to make us cry!
Please don't laugh
to those who strive to live
because today is them;
and tomorrow is someone else.
I say learn the world.
Dusk,
dressed in
mauve feathers,
bared pink shoulders,
with come-hither snare,
touches the foolish Sun
with a spectrum of red lips…
Up so many stairs they will trod,
shutting the world alone in the dark..
New lovers who stroll through gardens of night
And as nightingale and the crickets cry
Spurned world sets her brain adrift to weep
putting out the lights of her eyes
shuttered in forsaken bed …
Crescent moon stands vigil
Until capricious
Sun, with fickled
breath,… breezes
in with
Dawn
For Nette's "Touch Me" contest (Dusk) by Carrie Richards
Good Morning 2/2
East West North & South
And only those would survive,
Who have peace in mind and love in their hearts and the understanding
To live and let live
Rest who have
Guns in hand, powder on face and hatred in hearts* are likely
To see soon one day, their own created all designs lost or would vanish
In their own erected world of violence and war.
But alas! then, nothing may leave on earth
To say Good Morning O Beautiful Almighty God
In the far far west a tall, dark and mighty man was still working
While leaning back on his working chair,
To find solutions,
Solution of many of his own country’s problems
And many of the world unique problems, his people too
Were getting impatient and time was running from hands
On the other hand the black smoke problem of the world
Was getting worse and worse, which had earlier engulfed
His own nation shaking the entire world
He know if it is not taken care of, it could wipe out the
Humanity for ever from earth
And now it was bursting out at different places on earth
Even blocking the Sunlight to reach on earth
The Sunbeams were far still away from his place
And the solutions too were not visible anywhere
He was lost so much so in his deep and perplexing thoughts
That he could not see the messages in the form of blinking lights
Were calling him to pick and press the right knob
To see the solutions too, which so far could not enter his mind
He was trying to mark only already marked some black spots
On the map and missed those, which were blinking low
Due to too many pre tried strong notions, which were hovering in his mind,
Leaving hardly a small space for the new solutions to come in
The tall man fell asleep in the early morning hours, when it was still dark
And the Sun beams and morning glow were still far far away from him
His Good Morning was still to come from him
And many in the outside world were waiting for him to wake-up,
So the tired world may get some sound sleep
Ravindra
Kanpur India 11th March 2010
• ‘Guns in hand, powder on face and hatred in hearts’.
These words were once spoken by the late President
of India Dr. S. Radhakrishnan, who was also a teacher
of philosophy in UK university and was a great thinker.
Across the green Serengeti land, don't you know
A big road is being built to carry the filth
O where will the wide beasts now go, ever go
Shall we speak, shall we speak or die in guilt?
Cho.
O mother, I cannot sleep
Don't you know night and is just the same
I drink my tears as I weep
I drink my tears as I weep
You got a new man, and it is such a shame
He can't to us a promise keep
Papa, I can't sleep
This man does not love's promise keep
Serengeti, the eternal Eden, is all we creatures know
But the big trucks soon will be killing there
And no longer a river of antelope will flow, will flow
While the lions and deer disappear, disappear
O my green Serengeti, I am weeping for you, for you
I am begging the world to forbid your death
I am begging the world to march with a rage so true
O sweet sanctuary, I am sad, sad with regret
How can I be silent when I hear her cry, do you hear
The muffled sounds of the strangling rape
The vampire needs her blood for a cell phone vein, beware
For twitter is silent while our mother is raped
[They are about to mine the Serengeti, the largest animal sanctuary in Tanzania, for
minerals to make cell phones. They have began the building of a commercial freeway
through its center for trucks. Poets, nature lovers, ecologists, Christians cannot
know this and do nothing ... every Congressman must be implored, every news
paper editor must be solicited, it is our own life we are fighting for. Protect the
Serengeti!]