Best Rain Forests Poems
the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.
a rounded light of gold
above the purple clouds
spots a blue filtered peak.
trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried
to fill barren ground.
mammals of every kind lay unseen,
asleep and covered in blankets green.
and I wonder,
I wonder who,
who would nullify?,
this bouquet...
of sweetly scented
awes!
With Love
22~12~2014
There is a little sprinkling of love down deep,
a wee twinkling (light) ---
without which we couldn't exist;
like light upon the sleeping cove,
faint in the thick night,
afar yet it (glows),
the bloom from the rose has kissed the momentous
(moment)
Its (body) stem could only pretend to tear into life;
its little vision once as a puddle for a pond,
now the She-Earth has poured her life breath ---
and wept into wild rivers seeking the edges of the world,
the rain forests welcome her flow of lovely;
rainbow waves, and bubbles to bounce
where children play,
whence the nestled nightingale sings his plea
All of life bound beyond the eye, tethered at last to feel,
to see....
what is in front of thee;
the mountain moans, the mountain groans!
the felt whispered winds all Earth within,
the body weens into mind, emotion, things unseen...
What of worlds, and wolds of vast cosmos,
a quasar billions of might of Earth's sun,
yet a soul singular,
more mighty than thy many quasar flight?
The mother defys death to save her babe ---
in it all the world is saved,
one world enough, upon the galaxies bereaved;
one flower to make a universe,
and set it upon its course of so much more....
One from which flows the waterfall,
the tumbling tender truth;
from kind thought ---
your life to have all anew,
a fresh poured cure, to mold
endure....
what God would have of you;
a mighty wave upon the ramparts,
a new love upon the land,
a bloom forthwith,
sing ye, all Kings and Queens of Earth!
***Written in 2015***
the lullaby of tropical birds sketches
the sounds of the early morning air
a spotlight of gilded rays
above purple clouds
traces a blue filtered peak
trees unite warmly
feed on the drizzle of rain
like a nectar gifted
native plants
spill in colors hurried
fill the barren ground
mammals of every kind unified lay unseen
asleep and covered in blankets green
and i wonder
wonder who
who would nullify
this bouquet
of sweetly scented
awes
I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom,
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in the velveteen clouds,
gracefully gliding toward mountains clayed with honeysuckle-glazed minerals;
I’ve been a keeper of secrets lost in the mists of time,
embracing the glowing sun that illuminates fields of fern,
whilst hope rests beneath my indigo feathers, guiding rose gold flocks.
Sometimes falcons and eagles are ignorant to my survival instincts-
they search for a sign to prey on my maternal prowess;
I mimic their frequency to deceive sharpened fangs and talons,
for I can hear whispers from miles of silence echoing amidst predatory darkness.
So find me in the wilderness, I am a harlequin macaw conquering depths of dense thicket trees.
“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~
Quote by Poet
I
am like
tattered twigs
on dying trees,
facing freckled skies~
watered with blooming grief,
as tainted roots of life-lines~
keeps carrying emerald scars,
scattered along feathered rain-forests,
where devious dragonflies and cross-eyed~
crickets croon remnants of forgotten times.
There, fluorescent wild-flowers eavesdrop,
mocking tales of my weathered wings.
But will the rain ever see
how the sun in my soul
still spreads rose gold light,
across torn skies,
adorned with
splintered
dreams…
Sweet petrichor, you rise like a phoenix
from the moist lush green vegetation,
filling my nostrils with your earthy essence.
Tell me, is it any wonder that the sky cries?
Peering down at the earth’s destruction she sobs bitterly.
Her torrent of tears causes rivers to burst their banks,
houses built on flood plains are in peril from a deluge of water.
It is the greed of man who ruins our earth
Changing the natural course of rivers,
constructing houses in areas of coastal erosion,
destroying our rain forests for filthy lucre.
Is it any wonder that the sky cries?
Peering down at the earth’s destruction she sobs bitterly.
Rain Contest Sponsored Eve Roper
06~08~16
Over used simplicity
no matter how true
yet here I am
running through the rain forests
chasing demons in the breeze
I wish to capture one and all
banish them all to the devils hell
so that when I wake up this very next day
all my friends can come out and play
no more pain
virus or flu
no anxiety or fear of the past
only fresh air
A day at a time
we all count this way
I am just thankful
when I make angels laugh!
wiping tears away
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Over used simplicity
no matter how true
yet here I am
running through the rainforest
chasing demons in the breeze
I wish to capture one and all
banish them all to the devils hell
so that when I wake from where ever fallen
all my friends can come out and play
friends and inner child can dance on clouds
no more pain
maladies or grip
no anxiety or fear of the past
only fresh air
A day at a time
we all count this way
I am just thankful
when I make angels laugh!
wiping tears away
The year is 2310
Humans still inhabit this earth
When they view all around them
It hardly seems worth
For their ancestors before them
Never heard what was said
If they continued to abuse her
In two hundred years she'll be dead
As they look out their windows
And view as they say
As they scroll through their histories
The world their ancestors knew in their day
They lived at the time
When their world was at lush
Where animals were still with them
Some demised to a hush
The Polar circles were threatened
By mans carbon emissions
They never heard what was said
About common sense missions
Their populations exploded
As they struggled to feed
Their richer got richer
Conglomerate greed
The life of their planet
Continually plundered and raped
Rain forests destroyed
Barren lands now drape
Conflicts were rife
Guerrilla warfare the norm
Pales into significance
From the 90's Desert Storm
As they look out their windows
And view as they say
As they scroll through their histories
The world their ancestors threw away
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Extolling spring, oh, the robins are singing,
Lauding red-maple, bluebirds are frolicking,
There trills a cardinal fervent in courtship
Where on dogwood soulmate is gawking
And joining the symphony goldfinches fly in
Peeking from redbud, clad in blossoms pink,
Reveling in affirmation: season is blooming;
Some are scouting for earthworms in grass,
Some are building nests, wooing romance,
Playful in blue, red, yellow, and dark brown
Wafting aerial stance sweetest is their sound.
Yes, they’re aware I’m watching their show
Peering through windows, they come and go
And slyly they spy when my beloved arrives—
Orioles now drop-by aiming jealous vibes
As sparrows stealthily pry, hovering close by;
Not till she feeds them, do I hear their sigh,
Swirling in pairs they choreograph up high--
Ah, such a thrill it is to see them merrily fly!
Alas, this friendship is built on fragile bond:
When their nests are empty they’ll be gone--
Rain forests to explore and oceans to cross,
Flexing life’s liberties they’ll span on and on
Perhaps to return to where they came from,
Perhaps to opulence of freedom paramount.
February 26, 2021
Placed 2nd: Spring Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite you on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many of which, are sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
© Jack Ellison 2014
Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept
They invite viewers on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef
Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many are very sacred and spiritual
Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last
Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the distant horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing
And now a massive hole in the ozone layer
Global warming, not really mentioned before
Like all the wild life and all of the agriculture
Fossil fuels were burning, destroying the core
Rain forests now fast becoming waste lands
Polluting the atmosphere with our toxic waste
And to think all of this done at our own hands
Before long there won't be any human race
Change's in the weather, changes in altitudes
And this only contributes to famine and disease
If we're so clever why not change our attitudes?
Perhaps were blind to it all, no one then see's
That the situation is only going to perpetuate
We are warned by mother earth, mother nature
We will one day pay for the damage we create
Is it worth doing something now? rather than later
note ................
AGAIN A BIT MORE OF A POLITICAL AND UNIVERSAL ISSUE A BIT LIKE THAT
OF WORLDS STATE, A JILTED BENERATION , AND ELEMENTS OF LIFE
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this I did mention brefliy in the original version of worlds state but something
wanted to write about seperlety similer to worlds state in the fact a never of many
issues that needs adressing though I do think the goverment has the power to do a lot
if they wanted to instead of dictaing these so called public school boys
why was this issue not adressd years ago in the fiftys sixes so on
the war cant be helping to the atmosphere
NOTE TO READERS OK LIKE OTHERS THIS WAS ON HERE BEFORE FELT A BIT TOO LONG DRAWN
WANTED TO UPDATE PUT INTO BETTER CONTEXT INSPERATION FROM RECENT NEWS AND WHATS HAPPING AT MOMENT
BUT WE HAVE HAD PLENTY OF WARNING
I dont kn ow to much on this subject so lously put togeather .....................................
Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist!
A wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
Its' pristine unsullied views, lush wilderness, verdant bushes, aromatic wild blooms, resplendent orchids, rippling rills, are untouched and sacred!
The Angami tribes, the thorpes' dwellers lead an uncustomary simple life, crammed with ancient, timeless traditions and practices, with nature's absolute accord!
The unique panaromic cultivation practice, terrace farming, sprawling on the slopes makes the very sight elating!
Look, the remote richest biodiversity region is twirling with the endemic scented native flora and fauna, the boscage are cramming with untamed wild colourful fruits!
The revered cultural bird, the grey-billed Tragpon, is intoning from the bushes, making the milieu frolic!
Myriads of colourful birds are migrating to nestle in the sacred bushes of the mystic rills!
The pellucid drops from the misty mesas of nearby cascades are playing with the colourful pebbles!
Far from the pandemic, the cherubic hilly terrain is bustling with cerulean rills, shrouded by tropical rain forests and stepped paddy fields!
How finite are the rustic folks' wants and needs, the primitive shanties to dwell, the crystal cascades to quench, the crops of the golden fields to feed the mouths, the vibrant fiestas with nature's changing seasons to celebrate!
A paragon of men and nature in absolute harmony, is lying placidly, the transcendental picturesque tableland, Khonoma, the wheezing green hamlet, an utopia untrodden to bless the naive natives of the far flung highland!
" Sometimes in quest of no man's Utopia, we may miss the existing unleashed Utopia in proximity, yet untrodden " Quote by poet
November 11th 2021
Contest: " U" contest, New Poems Only
Sponsored by: Constane La France
I Wish I was a Sloth
I wish I was a Sloth, hanging from a Tree,
Because If I was a Sloth; no more work for me.
The pace of life would suit me fine,
No need to be there, no need to be on time.
Suspended floppily upside down,
No need of excitement, no need of a frown.
I’d have to be a Vegan Sloth, eat only berries and fruits,
No Insects or Lizards, just healthy nutritious shoots.
I’d be right at home, in the rain forests of Peru,
After all, in England, it rains a lot here too.
I wouldn’t have to wear my three-piece suit or tie,
Spend my days naked, looking toward the sky.
So, I wish I was a Sloth hanging from a Tree,
If I was a Sloth, such happiness the life for me.
Written and entered on Poetry Soup 6th May 2018
Entry for John's Sonnet 2018 contest
Written 6th May 2018
Majestically they've stood since time had its start
rising on a cartographer's global elevational chart
Mountain ranges, wondrous works of God's creation
that eyes have beheld for centuries with fasination
Come along with me on this adventure as my ally
to the towering mountains as they reach for the sky
Let's honor them in our traveling journal of rhyme
penning of their beauty after the challenge of a climb
We'll walk along the Great Smoky ridges of misty blue
much closer to where clouds leave their traces of dew
On to the Catskills, and Appalachians in the Northeast
The States have many ranges, a mountain lover's feast!
We'll journey West to the Rockies to visit Pike's Peak
marveling at the views that tourists call its 'mystique'
We can take the Cog Railway to the top, hike it or drive
Isn't it wonderful that mountains make us feel so alive?
The Northwest's Cascades allow us to climb up three
from their crests, The Pacific Ocean we'll be able to see
Mt. St. Helens, Shasta, and the picturesque, Rainier
For you and I, my faithful ally, will have nothing to fear
Now we'll fly across that ocean to the island of Hawaii
Trek through rain forests and shade of a banyon tree
To the summits of Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa we'll go
Then leave volcanic shores in search of mounts of snow
Our destination-Mt. Fuji on the Japanese island of Honshu
We'll reach its grand summit, if it's the last thing we do
Success will be ours, then press on to the highest of all
Mount Everest stands at almost thirty thousand feet tall
The Himalayans are a challenge many climbers have taken
Our adventure'd be incomplete if this one we had forsaken
Travel time is growing short so we must again move on
Up the slopes of Olympus, Vesuvius, and the Matterhorn
To mountain tops we have missed, I'll soon be traveling
and catch a glimpse of those views that are simply dazzling
You're welcome to join me again, as my ally in the clouds
where we'll find complete serenity, away from noisy crowds
August 12th, 2017
Mountains contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver