Best Rainforest Poems
Emerald Forests
Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.
Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.
If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.
Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill in my heart, sadly this is true
The coffee pot sings, an attempt to lift spirits
I confess I welcome even this small endeavor
A machine trying to cheer me up,
In this a cold cold cold world
How can this be?
Me so thirsty and cold?
I hypnotically prepare for another day
As I curse Al Gore
I see you all scurry from here to god knows where
Curious I ponder what’s the rush?
Snow falls from a dreary sky
A blanket of white to chill us even more
A child romps happily in springtime meadows
Chasing butterflies and dreams
His heart now filled with Vodka Ice
How did such warmth turn into an ancient glacier?
In the subway deep underground
I see a stranger, a woman, tears falling
Icicles form under her eyes
She too has a frozen heart
I would hug her, with words of comfort
If not for the invisible cold barrier between us
We are many on this subway of desire
So close, yet we all feel the northern winds of loneliness
This world of love and compassion has become frozen
We have forgotten the season of spring
We have been frozen out of emotions garden
We shiver here in the cold together alone
I rise up from the subways depths
I know my heart was murdered by the arctic winds
Something inside of me , cries
Go Go Go melt something, anything
I pass the newsstand selling flowers
I buy one single rose
The woman with icicle tears is nearby
I hand her this rose
I whisper, what this planet needs
Is some global warming
She smiles a sad thank you
As I walk away, hoping
Global warming takes hold
Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on wildflowers glow
Oscillating shadows in gusting, windy, woes
Amidst bears’ huffs, woofs, raging ugly growl
When raccoons coyly snarl at foxes’ feral-howl
Hiding from pitter-patter of tropical rainfall
In heavenly paradise as birdsongs toll daylong
Serenading the land where liberty is paramount
In forest of my dreams’ blossoming sanctuary~
A temple, a hideaway, a refuge, an ecosystem,
A reserve for humanity, a shrine for sanctity,
In equilibrium, edifying calmness and peace
Where elixir of sacred life flows in holy streams
Sustaining earth’s renewal in tranquil harmony.
April 17, 2021
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from three miles away
the unmistakable sounds~
of howlers chorus
a slithering snake.
crushing prey without mercy~
green anaconda
small eyed black caiman
twenty foot alligator ~
watching and waiting
waiting in the trees
unsuspecting deer walks by~
a jaguar strikes
through overlapping branches
laser beams of sunlight pierce ~
the dense canopy
worlds largest rodent
like a giant guinea pig~
capybara dives
painful insect sting
as painful as a gunshot~
the bullet ants bite
rainforest rivers
home to pods of pink mammals~
fresh water dolphins
jesus christ lizards
walking across the water~
miracles happen
hanging upside down
eating green vegetation~
slow moving sloths
native indians
rub poison on arrow tips~
from the green dart frog
a very short tail
long shaggy coat and red face~
bald vakari swings
face of a lion
now an endangered species~
lion tamarin
pygmy tribes food source
monkeys, pigs and antelope~
hunting to survive
Written 6th October 2018
THE FAIRY TALE
Long ago, far away
As the elderly birch trees say
There lived a beautiful girl, in the castle of misty dreams,
Her eyes were abyssal,covered by angel's wings
The smell of mystery lingered in her dark hair
But she never smiled,never talked,dark clouds hovering o'er her pallid face
Dreams and dreams hurried away through the window of her distant gaze.
No wonder the castle hid itself in the fog of loneliness,
All day long it cried and cried waiting for the sunlight.
Till one day the winds raced,through the walls of the dark castle
Every tree and every bird looked in awe,as God glided through the forest
He moved in speed towards that window, the once silent forest gossiped about his arrival.
Her little heart jumped and hummed like the commotion outside,
To catch a glimpse of him she spread her gaze wide..
He loomed across her window, still, for the first time.
He thought, he found, what he searched, whom he knew through the ages
All the happiness came alive as letters out of the amber pages.
She knew she cried, she never smiled as she was waiting to be found,
Watching him so close by, her heart rhymed the only sound.
The clouds raced far away,
Through the mist the sunrays made way,
the misty dreams melted away.
One embrace,one silent gaze,she smiled, the alabaster foam danced over the waves,
The rosy colour flew across her beautiful face.
The trees sang, the birds tweeted, the octaves danced on their own
The seeds of love found their way out of the rock one again.
Long ago, far away...
The castle glowed, the gloom faded away..
I love it when Spring finally comes
The buds showing their little sprouts
Yes indeed from this seasons of four
I'm awake many sleeping plants shout
I love it when I walk through the parks
When these buds turn to a sea of green
Forgotten are the plants being so stark
This birthing season just has to be seen
I love it when I sit on the park benches
When the breeze caresses Sakura trees
The airs scented by their pinky blossoms
Mother nature and man in total agree
When I retire I'll grow a green thumb for
I love it when Spring finally comes
a paradise of plumage,
swoops through the tall tangled trees,
spreading seeds in the forest-
loud calls and songs fill the breeze . . .
Jueju/qijue form - 7 syllable lines
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a glass butterfly,
with transparent wings,
rests on a wet fern-
oh such lovely things!
Jueju/wujue form - 5 syllables
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February 27, 2017
Jueju
A woodland finds calmness through her presence,
gently brushing the red garlands
with flights of hundred moths.
In Praise Of a Kimo for nette onclaud
Carly Lalion---16 Feb 2015
Visual 1
Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha)
Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly;
Or do they?
Do they have a choice in the matter?
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively,
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly?
Do ultrasound tickles
tickle soundly by nature?
Or do they learn,
by nurture,
to cause ultra tickles?
Or alas,
do nature and nurture
are tickle-dancing together,
as they always have?
Now,
talking about my tickled trunk:
Does a lonely tree
fallen in the forest
of human ignorance
make a sound (perhaps an ultra sound),
when tickled by the seeing sounds of climate change?
Can the ultra sounds
of the worried hearts,
of those who have "washed their eyes"
see one another?
Can they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
the fallen tree's sound of ultra pain?
Of ultra warning?
A peaceful dawn in a verdant rainforest
Stretching and lowering their head submissively
Two tiger cubs in a fun frolic play and kittens yowl
Actively under trees, limbs, and leaf brushes passivity
Hugs, scratches, bites, and tiger growls
Along comes a black heart face gibbon
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed
No tail, arms as long as his body like ribbons
Teasing he joins in “You can’t catch me! Yes indeed!”
Swinging from branch to branch in high- speed
Reaching for the cubs as fast as he could
He pulls their ears and pulls their tail to take heed
Can't seem to get enough of play since he began
The cubs jump and stretch and extended their claws
With all their efforts falling back to the ground with no avail
They suck and draw breath playing hide-seek to get their jaws
on the gibbon. From behind, the gibbon stood on the ground
and pulled their tails
They turned and chased as fast as they could and failed
Worn out conveying a lack of interest they walked away
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed he stopped and inhaled,
“Where are you going? He wailed.
I’m not done playing?
Come back to play another day. “
3/13/2020
9/9/2016 added top line
Loving Nature without loving God is a neat trick
But as I love Nature, how could I complain?
Are you a humanist? Spinoza a guy with a large brain
Defined God as Nature; if one is not the other, then please do take your pick
When you are very civilized the wild jungle or temptation:
-Less your cup of tea-
Then God surely is not Love, how bitter can you be?
Without moral compass: (We are so rude) Without chlorophyll: damnation
Without morals indeed I may be lost. Without life much worse:
God without Nature: it’s just no good, or to me, a curse.
Nature excluding God’s creation, I add, gave birth to the capitalist his saw
He logged the wood, set fire to the Amazon and this he named the law
Since the two, towards each other being amorous:
Nature and its God, as Spinoza be my guide: synonymous
The Tears of Gaia
Wash down over a silent place,
Washing clean our plastic,
Our Empty cans, our debris,
Tears flowing gently over,
Humanity’s darkest fruits,
A child stands with her arms outstretched,
Waiting for the winds to change,
Waiting for sun light to break through clouds,
For daylight to kiss tired sleeping skins,
For Lost Poets, artists, visionaries, story tellers,
Myth makers, alchemists to awaken from their sleep;
She waits;
She waits for Healers to arise from their shallow graves,
For dreamers to dream us a new place,
For lovers to show us how to kiss again,
For the healed,
To allow the Tears of Gaia
to flow
Freely once again.
John Roberts
Deforestation;
blades cut a swathe through foliage:
beauty has its price.
As the first man alive to be king of a tropical rainforest
I can guarantee this reign will be far from the shortest
What I'm trying to say is my heart is the forest
The trees are the veins, the animals are the cells, the river is my blood, and my girl is
the tourist
When we are on good terms all the little birdies chirp
On the phone at night, I'm relaxed like a bear when he burps
Kissing slowly like a sloth when he shimmy across a tree
Sucking on her islands like pollen being sucked by a bee
Not all rainforests have life full of bliss
A bolt of lightning nearly hit the Tree of Heaven but it missed
Great
Now I see a stratus cloud coming, that's what I really hate
Now all of a sudden, birds quickly scatter away
Like feelings of my girl thinking go or stay
Floods drowning all life as the land animals die
It rains it pours like the tears falling free from my eyes
Trading saliva when we kiss wetter than a waterfall
Lions, tigers, kangaroos, giraffs, it is a free-for-all
I'm swinging on her heart, like a monkey swings on a tree, I pray we both don't fall
She bit me, now love is in my blood, like a mosquito carries malaria
The storm ends and the sky opens up from happiness because I can marry her
Down the aisle I will carry her
Like a cheetah carries her young
Not cold in the heart because here the snowfall never begun
Attack those hunters who dare carry a gun
Like haters because love...they don't get none
In the forest animals have fun
In a relationship couples become one
My heart is a tropical rainforest
Locked in her embrace, she's warmer than porridge
I got her now, I have it all, and my heart and feelings are no longer in storage
Calm patter of rain
Birds chirping with happiness
Apes swinging on vines