Best Scenery Poems
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Amidst the changing scenery
as faces come and go
Names reflect the differences
of those we’ve come to know
Along a winding avenue
where store fronts sell their wares
Traffic lights of red and green
change too among the stares
Where sunshine breaks the foggy mist
and clear as any bell
A ringing forms about my ears,
a song I know so well
I look around and hope I see
this beauty I desire
A butterfly upon the wind
keeps soaring ever higher
And as I reach to grab a hold
those wings of pastel gleam
She flutters just beyond my reach
as if some kind of dream
I hang my head in misery,
another wasted day
The love that I was longing for
has somehow got away
Clouds now build in grey design
my smile has run aground
Happiness is not on sale
not anywhere I’ve found
While narrow sidewalks lead the way
quite keen to every crack
My focus finds a forward view
I just cannot look back
When there upon the front door steps
these tear filled eyes they spy
Waiting near the welcome mat
my precious butterfly
And suddenly the bluest skies
appear high up above
For in this changing scenery
I’ve found my one true love
A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.
Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.
Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.
Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous
Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.
A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!
Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!
Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.
For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor
But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
SCENERY TO PAINT
Every day we reviewed them in parade attitude
Along the Snake River in the Tetons’ solitude,
Or at attention on the banks of the Volga
In the infinite taiga -
In neat ranks along river terraces
Warm dark firs mixed with yellow acer,
All with the wind slowly leaning,
Their branches across the river-ice signalling
To great endless squadrons of their fellows :
In spring with their full flowers - yellows :
An army in a gold and topaz uniform
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform ;
And in fall with their rich golden foliage
Always polished and ready for duty with courage.
In poor soil, in tough climate, these were heroes
Prepared for all their tomorrows.
Each morning we watched “Reveille” parade
In the dawn’s early light; and the evening shade
Gave “taps” for that heroic multitude -
The taiga’s topaz army, in golden solitude.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest ...Paint the world...
“When from nowhere gloomy clouds veer,
from nature’s scenery I get gems of cheer.”- By Poet
As the air ripples with the rhythmic joy of spring,
the melodic whisper of the southern wind
serenades with the tune of rhapsody.
The sinking sun sets ablaze
the sedate skyline on the cold fire of color,
as the hued flimsy fleet of clumps of cloud sail.
Pearls of opalescent dew bejewel the meadow,
the bent blades of green grass shimmer,
wearing the sparkling crown of splendor.
The mist drifts away from the spotless lucent sky,
turning into silken canvas of shining sapphire,
as in the barren boughs the satin leaves sprout.
The buds burst with colors from the winter freeze,
pristine petals unfurl on the fresco of flowers,
gleam of grandeur envelopes the mesmeric garden,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter
in the scented aura through the sunshine shower.
My window frames the beautiful spring scenery.
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April 10, 2023
Word Chosen : Scenery
Contest : Writing Challenge - "S" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
WHICH POEM TO READ?
Adore a poem that fascinates and entices me
Touching each heart string with sadness or glee
Poets that pen imaginatively and bring,
Fantasy to life, love poems now that's my thing,
Then, look for a read with breath taking scenery!
Like it when Poets of themselves describe,
To this kind of poetry I ascribe,
Look for writes, in which I see
The crazy, creative, arty side of me
Or an unexpected ending,I enjoy and prescribe.
To be Entered in
"Fave Poetry Contest" Sponsored by; Line Gauthier
in the bliss of blooms
in the richness of old gold
chattering I hear
day of fresh breezes
in luxurious summer
brookside in fragrance
starry-eyed starling
his song carried by the wind
a romantic dream
The flames in the woodstove dance
Bringing warmth to a cold, rainy day
Mountain weather is up and down this May
Flowers are blooming in sunny days of chance
To show off their colors and bring hope
Smiles, freedom and laughter in sight
Birds all around are taking flight
Nature brings relief and scenery to cope
Heidi Sands
5/4/22
Cobblestone streets
In an Old Italian town
Scents of breads and of wine
A sense of tradition
A world of romance
A feeling, I’d like to make mine.
Traveling here
The sun on my back
A village of beauty; pristine.
The wonderful accents
The land of amore
The quaint Italian scene.
The Scottish Highlands;
purple painted landscape and
snow dusted mountains.
Majestic eagle;
soars high over mountain top
calling to his mate.
Mushrooms
and
meadows
Sunshine
and
shadows
Gentle
ripples on
the calm
river
Foaming
rapids in
white
water
The jungle
echoes in
the semi-
darkness
while
daylight
creepy
crawlies
clear the
mess.
Peasants
seen
toiling and
pheasants
go
scratching
as I spy a cricket kinda'
somersaulting
The cactus in
imagination, the
desert's prickly
femmefatale
Elsewhere a lone fallen
leaf
floats in the canal
Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
But in town, ladies go
shopping
Swans have formed a V-
line
The flora is ooh yes
divine
and bees they form a
bee-line!
Seista seizes birdlovers
too
They miss out on the
hoopoe's
song
for the hoopoe it does
not sing
on cue
since a bird may sing
anytime
to woo
Gosh what a contrasted
medley became of the
scenery
Town and jungle, the
eve's
murk or dawn's greenery.
Ah wherever you go
nature's
so panoramic
Painters paint pictures
but God
actually created what's
picturesque!
Yellow leaf slowly
floating to mourn with others
as tall maples shed
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Sailing along I sing with glee
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
one drowsy day’s afternoon
by a pond where green leafy reeds swaying in a breeze
the sun enjoys a nap enveloped in a halo, the own glory
on the gentle weaves
a water strider gliding on the water with his long legs;
on a reed leaf a dragonfly sat atop of it and puts the pieces of broken sky
into his eyes larger than the sky to draw a picture of complete sky
the shirr chirrup of a cicada carried by the wind comes by the pond
searching a shade of a tree, but when he couldn’t find a one other than
the slender reeds stand by the everything-standstill pond, flies away grumbling
“no matter how desperate i am, i cannot sing a song hanging on a petty reed!
it’s an insult, it’s a disgrace to my reputation”
then the time, i wonder what’s made him so happy,
attired with all colorful patches of silk pieces garment
comes whistling and wanders in the fields and mountains
that is covered only a color of deep green; and dyes it with
spray of all imaginable colors you can think of:
before being sprayed colors were dry
a hotheaded wind makes an abrupt appearance,
letting colorful leaves ahead of him to raise a fuss
once again in the woods calm and peaceful
surprised by the commotion the birds fly away,
the crickets fill up a vacancy and collect leaves named decay
in the wood; tossing ashes after burning them in the lowly hanging
evening glow and long night’s chilling air
and as chilling air becomes dew the crickets wail forth dirges
followed by the lonely reeds cry, then the season stained with
so many mixed emotions drift away with the cloud;
and as the night deepens the stars fall,
the moonlight reflecting on the water glimmers,
a piece of wind torn by the wind behind goes
stepping on the mountainside path lifting a fluttering funeral streamer
picture#2
Poetically see...me...
On top of a rock reaching my limits.
The luminous sky awakening my eerie thoughts.
A reflection of oneself cascading on this black void-which many prefer to be called a lake in the darkest of nights.
Where I stand is where I'll be
out by the lake on a rock, is that a tree?
With my horrid eyesight I get to only see
the reflecting on my innermost thoughts
glorified by the beauty of this scenery.
picture#2
Beautiful celestial crystals grip the earth by the neck
And all servants of shiver on the skin pore deck.
A Tit in elegance flaps her leathery wings
And sings all blessings that winter brings.
Nude trees coated by soft pile of snow
Stand in awe and worship the silvery glow.
The Robins can never be left out,
The sweethearts of the very cold sprout
Dressed in orange-red and glittering brown feathers
And offer adoration to the cold weather.
No charmer like the winter's silvery gown
That carpets the dull face of every town.
THEME: WINTER SCENERY.
For Francine Roberts' contest: A winter couplet