Nature Blank Verse Poems | Examples
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Each beginning is followed by an end.
The laws of nature carry this plan out-
a cycle that may dominate in full
throughout all levels of great Cosmic space.
Our seasons pass- Spring to Summer, to Fall.
Then Winter sleep will last until rebirth
renews the cycle to begin again-
presenting patterns of these natural laws.
And so the Cosmos, that gigantic realm
which dominates the birth and death of stars!
Perhaps it will implode upon itself
to then burst out into a new Big Bang?
Just as the seasons, rebirth comes again
since it exists in everything we know?
Pigeon
The pigeon is thinking
Oh, where shall I fly
I’ve had a good drink
From the birdbath outside.
I can go where I want to
A yard or ten miles
No limits, no hold ups
No terminals ever
God gave me the right
To fly where I want to
He'll always provide
I don’t have to worry
Whatever the scene.
I could say one moment
One day at a time
That’s all I’ve been given
So fly, pigeon fly.
Help me learn from a birdie
Like Jesus once said
Don’t worry, don't fret
Tomorrow will worry
Its own things about.
Read Matthew chapter 6, verse 34!
A gull glides slowly
Through the cloud-grey sky
No sign of hurry,
No hint of worry
Content thus to fly.
Dramatic contrast
To the traffic down below
Human hurry
Human rush
As though its sinful
To go slow.
Maybe somehow
In a very little while
I’ll let time take
Its gentle course
And gull-like
Peaceful go.
I thought I’d have to leave my favored spot
and go inside this warm and humid day.
My pleas for respite must have been perceived,
for Nature sent a lilting, soothing breeze,
enabling me to have more time outdoors.
Wonderful autumn colours
Enhance the branches,
Shrubs and bushes,
Hedges, trees.
The leaves have done
Their summer work
Of cleansing air
And feeding vegetation.
As daylight shortens
Leaves downwards sail
Recycling
Into needy soil.
A glorious process
God’s design
Without which
All of poor mankind
Would lifeless sink
And see no more
His glory
In autumn.
I must have been an Indian in another life
for I see the Great Father
in the clouds
I hear him in the trees, loving the way
he makes the cottonwood leaves twinkle
and flutter in silver and gray prettiness
I give thanks to him staring into a cumulus cloud
fluffy as a cotton ball, unmoving and serious
it makes me laugh
if my feet worked like they used to, I would twirl
around and around staring into the sky
loving the feel of nature as it silently watches
there is so much to appreciate and adore in the world
yellow daffodils, aromatic lilacs, fuzzy mosses,
big juicy red tomatoes
I spin a tiny bit
for I cannot
not spin….
What joy to see the end of winter days
As snowdrops rise with bells of ermine white,
The signal that winter has reached its end.
More hours of precious daylight now appear
And no longer the shroud of gloomy grey.
At last we wake up from that long cold night
And look forward to seeing saffron show
When from the black loam purple petals rise.
An infant shoot - a tight green crook
Boldly it rises to assert
With confidence its back unfurls
Now upright it spreads out its arms
Thus fronds set free from fledgling fern
Soon it grows into adult form
With reproductive spores to spread
And produce offspring fiddle-heads.
The knocking on the door we do not hear.
Is it that our hearing become poor.
Could it be our ignorance and arrogance
As we still plunder earth and dump our waste?
Seems our role here is to abuse nature,
For we shall rule and she shall be servile.
But now the tipping point comes to torment.
The backlash now arrives - a sobering thought.
Tis clear we’ve sown the seeds of our demise.
We saw the early signs and looked away.
But now we are facing wilder weather.
Do we not hear the knocking on our door?
catfish, seagull, deer, squirrel, grasshopper, Luna moth
each leaving their mark on the world, in their best way
dragonfly, cardinal, monarch, spiritual orbs, sharing truths
hypersensitive individuals pay attention to their lessons.
Learning the intricacies and beauties of the forest too.
the secrets of the apple trees, and the acorn mothers.
Listening to the wind, paying attention to rustle of grasses.
Tree of knowledge is not in a church, school or library.
Tree of knowledge is without and within.
Soul searching, meditation, praying, stilling yourself.
Learning what you can from each encounter with nature.
And God’s creatures and critters, who were sent to teach us.
The stone that felled the Philistine
Was just a common river stone,
Worn smooth by the waters of the Jordan
Over years of being eroded and diminished,
Weathering the turbulence of existence
With stoic indifference.
It was just another rock,
Undistinguished by its nature,
Until that day it fostered legend,
Being useful for the tumult it endured.
Remember that the next time
You’re feeling old, tired, and useless.
You may yet come to be handy
In service of some noble endeavor
Because of having been so harshly fashioned,
And so smoothly polished.
"To everything there is a season
And a time for every purpose under heaven."
Our "true nature"
Sometimes
Named as nothing
(Awareness or
Consciousness
Or perhaps
Potato
Are equivalent..)
The hidden line
In the story is
Nothing IS all:
Appearing as
All imagined
Names..including
Nothing..and as
This stream of
Inadequate words...
Rock a breeze baby enjoyed the window wind
It was gentle on his face, and it lulled him to sleep
His slumber was full of marvelous enjoyable things
He slept soundly, believing he was part of nature
Staying immersed in
The story..
A story of immersion
And the seeming
Wish to escape the
Story..which is
Impossible because
The wish and attempts
Are the story too..
It's all story
But somehow the
Empty nature of the
Story may be sensed
Which can seem
As a bit
Of heaven on earth..!
First motion is practiced at sunrise
With devout courage and humble strength,
Unobserved, unguided, and alone.
First motion glides over the accent.
Some say swan dive, some jack-knifed tractor trailer,
Balanced graceful as a feather on the sharp edge of a sword.
First motion goes down with a karma chaser.
Repeat until you leave with empty pockets.
First motion isn’t drunk, just happy-go-lucky.
First motion is taken as given,
Today, and the day after today, and tomorrow.
Having so prepared, one is ever poised to face battle.
As Prince Arjuna knows, this world is no place for pussies.