Nature Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
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"No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure,"
Yet 'tis thou, Prometheus who providest our hope
And makest pause the miserable rain
That heaven weeps,
Knowing our oppressors
Use God's name in vain,
Feeding the fearfulness of man
A pride and vile medicine—
Making writhe and twist,
His very nature
Till he stands
Housed in darkness,
Shadows of his
Former self.
Forgetful, the light
That can never be
Extinguished
Within him.
He would follow
A path set before him,
Rather than his own
Guiding star.
Lost.
Streams of passion with their ebbs and flows as waters dancing to rivers twisting call, so my obsessions rise and in time they sleep growing and fading bringing change to my life.
Directions and pressures guide me through this world and though I attempt to control them it is they that often do me as I stand a creature refined..... yet… maybe not......
Driven by the needs and passions of nature, existing on this earth spinning without purpose gone in a flicker leaving no more than a vapor of thought.
What was thought important and tied to a universe of beliefs found pointless and inconsequential in the rush of the galaxies.
Thus I choose…… to let passion reign.
Darrell
Skeptical midst truth
deceiving self with hope's bliss
while struggling against pride
then battling over jealousy
as triumph missed mark of confidence...
oh, vain glorying becomes inevitable
along agony to accept flaws...
here am I succumbing
yielding ego upon divine altar
striving to persist, and now express:
"forgive me."
Such is what heart beseeches.
Distant clouds seem settled upon city towers bringing odd blend to nature and man. Odd in the thought for though of nature, man separates himself in his every action. Concrete and steel raised to intrude and make forceful their existence, yet nature with ages wisdom smiles with knowing smile the age of man shall pass and all his doings with him.
He was about thirty
when he left home,
a strong man by then,
and a skilled carpenter.
He'd helped Joseph
build most of the houses
in this village you know.
It was so hard..
to let him go,
nobody believed
he could possibly be
the messiah of the writings,
even though everyone
knew of that miracle of the wine,
over in Cana.
My he was a good son,
I was so proud of him..
was that so wrong of me?
Even though I knew ever since
he was in my womb,exactly
who he was.
He was my firstborn you know ..my eldest..
such a loving,caring nature.
We are only as a being of what
A breathing creature of nature
A devine soul of a breathe
Molecule of extreme DNA make
What is Meaning of Life
Except that to be free, to love
Of hatred and greed do we kill
Not just of the soul but spirit as well
A dying meaning of life
Here today,gone tomorrow; yesterday thought
A heart like gold,tears share emotion
Kindness of one's heart we share alike
But in darkness what we become
The meaning of life,who are we
Is there purpose or just to live n~die
It is our instincts to love we strive
For better or worse, even in death we care
But those who pull trigger, what do they care
Except life they take be not theirs
Meaning of Life, just to be buried deep in ground
The waves build as the tides of change take their shift, I in my humanity watch through helpless gaze unable to stay the mighty hand of nature with full understanding my time shall soon be swept to mere memory as the dust of time’s past
Thus I take heed to enjoy this day,,,,
this moment.....
my moment in the sun.
Through the seasons of my life I have come to an understanding with Time who by nature slips away offering neither apology nor gratitude , taking in equal trade joy or sorrow with no bias for either shown . For within the years I’ve spent living this life never has stroke of time gained nor faltered at proclamation of my satisfaction or disgruntlement. Thus disbelief has faded from my mind Sun rises and falls without seeking my permission.
" I look into your eyes deeply the silhouette to shadows the light highlights. I see the love there is Love In Your eyes. I come closer to you being embrace we hug feel the sensation the nature of love touch. I hold your hands to face to face I witness your breathing. I feel your pulse the warmness of your touch, feel the love as I whisper in your ear. You acknowledge that you to hear the words of God. Ever so sincere and as our chest rise up and down we found that her body's intertwined. And I realize to the breath of our nostrils are beating Hearts the blood flowing are Vans is sweat coming from the pores of our skin we realize we're, in love"
11/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I live in the woods.
A forest.
Much of it is untouched.
Humans have not been in it for hundreds of years.
Habitat for the wild ones.
We have seen groundhog, beaver, raccoons, opossums, fox, mink,
turtle, squirrel, bunny, deer, fox, and now wolves.
I purposefully left out the two one hundred and ten pound pregnant
pot belly pigs because that is another story.
Elementally Earth:
A speck of celestial matter as meaningless
to time and the universal whole
as a second is to infinity.
Still, this tiny glint of life
is essential to the transcendency of all that is
and should be treasured universally
for the objective reality of the art
and beauty of its Motherhood.
Its birth and poetic symmetry
balances the masterpiece of divinity.
Our task is
to grasp that significance.
The suffering inflicted when I was George Bush
I’ll gladly take back.
This is my calling to give back to society.
Love and fulfillment are fakes, I’ll not give in
evil and good, all I can handle and take in
hard work is a fluke and a trap
to stop me from giving myself an applause.
Nature can give its all, which is why the sun is black
someone’s always telling me
to go to the nearest bank and take it all.
I love the idea because,
I just watched a spider grow to a Hippopotamus
then I realize I can take down the arm forces
to please my possibility of glory
in deliverance to mega winning lottery.
Hope I am making sense!
COPLA 79 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Whatever the Law behind Nature
Naturally flow ways of life:
Come seasons go
Each in his time must grow mature
The fruit that ripens ripens strife:
Must Justice know
Is what’s Immuable thought out
A priori or accidental:
Reason must reign
Nothing’s made of nothing throughout
Everything began in the middle:
Think not in vain
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
COPLA SESENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World
No one denies Life’s stunning rich
What we all have to put up with:
Stark sacrifice
Spite of beast in Man or the Witch
Brains soar limitless heights or width:
As gods we rise
Bad Guys drag us down ugly depths
Role Good Guys must accept as fun:
Who stands to blame
Yin-Yang conflicts not shibboleths
From dying bored stiff keeps Man:
The crying shame
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014