Nature Independence Day Poems | Examples
These Nature Independence Day poems are examples of Independence Day poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Independence Day Nature poems written by international poets.
My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path
The land is full of greed
Remember, That's not what we agreed
Masses continually wallow in pain
Yet our cries is often in vain
Nigeria is another old today
Then it's falling away
The youths they refused to give the way
The old have refused to call it a day
While they have ship in the deep
And , masses continually killed like sheep
Corruption, nepotism, there watch words
Neglected, the constitution as their watch dog
Which has been known to the world
Nigeria, The sleeping Giant
With Great lands of hope
Lush vegetation by nature provided
Where diverse icons of Erudite are awarded
In the past we uttered corrupt masters
In the present we call , kleptomaniac in their fingers
Nigerians, independence we cried out for
Unity In diverse they preach
In the inns we hope to reach
As they've democratically persuaded to teach
We had the freedom to be free
But has been more strong weaker
Nigeria my country is about to fall
That's why I am making a call.
(I have Rand, no dollars. So i'm not a PS Member. Hence no pictures. I reply to Valsa & PS)
Haiku:
- one-month smart chick
awe-some learner - hen stolen -
slept up tree last night
On this day, day
we reminisce our past,
Let this freedom last,
Deep in of Love hearts a flame is lit,
Of love and True Spirit;
Years ago, Gandhiji fought..
And brought back our freedom;
The ahimsa that he preached,
Reached miles and miles away.
The Dandi March he tread;
Spread the corrupt means and nature the Invaders.
He, made us strong.
And Instilled the spirit to "wrong".
Swaraj, he said. should be our 'MOTTO"',
And then, No one. would dare to,
Berate our Nation.
The values he had taught,
Has brought
about a new thought.
He put a stop to their Torment,
with his Civil Disobedience Movement.
He the valued the Truth,
And Pleaded the Youth,
To join their hands
And stand together unfazed.
To this day , everyone Bows,
To this day, everyone knows,
The Almighty Mahatma;
-who is our true Raina.
His made the all free national spirit has made the
Britishers Flee.
And , has made us all flee
Together we shall sing,
Together we shall Bring,
Peace & love to this land
And stand together
Let the Day begin! Happy Independence Day! Jai Hind!
-Abhijina Laxmi
Maybe I'll go all Bukowski on you, turn your cheeks scarlet red.
A little Emily Dickerson, with a lot of talk about death and the dead.
How about some dr. Seuss, that will make you laugh till it hurts in your side.
Or few words from Orson Welles on the radio when two worlds collide.
Turn your heart to mush like Browning, Yeats and Shakespeare.
Opening your eyes like Robert Frost to the earth and nature he loved so dear.
Make myself a voice like Dylan Thomas for the literary scene.
Or Allen Ginsberg, William Blake and T.S. Eliot on the movie screen.
I can't be them cuz I got to be me, they set the bar.
So I have to break the chains by taking it a little too far.
Maybe you won't like it that I step out of their realm.
But I have to do it because, I want to be the next poet at the helm
Gained in 1957 our Independence.
Hailed by all as the Black Star, the gateway and leader to Africa's independence.
At the turn of this decade, are we truly independent?
Not yet politically, economically, and socially truly independent?
All the toil and blood of our fathers were they in vain?
God, You did indeed bless our homeland, intended her to be great and strong.
Humility truly has made us boldless and fearful
All we have is pseudo-peace: no good name worthy of upholding and defending.
No longer does honesty reign in this nation, untruth of all kinds is the order of the day.
All of our strengths and our hearts we serve Ghana not but our selfish interests.
God invigorate us to defend our heritage
Humility kindly substitute with hard work, entrench honesty and please as jara add punctuality.
And help us to resist our self-serving individualistic nature.
Nurture unto to us leaders with the state’s prosperity truly in their hearts.
And with all our will and might we shall follow them, playing our best part, forevermore.
I will surely have a happy New Year
If someone stops stepping into my life
Forcing me to do that I don't expect to
Asking me to speak that I don't want to
I don't want to be interrupted a bit with
My dear life, as quietly as a wild animal
And as common as nothing to show off
My heart accepts only the orders of defined rules
No matter they could bring in feelings warm or cool
I will have a happier new year by having a quiet life
Offering me freedom to listen the season's footsteps
Miss Andry, you are truly a mystery.
You have Revealed yourself as Artemis and Lady of Ephesus to Many.
Miss Andry, you're mother nature that Roars like a lion and your voice thunders time after time.
Miss Andry, you're the root of most religions and goddess to many nations.
Miss Andry, you're the role model and idol to women all over the world, and even worshiped as queen of the Amazon women long ago.
Miss Andry, you're Strength was revealed when you transformed into your twin brother Apollo.
While Transformed into Libera, the goddess of Freedom, you have forgotten your attributes of Justice and Mercy.
Miss Andry, your Heart is cold and hard as the statue of liberty, not even a pickaxe can penetrate your disharmony.
Miss Andry, why do you treat me like you do?
Why do you blame me all the time?
Haven't I tried to love you through and through the passing of time?
Miss Andry, MIss Andry, How can I get through to you?
(form 5-7-5 kawanagi)
waking up alone
liberating morning sun
careless and carefree
Submitted on April 23, 2018 for contest HAIKU: HUMAN NATURE sponsored by Mick Talbot - RANKED 1ST
Travelling in your dreams or dreaming in your travels
You want to be seen or you want to be hidden
Selfies are better or nature is bigger
You love the sky or you hate the land
Like a lazy night or a hyperactive bang
Partying hard or driving through the dark
Silent hood or a dog that barks
Love yourself or the playboys
Getting married or become a loner
Eating to live or living to eat?
Using your hands or thighs that spreads
Whatever it is, doesn't make any sense
the rusty tap captures this scene,
the brown murky residue bulging in saturation.
the emerald coloured Victorian paint peeling like an rotten corpse,
leaving the imagination in an bewildering photographic shock.
Tiny puddles are scattered like rabbit holes,
they gently ripple with each drop of rain that falls from it's dilapidated exterior
Skeletons of iron-cast machinery, lay as artefacts of hazardous condemnation.
This hollow lung, laid dormant yet still breathing, desperately
in need of repairing or deleting.
The vegetation entwined itself within the rusted iron beams in a subtle suffocation, programmed in a arrogant nature.
The wind rattles through this building as those currents embrace this peculiar structural arrangement, dancing around this monument of time, this museum of solemn captivation.
The lonely ominous building sits in an bold servitude to a dead era,
and seldom seen it quietly assumes it's place