Nature Light Verse Poems | Examples
These Nature Light Verse poems are examples of Light Verse poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Light Verse Nature poems written by international poets.
Saw a squirrel splooting on a summer noon,
flat on the sidewalk like a furry cartoon.
He stretched his legs wide—north, south, east, west~
declaring, quite boldly, This spot is the best!
His belly met concrete with a satisfied sigh,
while passersby wondered, Is he trying to fly?
But no—he was cooling his heat-weary hide,
a tiny sun-soaked acrobat, splooting with pride.
So if you see a squirrel lying long and low,
don’t worry—he’s fine in his heat-beating pose.
He’s simply a master of summer survival,
splooting his way to a breezy revival.
Spring's youthful moon explodes in gold
mingling with tangerine tones of skyline,
That I reflect languid reveries holding me
captive in the glow of a byway...
A portrait of birds, flora in endless variety
weaves through marshy lanes,
As couples mingle with strangers
for light exchanges, closing the finale
of day's rite in enchanting sways :
The movement of kind gestures
beneath glide of clouds stills my heart...
And I am awed by this soft rise of a view
which glimmers in a rhythmic wave
of spontaneity--this gentle blend between
man and nature -- reminding this woman
the reverence within the stillness on a byway.
I used to rise with purpose,
with promise,
with poetic notions of dawn.
Birdsong, sunrise, fresh starts ~
all that inspirational stuff.
But these days,
the sun can mind its own business.
It’s not in charge anymore.
No celestial body tells me when to wake.
Because now I rise
with the truest call of nature,
the one force stronger
than ambition, enlightenment,
or even a good dream.
I rise with my bladder~
that tiny tyrant,
that dawn-defying dictator,
that unignorable alarm clock
with no snooze button.
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One squirrel holds his cup with both paws,
steam curling like a question mark.
The other leans back too far~
almost tips the whole affair
into snow. They laugh in chirps,
adjust their knitted scarves.
Their chairs creak
complaining about winter.
Mittens off, they cradle warmth,
watching the marshmallows slowly
drown. A third one watches
from the fence, uninvited.
No hurry. The cocoa’s deep,
the evening long.
Their chairs rock them
like a branch in the wind.
Each day of rain
Every brook, lake and stream
Sunshine in mine eyes
Reflections
3/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Bad news
Infects the teller..
The teller
Conveys news which
Is believed to have
Arisen in a fictitious
Past time..news
In the telling
Colored with belief
Is what is happening
And not...
"The nature of bad news infects the teller." Antony & Cleopatra (Shakespeare)
There's a connection, not to be severed,
By any knife or blade one might yield.
With hidden strength that's only measured,
From the tight knit to remain concealed.
Materially, it's enduring, as well as flexible,
While constraining polarities on each end.
Much like a web, it may have many attachments,
As it holds firmly, with continuity to suspend.
It's very nature adds to the mystery, as any
Vision through time or space remains unseen.
Yet the journey is observed throughout the cosmos,
Its attraction, dare I say love...just going about a routine.
Nature
Is the totality
Featuring life and death
As peeks of sameness...
Immersion
In nature's abundance
With no one to immerse..
Nature arises
Seamlessly
Timelessly..
Nature is the
Emptiness already
Everywhere...
I come from heaven I am the character of the nature and essence of God
Two of mine purposes here is to have dominion and rule the earth
Let us all function and operate in our God self
We are the righteousness of God
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A thin green
Seemingly
Emerges from
The cold whiteness
Of winter..
With the white
Overnight appearing
As green..beauty of
The paradox that
White and green
Are not two...
The Gospels
And other writings
Are narratives of
Life as seen
Through the lens of
Separation..
Includes the possibility
Of a new narrative
Of the empty nature
Of all appearances of
Separation...
Awaken awoke
Mouth open spoke
Colorfull shades of blue skies
I'm speechless tears from my heart cries
Alast! Clouds burst heavens cries
Teardrops heavens raindrops are one
Face of the sun dries up heavens tears
Happiness joyous smiles in Heavenly space
No longer do tears of humanity rain from the clouds
Horizontal embraced horizons beaming as shroud
NATURE TEARS SUN DRIES
11/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Reflections on me thine nature, O’ God
Sore mine faith is being wowed
My mental health unstable
I laugh outside my tears unable
Soar romance just short of lust vowed
In memoriam in me all things are odd
Reflections on me my heart’s eyes sees, sore falls
Hope in faith is being showed bold
My mental health unstable calls
I laugh outside my innersole soul
Embraced romance just long enough to prosper
In memoriam in me all things pure
11/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
No separation..
This fundamental
Bears repeating..
But apparently
Not heard in
Repeated stories..
But along may come
A story with a paradox
Nestled within..and
The buzz that arises
Shouts with glee:
No separation...