Long Beauty of nature Poems
Long Beauty of nature Poems. Below are the most popular long Beauty of nature by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Beauty of nature poems by poem length and keyword.
Seven colors of the rainbow
Each crowned with a gift
A lifetime gift in each line of the rainbow
The World was once in total darkness without a gift
Beauty of nature the World has never felt or seen
Earth as one world asked for a gift
God of heavens said that beauty can be seen
Until all creatures thought of praying
Praying by kneeling no one has ever seen
Humans are but one product of belief in praying
That all creations must be ruled by superiors of giving
Superiors in human form, striving and praying
All creations harmonized in sharing and giving
Making everything simple, in thinking and surviving
Rainbow as one creation and gift, in seven days of bright light and whole-hearted art of giving.
We are powerful creatures
wonderfully made from beams of sunlight
we have tremendous energy
to equip us with the fullest potential
wherever faith may lead us to go
to achieve our purpose of birth
Our breath gives us strength to live
to create whatever desires come to mind
that reality will turn into light
the world to us
is where all the challenges
stands for us to face
in victory or defeat
We are fortunate to be on earth
amongst the other creatures
that either crawl of have wings to fly
to look at the beauty of nature
and enjoy the freedom of living
without fear to be in
awareness of our being
Our imagination is the strength
we have to guide our feet
wherever time will lead us to achieve
To become enlightened by wisdom
and to reach the target of destiny
is the greatest achievement of human existence
that one could possibly dream
The flowers in the forest
and the fishes underneath the ocean
are two perfect examples of nature
which never cries of illness
but remains contented with fate
When thunder and lightnings strike
to form a storm in the ocean
the waves are the first to respond
and surrender in sacrifice
to go forward with time
in search of serenity
that will remove the turmoil on earth
Soon they will go to the burial ground
where they will surrender themselves on the shore
The darkness in the clouds
will cause the wind to roar
to remove the ignorance
created by the hands of men
who wants to disrupt the peace
we all enjoy on earth
yet we must understand
that the truth makes us inspired
to bring out the hidden treasures
which is from the gift of life
Towards our eternal freedom
we spend a whole lifetime
pursuing a dream to unfold the mystery
we wish to unfold
when the glow of light
will glitter in the minds
that are free and have the power
to become one with the infinite
who governs the universe
Across her village far deep in to the forrest Morning Star found peace and
contentment. Here away from her village, the young girl enjoyed the daylight
hours with the sounds and beauty of nature and it's animals. Beyond the forrest
the mountains held a mystery all their own. Their beauty touched her soul and
spirit yet they seems so far off to her.Her thoughts wondered what lay over them
and what new world lay beyond those haunting peaks reaching to the sky.
Suddenly the early morning was shattered by the sounds of gunfire. With all
the men gone hunting no one was there to protect the village. Morning Star's
thoughts were of not only the others in the village but of her mother and baby
sister, she had to get back to them. Screams of women and children cut through
the forrest as the scent of smoke and the sounds of horses grew closer.
Suddenly the sounds began to fade and only the smell of smoke remained. As
she stood at the clearing, Morning Star saw what was left of her village. Unable to
move as her eyes looked across the bodies of women and children laying all
around. Tears filled her eyes as she walked by so many searching for her
mother and baby sister, hoping that they had fled to safety. There in the dirt lay
her mother clutching her baby sister, both dead. How could this have happened?
How could the soldiers have done this to them?
Morning Star placed a blanket over her their lifeless bodies and slowly walked
away. Her life as she knew it was gone, dead along with her mother and baby
sister. She was the only survivor. Slowly she walked back into the forrest. Dusk
was beginning and the forrest would keep her safe for the night. Tomorrow she
would search for a way up to the mountains, there she would find a path to her
destiny and what the spirits have chosen for her. She would be the only one to
tell the story of all who had been lost this day. She would be the only one to keep
their story alive for generations after this.
My heart is filled with joy and thanksgiving,
When I wake up in the morning sunshine;
What a splendid and wonderful feeling,
When I see you all my friends and love of mine.
Through the beauty of nature and surrounding,
And in you, I always feel His Love Divine.
God bursts everywhere in joys or in pain,
He's omnipresent in air we breathe in.
Dec. 30, 2013 10.20 pm
My first try of Ottava Rima poem.
Second Place
Contest: God Bursts Everywhere
Judged: 1/8/14
Sponsor: Poet Dr. Ram Mehta
This poem is dedicated to all of you my dear poet friends. Happy New Year 2014!
In the memory of Eden, when we flew innocently,
In the nights of dreams, in the bittersweet garden, we met,
You were the pure flower, I was the divine tree,
In a long-gone era, when I was younger, serene.
I didn't know you were a woman, and I a simple man,
With timidity, together we stepped into an unspeakable dream,
In tears and in cries, we felt a sweet life,
When I was younger and my unconscious soul was engulfed.
That night got lost in the abyss of fleeting time,
Our bodies forgot their sweet chant,
The fruits from the tree carry your taste within,
Waiting to fall in stellar times, in a late autumn.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam just a man,
To renounce the tempting apple and the desires beyond the empty mud,
To see in each day's mirror the reflection of his own nature,
To feel the tumult and beauty of a humble humanity.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam understand that power lies within,
Not in the forbidden fruit that gives ephemeral knowledge,
To find fulfillment in simplicity and love that requires nothing,
To rise from the shackles of sin and from the chains of debauchery.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam look into Eve's eyes,
Not as the object of temptation, but as a partner in humanity,
To desire to share life, joys, and sorrows together,
To create gardens of love and understanding in a transient and passing world.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam comprehend the charm of earthly life,
To appreciate the beauty of nature and cherish creation with love,
To be a wise and gentle human, a worthy representative of humanity,
Rising above ephemeral desires, towards eternity and everlasting.
Oh, Holy Lord, make Adam just a man,
To live with wisdom and walk humbly on earth,
To learn from his experiences and guide others as well,
To feel your infinite love and spread it through every word and deed.
Poets have multiple aims, modes, reasons to write,
Which may match what readers want downright.
Some poets are simply lovers of words and language.
How they twist and turn, and meld on a page.
Some readers love the sound of words that beat,
A tune where rhyme and rhythm softly meet.
Some write to teach, profound knowledge to bestow,
They search for answers that readers need to know.
Some write about love and how it feels.
To find words that only love brings in appeals.
Some write about puzzle in spins and loops,
To answer questions with hoopla hoops.
Some write of myths, to stir and inflame,
the gods, ghosts and ghouls you can name blame.
Some paint lovely scenes in colorful hues,
The beauty of nature to embellish and infuse.
Some write with fire, brimstone in hand,
About war and fighting bedeviled be damned
Some inspire awareness of unnoticed things,
Of storms triggered by flaps of butterfly wings.
Some write of very personal things in their life
that others may confer with their joys and strife
Some write to bang, jangle apathy awake,
with the strange arranges of clangs they make.
Some herald their beliefs, faith and devotion
to God, and the worship they want to set in motion.
Some write in vague smokes, mirrors and screens
To deliberately confound, confuse you in teems.
So write what you will, read what you must,
The outcome, when all is done is the line in the dust.
Drinking coffee at a small countryside,
Held my hand and pondering inside.
How beautiful the world is!
God made a world with his wonderful kiss.
Saw the greenest valleys to my right,
Lovely to stare in my innocent sight.
Heard those creatures with their noise,
It’s a musical sound that gives me well poise.
Saw a miraculous paradise for real.
Breeze of the wind is all wanted to feel.
Sprinkles at lakes are quite attractive.
Beauty of nature is a bit intuitive.
Thank God of his impossible creations.
Make us people value appreciation.
Blessed to live in a beautiful world!
Die to see world’s beauty when I get too old.
When it came time to picking names for Christmas presents…their Dad was the name no one would vie for…because they all knew, when it came to presents, their dad was hard to buy for.
It didn’t matter who put their hand into the hat and drew out their dad’s name…when they asked him what he wanted…his answer was always the same.
“I’m surrounded by the beauty of nature and as long as we don’t destroy it…I’ve already been gifted with a number of ways in which I can enjoy it.
I can see sunrises and sunsets, hear the birds and smell the flowers too. I can taste the mushrooms from my garden and touch the morning dew.
I have a few aches and pains from growing older but I am lucky to be healthy…and though I don’t have a lot of money in the bank…in so many other ways…I’m wealthy.
I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food to eat and books to read. I have the love of my wife, my family and friends…what more do I need?
Then he would smile, stare at whoever asked the question that year and say…”I think the best gift would be…if everyone in the world was as hard to buy for as me.”
Yes, his children had a hard time buying a present for their dad when it came to Christmas Day...but looking back on all their Christmases together...they wouldn't have had it any other way.
Soon after the sky had shed her liquid sorrow
When dark clouds quickly vanished
It turned immaculate, spotlessly blue.
As the cosmic hiss subsided
And the wind withdrew to its unknown hideout,
There was a hush- the hush that follows,
As the priest concludes his spirited sermon.
In that quiet, when dream and life coalesced
I saw the leaves trembling in the cold
Dragonflies performing a ballet in the air
Their wings catching glints of sunlight
Spiders moving round crystal studded webs,
Repairing the broken filaments of their gossamer
And birds from trees taking off into the sky
Enjoying a pervasive sense of peace
And my heart soaked in pure mirth
Humming the lyrics of a half forgotten song
I walked down through cobbled paths
Feeling the wetness beneath my feet,
To savor the beauty of Nature,
Newly bathed in the profuse vernal shower.
Suddenly the light blazoned,
Giving a golden glow to the leaves
And the suspended rain drops,
Glittered like sparkling gems.
Mesmerized by the beauty of the scene
There wobbled shiny silver droplets of joy
In my eyes too, struggling to be spilled out!
Resubmitted for 2022 Marathon Mile.No.15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Placed Sixth
April.6. 2022
A Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
A TRUE BEAUTY N' FRIEND OF LIFE'S
NATURE I ASK RAISE YOUR GLASS
TO
THE BRAVEST SOUL I KNOW, WITH
SOFT BUBBLY CUSHIONS FIRST
ROW WE WILL FRUGAL ALL
FRUIT TO SCATTER,
A"
"R"
O"
"U
N"
"D
*
P"
"O
E"
"T
R"
"Y
FOR WE HAVE THE SAME
FORTAY IN LIFE'S SkILLs ....
Two VERY OPINIONAted WOMEN;
WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT.
Written By: CARMA SANDERSON
06/18/12
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO A BEaUTy OF NATure: MY DEar BRITtnay MaD Ink CaLDwell