Long Nature poem Poems
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Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can hear their dull drone from morning to night
Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest
Making hay whilst the sun shines
Every second of the day is so precious
Until the final rays of the red sunset fade
Only then the farmer leaves and can rest
Harvest moon rapidly rises
Silhouetted in the majestic oak tree
A barn owl roosts silently in the quiet of night
Nature Poem – Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
08~02~15
The winds that blow at the top of the trees.
Make the leaves, and the limbs, and the branches weave.
Stare and stir, till your heart's content.
At the mountains of forest, and the mountains of leaves.
Mountains of loneliness.For the eyes to see..
The trees that whimper.The trees that sway.
Bring mixtures of motions-motions conceived.
A mixture of motions, at the top of the trees.
The limbs, and the branches, they never give way.
The branches too sturdy.Too sturdy they be.
Limbs and branches.For the eyes to see..
Mountains, and mountains, and mountains of trees.
Winds bring mountains-mountains of leaves.
Leaves of green, and leaves of brown.
Watch the leaves as they fall to the ground.
Leaves from trees.For the eyes to see..
Whistling winds.Trees that weep.
Droplets of sap.Droplets that seep.
Droplets that seep, from the trees that weep.
Towering trees.Trees that tower.
Trees that tower over me.
Towering trees.For the eyes to see..
Mountains of brown.Mountains for all.
These mountains they glow the color of fall.
The color of fall's the color for me.
As the leaves come down.Leaves of brown.
Leaves of brown, they're all around.
All around.For the eyes to see.
The mountains and forest seem to lie still.
As the winds calm down.On this blundering hill.
The leaves on the trees.They rest in place.
These mountains of trees.They're never erased.
Never erased, are these mountains of trees.
Mountains of trees.For the eyes to see..
Seasonal-Nature-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Tonight Chumki drifts to a gentle sleep,
And with her the poems their silence keep.
No murmur of verses, no whisper of rhyme,
The hours move slowly, unmeasured by time.
The stars look down with a softened gaze,
Darkness enfolds in its velvet haze.
No chatter of stanzas, no lyrical sound,
Only the hush of the night all around.
Dreams weave quietly in silver streams,
Guarding the doorway to tender dreams.
The restless lines lie still and deep,
For even the muses have gone to sleep.
Yet in the silence, a promise lies near,
That dawn will awaken the songs we revere.
When Chumki wakes, her smile will rise,
And poems will flutter once more to the skies.
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
Smirks subtly
a cluster of wildflowers
Dispersing seeds
Through wind and rain
A barren monotonous plain
the wildflowers pervade
Singing to the tunes of bees
Waving to the songs of breeze
The wildflowers set a dais
to please the audience
Cosmos, the team head
Vibrant colors they widespread
Dandelions, the collaborators
Destined to list our wishes good
The divine scent they proliferate around
Is all enough to spellbound-
the novel flies, all perform a lovely play
And leave us astounded every day
Engrossing sunbirds,
bees and butterflies
enthrall vividly
a cluster of wildflowers
In nature I don't see any rectangles... Or screens that make scary sounds... The shapes that I see, are hills, clouds and trees, and not sharp corners of bricks and metal...
The colours in her pallet are astounding... She seems to prefer green or blue! Her Sky is a Window to Forever! With not a single Rectangle in view...
She greets me with Calm when I meet her, I follow her Trees to their Roots... I know it's much safer down here; Because up there, there are poisonous Fruits!
Our Eyes match the shape of this Planet... Our Pupils - the shape of the Moon! Our Fingerprints are like the Rings in a Tree, but none of us - is shaped like a Phone!
Whoever made the Planets made me... The clues are right here in my Eyes... The Salt in my Tears comes from Oceans on Earth; My Bones are from Stars in the Sky!
My Veins match the Rivers we Sail down... My Lungs match the Branches on Trees! I took a quick look at my iPhone... This Alien looks nothing like me!
These Roads should be exchanged for Forests; and Cars - for Horses and Cart! Nature would hold us together... Technology will tear us apart.
I don't see any Rectangles in Nature.
I don't think she quite likes that Shape...
Just count all the ones in front of you now; Escape them before it's too late!
Standing at the edge of a lush cornfield
Snuggling close to a bubbling brook
one majestic oak tree stands
upright like a sentinel guarding
the crops swaying in the breeze
with sunbeams dancing upon them
under a brilliant blue sky.
As the day wears out
the dusk gracefully sneaks in
blushing like a shy bride
entering the bedecked bridal suite
wearing a wedding gown
embellished with the radiance
of a crimson sunset gilding
the landscape in a shimmering hue.
The birds of all sizes and colors
and dryads, ducks, squirrels and owls
converge upon
its welcoming foliage to roost;
This expansive canopy of leaves
like one mammoth quilt
affords these weary souls
a safe haven in the quiet of night.
~07/30/15
~Nature poem contest by Shadow Hamilton
Uh-uhh!
It’s a dream come true,
Lighting up my inner hues.
Look, look, look—
My very first printed book!
They are naughty
The Birdy forty
Floating high
On a silver line,
Come see,
These photos of mine.
A first book is special
In so many ways;
Holding it close,
I’m in a beautiful haze.
Forget the rules,
Forgive the pride...
This is a wild joy
I can no longer hide...
I am so happy to share that my first birding book, 'One Minute Birding' (English), is now live on Amazon!
This book features 40 common birds I’ve documented around our home, written from a commoner’s perspective. I’ve shared my first encounters, their naughty antics, and fun facts.
While I published several e-books between 2019 and 2021, this project marks my official debut in physical print.
Moving from an e-book to a physical volume has been a journey of its own. Editing for the paperback format was the toughest task I’ve ever taken on, but I enjoyed every bit of the process. What started as fleeting moments captured through my lens has officially taken flight in a brand-new way!
The paperback is currently available on Amazon (US and UK), with the digital edition available globally, including in India.
Since I cannot share the link here, I am happy to send it via
Soup mail if you are interested.
You can also simply search for 'One Minute Birding' on Amazon to find the listing.
Thank you for your support...I hope you enjoy it...
The flowers like yellow topaz
Keep swaying in the breeze;
Such integrity Nature has
Alone with no pause and cease.
Let’s follow the Mother;
Let’s gather her integrity;
She alone knows forever
What’s called chastity.
Forget the people;
Forget the mob;
Garner your ripple;
Unleash your sob.
Let your sweetest sob
Create always something new;
Let the malicious mob
Know of its vaudeville view.
Let them envy,
Let them snarl;
Let them ill be;
Let them criticism hurl.
Many things shall take place,
But allow you trust self;
Mind, they’ll never show grace;
They’ll never offer help.
Whenever you are creative,
More criticisms will arise;
Still, you need to stay positive
To allow them return with sighs.
Learn from the flowers,
Leaning yet strong;
Open the doors of your bowers,
For creating song after song.
They call me the poetic master
a genius storyteller
writing poetry
channels the inner Frankenstein in me
with a simple press of a key
in each rhyme and stanza:
I can craft a lucid love story
into a dynamic Romeo and Juliet tale!
I can craft a smooth nature poem
into an oil painting of figurative language!
I can craft a facile poem of Bahamian nationalism
into a rejuvenated national anthem!
I can craft a plain tribute to persons I admire
like producing life like clones from rented samples of their DNA !
I can even craft a vague comedic poem
into a skit on Saturday Night Live !
In the mid of my garden
I sat on my fav chair to pen
Scents of newly bloomed flora
Bestowed metaphors plethora
Yes, let us pen,
Said my brain...
When I was about to pen
Gorgeous gomprehanas grinned
Oh! Those dancing violet crowns
They're the princesses enthroned???
"So what, you pen!!!"
Said my brain again
I meditated, words amassed;
Took a note, ideas blasted
But brisk babblers suddenly crossed
Shouted, spoke and Sang verses long
My poetic thoughts they looted to jolly along
O! I couldn't help, my dear brain
Again I sat down, closed my eyes,
Took a deep breath;
Mesmerized by the rhythmic breeze;
Then, a grasshopper stepped into the scene
His piercing song tore my mind's screen
And the ideas lingering awhile were cleaned
Sweet disturbances they're
Won't let us write or read
But not to be hated
As they make us breath the happy air
Bloody sweet disturbances they're
The Rationale behind our smiling faces
Feb 15 2023