Long Nature poets Poems

The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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‘Water’ seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we’re aware of.
 
Life on Earth depends on water,
whether human or sea otter,
fish or fowl, whatever creatures
having...

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Wordsmithing and living
are like communicating and loving
through a camera lens
when you could just lay down your language-camera,
to step into face-to-face space,
rather than stepping aside from present co-arising,
co-relational empathic moments of opportunity
and co-gravitating issues,
to choose instead...

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When I sit still and calmly read the works of Poets True
It is nice to know I'm not alone because of all of you
There are stories being told here in such different forms and ways
We...

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There is a tension of expectation in the air
I adjust my skirt and straighten my hair
Will the other poets be let down when meeting me
I wonder how true my impressions of them will be

In one...

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Iambic Heptameter Couplets (fourteen syllables--seven unstressed--seven stressed)
scansion of first line:

a/LIT/tle/TA/ken/IN/the/MID/dle/'TILL/you/HAVE/e/NOUGH
unstressed syllables: a/tle/ken/the/dle/you/e - seven unstressed syllables
STRESSED SYLLABLES: LIT/TA/IN/MID/TILL/HAVE/NOUGH - SEVEN STRESSED SYLLABLES


AND FREE'S YOUR ROBOT MIND (little wisdoms)

A little taken in the middle 'till you...

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It’s cool and the dusk is young yet,
The sun is taking its time to set beyond the mountain tops
I try to enjoy my fourth legal beer in the backyard
Also known as The Upper Room,
Where I...

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Far from sight 
I hear the sounds of mini birds chirping
Yellow leaves blowing from the ground.
The breeze, oh so peaceful!
The lovely trees that shelter the summer rays,
Sheltered me at night.

The sun is in haste, clock...

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" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
                    ~William Wordsworth ~

Shook away by solemn persuasive wind,
I...

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When the river runs dry


When the river runs dry, tears of sorrow fill this poets eyes
The words just won't flow, as the blank page clearly shows

All life dries up as ideas and thoughts they get...

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Far away over meadows, fields and hills
Or through oak woodland which is ever sweet;
Seeking out Wordsworth's golden daffodils.

Early morning, amid the dewy chills
Where a dawn kissed grassland moistens the feet
Far away over meadows, fields and...

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That my words bring to others comfort and joy,
And will remind them of small moments we enjoy,
Like when the midnight sky, touches the cool sea,
And the empty blackness ahead, resounds sweetly.

To give abundant hope to...

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Sitting in an open meadow
To the call of whipper wills
He places his pen in motion
As the winds calm to a still

Nature turns to bend an ear
To what he has to say
The stream near by so...

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Poets have duty profound
To use their skills effectively they are bound
To tell the world about beauty that surrounds
To speak about God's love that abounds
Reading good poem can make a day
Inspirational muse can show a way...

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Does nature shine each apple with the same degree of care?
Is each one to the others for their sweetness then compared?
Do they ripen at a single moment and fall, as bells do chime?
Is beauty, or...

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Raindrops falling on windowpane
     cloudy grey sky with lightning vein
Upon close look, a lilac hue
     and tiny pockets found of blue
Rainy days tempt poets to write
 ...

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He watches and wait,
the prey unaware of his gaze
But he hungers no longer for flesh
He chases after the spirit of the wind ...
White Wolf in the snow blend,
and alongside him is D. White his friend
	...

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poetic licence... the freedom of the pen...
to transcribe what... where... why and when...
dancing daffodils in tune with spring...
tiny bluebells... o we could hear them ring...

spring or summer dawn... or be it eve...
the joy of both...

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Written on April 14th 2025 for Mystic Rose Rose prompt Finish my Poem contest

Mystic Rose Roses’ two couplets
“As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
Anointed with a gentle rain amidst...

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We all follow our destiny
A poet will write, what is right for thee
Whether chatterbox or Silent One

On our marks we are set
And follow fore ordained scripts
Since times beginning, begun

All birds shall take wing 
Compelled to...

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You and I are natural born poets
Established from the Words of God
A void-full of nothingness
Then love took away the darkness

You and I are a-natural work of art
Chiseled from, mercy-full-of-grace
From dust to the dawn of the...

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When farthest fields of tall
           grasses are dry and harshly mown. 
Then, wildflowers to the wind fall
        ...

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Flowing from the river of love, I watch you dance in beautiful strides...like rolling ripples in my heart, you come to me along the river side

A mirror of the vast wilderness,
you reflect a calmness dwelling...

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Winds blowing and snow flakes swirling around

Imperfections highlighted on the ground,

Night time creates sparkling star lit skies

Trees dressed in icicles, drifts crystallise 

Expecting extreme weather will we cope?

Reading poems of love give us some hope.


Painting,...

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I've tried the moon titled in air 
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster 
As you might try a jewel in your hair 
She sat quietly deaf to the river
Shadows line along the old rocking chair
Rippling chords...

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