Nature Lyric Poems

The bark peels back like old skin—
Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls
Of what we shed to live. August
Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice
Rising...

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The sea was a whisper before it was water,
cleaved through the wind.
I stepped into its silver mouth,
waves curling something pressing in
a wistful longing for a...

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Father Drinan took his class to Coney Island Beach,
He thought the sand and ocean could also teach.
They ran to Nathan's hot dogs, then sunk in...

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Kyle Langford runs for governor in CA
He thinks Auschwitz would save the day
and solve the problems that I guess he blames Jews for
But Slavic voters...

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I went on a trip
A smile highlighted on my lip

I was watching at the trees
They started giving me a different peace

The leaves were fluttering in...

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I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold
I quaked in resonance with the breeze
If you're young inside, you never get cold
Its recriminations that make your...

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Each moonlit walk, each starlight gaze
    On nights that knew such carefree days
Each whispered thrill on breezed romance
    ...

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"Great Is Thy Faithfulness"
Scripture: Lamentations 3:22-23
Lyrics: Thomas Obediah Chisholm (1866-1960)
Music: William Marion Runyan (1870-1957)
Copyright status is Public Domain


Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There...

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My heart sings a morning song
I feel its soothing warmth
yellow sunshine drips down the dale
far and beyond

a whiff of enchanting breeze
skipping up and down the...

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Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials,...

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BLACKLAND PRAIRIE

From Red River down to San Antone,  
The Blackland Prairie’s all but gone—  
Scoured clean by progress, tilled and torn,  
By...

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I left because my body broke,
And weighed with grief, my spirit spoke.
I told you oft, I made things clear,
Yet pressure came—not care, but fear.

No shame...

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after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth

I wandered weightless as a feather, 
a muted plume from mourning dove. 
A tuft afloat in...

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THE PLANT CUT,I DON'T KNOW


Oh! how I worry about them
I don't know whose name
The plants red and yellow
Whose pain I hardly swallow.


What means of that...

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As you walk down the dirt path, past the tall green trees,
I hope you remember who you are when you reach the willow tree.
You will...

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