Nature Hope Poems

Nature

I was lost in a place where there was no peace.
Though my heart was swallowed by the universe.
Birds sang a melody through the sky.
The forest was nourished by all of kinds.
The spirit of mother nature conquer, the wild.
"Nature, Nature"
The poetry of nature has fallen.
The spirit is conquering around the wildness.
Hope,time has no use.

AN ODE TO THE ART OF WRITING POETRY

You got me to a bower of mulberry blue,
And made me stick to it like with a glue,
You gave me the joy of expressing the self,
And filled with the books of joy - My shelf.

When I write you I feel I am in heaven,
And I won't be harmed even by the black raven,
You gave me

Sweet Thoughts

If cherry blossoms were hope 
Gathered in a fragrant offering 
To restore faith 
We may restore our cherished dreams 
As pretty as blossoms are to behold 
With ponders of sweet Thoughts 
Of things to come.

Love's Garden

Garden of joy
Garden of light
Light sprays soft, gently
Light inspires kind hearts
Hearts breathe ecstatic laughter
Hearts dream of serenity
Serenity sways natures and souls
Serenity brings wisdom and trust
Trust warms our wildest dreams
Trust erases our darkest fears
Fears are liars, living in shadows
Fears refuse the truth, sweet security
Security is a safe harbor
Security inside can be unfailing
Unfailing truth is simply amazing
Unfailing

Me An Ocean

I was a land that was steeper
I became an ocean that was deeper

The waves in me were silent
And the view around was grimmer 

The Moon wasn't there
Everything looked gloomy and in despair

Where was that shine I used to have?
Or it wasn't a shine but a betrayal

When all is lost, something you get
It's a wonder, and

Doomed: From the Journal of a Mad Man

Can I tell you a secret?
Every generation thinks their time is the last greatest struggle 
and that their struggle will be the end of everything. 
Every generation has its precipice and must choose whether to commit suicide or to survive and go on. 
The more skittish men look up and panic! They scream, "THE SKY

A Skeleton of Pottery

Splintered gold carpets the ground at her naked
feet. Stars spat from skies above crashing
down to carve out craters in the earth, barren.

She crunches memories once perfect between
her toes - the past squelching-squashing
in meadows bogged with rain and night-time tears. 

His ashes, once held in an urn, float
now over a field, let out to pasture. The

Mind Dance

Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit parched cliffs
I receive you

I feel the whispers
Of the past
I hear the moans
Of the lost ones
The forgotten ones

I am here
We are here
Know me
Know us....
For we have not departed 
We reside in

Autumn's Sonnet

The winds blow lightly in the silence,
It's raining with sad leaves in quiet tears,
Lost rays dream of light, hot impatience,
Upper tired branches slowly break their fears.

It's autumn. Hopes are dashed in the dark fog,
Colors fade, and the pink flowers die,
The moonlight disappears in choking smog,
I began to roar, I began to cry,

I choose to sing

Seasonal Air

Sunlit clouds,
tapestries of vapor,
fill the void.

Summer nights,
moments I savor,
my mind toyed.

To be lost again, 
in the winter brr,
all green destroyed.

But through summer's death
and winter's breath
Spring fields expand their breadth.

Seasons

Watch the garden grow, the flowers bloom, 
the trees sparkle, laden in pink blossom. 
The dew dropped grass, the clear, sunny morns, 
Hear the nightingale's beautiful, spring call. 

Sunscreen at the ready, sand baked between toes. 
Sandals, bikinis, hats sprawled upon the beach. 
Dipping in the icy sea, a kayak through the caves. 
Surfing at

Nature: Hope

This thirsty ground with a barren view, 
Once cooked to a blistering dance,
It baptized all the life with heat, 
Cooking the grass, shrubs and plants,

Until the farmer, in his old leather boots, 
Walked, throughout spring, to the fight,
Armed with nothing but hope and a spade, 
Tube natives he sowed every night,

From Swampy She Oaks to

Mysterious Stranger

I came upon him suddenly,
as he paid me no mind.
I mistook him for a humming-bird 
of a very different kind.
He was drinking long and deeply
from a flower in my garden.
I gazed at him so raptly
that I should have begged his pardon.

Sated on the delicacy 
from which he had been sipping,
he flew from the friendly feed

The Lord's Garden

I walk in the garden with the Lord alone
and feel his great love, everlasting and true
with compassion and grace, He calls me His own
my Savior, my Refuge, in Him I am new

I admire the garden, the beauty within
the hope of eternity, freedom from sin
the birds fall silent, hearing His song of love
my time in the

Beach Blues

I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
I came to the beach, for a little sunshine
But you slunk through the shadows, and into my mind

I look out to sea, to try and find peace
I look out to sea, to try and find peace
But I’m still tethered to you, like a mutt on a leash

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