Short Nature Poets Poems
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There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
Why should I add another word
To words already spoke and heard.
Because to say, "The morning web was hung with light."
Is not to say,
"A spider gathered jewels today."
In different forests,
there live poets...
They are trees, they are plants...
Some are full of fruits,
others full of thorns,
some offer shadows,
others just haunt...
Just as in real life...!
moss embraces stone walls
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a skylark sings over h s
warmth s e e p s into earth.
Apples red, apples round.
Apples frozen on the ground.
Yellow-mellow apples,
many speckled, bruised and brown.
Henry ate them
when he went wooding.
Said they tasted like apple pudding.
Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
American naturalist, essayist, philosopher, poet, teacher and transcendentalist.
He pursued spiritual growth through denial of worldly pleasures and simple living.
He left society to live apart in a small cabin as one of the first hippies to exist.
POETRY
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poetry, compassionate emotion!
each word a tiny piece of a poet
their soul exposed, their total devotion
often best read or seen in a sonnet
inspiration gleaned from nature, poets
collaborations, poetic duets.
if poetry be the food of true love
so music is too, the starter thereof
Does the breeze lift you up as it does me
Do you find solace in the shade of a tree
Can you spend an hour searching the sky
For a sign that all is well up on High
Do you marvel at the songbird's cheery tune
at the ever-changing phases of the moon
Do you paint unforgettable sunsets
leaving testimony's tedium to poets
Old-fashioned beauty kissed by morning dew,
In summer-rain her dreams reflect the sun,
And poets ponder magic she can do,
As worldly things the mind must surely shun,
Her thorns shall fight the heart that isn’t true,
Yet bring her tender kiss to love begun,
To poets gazing on her blooming blush,
She sings harmony in a whispered hush.
Form: Ottava Rima
Do poets always walk in the rain?
This poet once did
When she was but a kid.
The bathwater of summer drops
Cascading from suburban chimney tops,
Puddles on pavement
Begging for splashing,
A robin’s egg in the grass
All fractured and bashed-in.
The simple wonders
Of childhood
Are not so long gone.
Be mindful, you children
Don’t fail to hold on.
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beneath
frost-laced
velvet firmament
I'll never forget the day.
When we left our phones and thoughts behind.
Lost in the woods we knew so well
Tents up a fire ready to be lit.
Rabbits hoping brids singing the gentle breeze dancing with the trees.
Night falls the stars are out hot chocolate made marshmallows roasted.
Singing songs round the camp fire falling asleep under the stars.
A summers night i will never forget
I was a very young boy
When I discovered God's nature as truth.
All four seasons I enjoy.
Some people read Ruth,
Myself - not so much.
I will always see natures truth
While going to nature to enjoy such
Beauty in God's creation,
I will always love so much.
Nature in part is my salvation,
Beside a rippling brook to enjoy
My place in a natural station.
As an artist - I self employ.
As a poet - forever, I will enjoy.
Oh, you know it when will you find it!
You smell it, and it carries a very special message
Just for you.
That empowers you in conversation,
Taking you to write with beauty of
other people and places.
It sings of tall trees, birds and rushing
waters.
It whispers to you that you are God’s
son or daughter.
It is nature’s most divine alchemy.
Reminding poets that they are sisters
and brothers of the stars and the seas!
4-4-2022
The pouring out of emotions
The poet opens a door
The thoughts we think
The words we write
Come from our very core
No one sees within
That’s what our words will do
Our memories
Thoughts of future times
What we try to convey to you
Your senses have awakened
Heart to mind to soul
Believe in yourself
Experience nature
You, and the world, become whole
The pouring out of emotions
The poet opens a door
The thoughts we think
The words we write
Come from our very core