Short Nature Poets Poems

works like a cute bee
to produce the pure honey
for you sure and me...

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sapphire fresh water 
river otter, fish, and plants
nature's ode printing...

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Frosty takes his leave
melting snow on the hillside
Spring has her warm ways...

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Down where the Dandelions bloom
Unwanted in front yards
And Zizia Aurea flourish
Resides a fancy bard  ...

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Under the mimosa tree
My poet’s heart alights,
Dapples verse
In fragrant phrase
And blooms
In pink delight....

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A mensch: I wonder what happens to Rose or Poem that dies
DESIGNER: fauna and flora in deserted crags exist, first, for My eyes...

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A Pondering Poet Quietly Searching His Muse
Like A Frozen Winter Scene Silent And Unheard....


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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....

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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...!...

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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....

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let Basho build a fortress 

beneath the sunlight fair

O let the velvet posies

in plumes of fragrant air

bleed upon the flowing water

to purify thy soul

let Basho paint sweet colors

red green orange and gold

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haiku-

painted pictures
i turn the amber page
through days of old
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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....

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Twirling leaves of gold and brown
surrender humbly to death's round.
Summer memories autumns drown,
while whistling winds in woods resound.   
Squirrels scurry in hunt profound.
A morning's mist rises from damp ground,
early cold in a frosty gown,
covers geraniums with wet crowns.
What a season of keen renown
for poets are moved to greatly expound,
sitting by fires peacefully unwound
as autumn’s beauty their words propound.


10/3/2022...

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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

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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...

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