Short Natureday Poems
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the light from a new day
pours down from heaven
showing us a new way
to make it thru the seven
as deadly as they can be
their downfall illuminated
so every new day to me
should be appreciated
See the light creeping in,
it's time for the morning
It has come!
a new day It is here.
The past is put aside
the night has turned to light
no tears about what's lost
The day has revealed its might.
Form:
Today is monday,
the first day in the week.
Tomorrow is sunday,
the last day in the week.
Sunday and monday
are days in the week.
Monday starts the week,
and sunday ends the week.
Monday is to work,
sunday is to rest,
and praising the lord
who keeps the world in peace.
Form:
Raindrops fall from the sky
From day to day by and by
It pitter patters on a window
While almost like a spindle
It looks like teardrops
That haven't been forgot
Some are big drops
Some are small drops
Each in it's own way
When the days are gray
The Raindrops fall day and day
Raindrops fall from the sky
From day to day by and by
It pitter patters on the window
While almost like a spindle
It looks like teardrops
That haven't been forgot
Some are big drops
Some are small drops
Each in it's own way
When the days are gray
The Raindrops fall day and day
a day such as this
may never come again
in life no two days
are identical for you and me.
refreshing morining after
a soothing rain, such
brisk clean air to breathe
what bliss it brings my way.
a day such as this
may never come again
so like the rain
will soak this day in.
Form:
If the sun is up too early,
I’d push it way back down
And when it runs away too fast:
To the moon, I’d lash it down,
So night was day and day were night
And forever in sunlight frisk.
Until the sole thing left to do
Is in eternal light beams,
reach to that golden disc.
As the day slowly fades, turning out the lights
Laying on a "pillow" the sky beckons the night.
A long day it was, hovering over the land.
Time to trade places and enter into dreamland.
The earth whispers goodnight, carried out by the wind..
The day turns into night, as the darkness slowly descends.
Fire rains from the sky
Burning everything
You look up
Wondering why
God unleashed his hate
Wanting all to die
The present all gone
Everything went wrong
A dying child's horror song.
You stand silenced
Screaming in your mind
This is the day to end all days
This is the day the world went away.
Form:
A delicate flower just broke
and no one would ever know
A day of celebration
is getting eaten by the cold
I gave out my trust
it has been returned
under double-lock-and-key
the day just gets colder
As night time falls
we will set
if she can survive the night
or forever suffer from frostbite
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time
Twittering morning for us
A melodic charm of dawns chorus
Quickly darting here and there
Doesn't seem to have a care
Collecting bedding for her nests
Bits of moss and old string vest
Oh how the little wren sings
Her chirpy tunes in day time
a scarlet sunrise
transforms day to paradise...
earth sighs with glad eyes
sun sings morning songs
the early shadows stretch long...
crickets hum along
warmed magic appears
morning whispers in earth’s ear...
a new day is here!
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For Carol Brown's contest "What's the Buzz
Sunrise, a painting becoming
visible, on the horizon.
Up it goes each morn,
Till the dew disappears.
The sun has risen high in the sky,
Like a beacon of light.
The warmth of the day is here
to delight.
Till nightfall descends,
The end of the day paints
the western sky.
And twilight vanished into night.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series
soft pink on grey sky
sunrise begins with colour
...the birds awaken
Bird song greets the dawn
bringing the morning alive
... a new day begins
the day brings sunshine
warming the once frozen earth
... spring sounds fill the air
the air fresh and brisk
winter's bite now forgotten
... the sun shares her warmth
for Charles Henderson's 'string haiku' contest
When the cock crows
when the cow moos
you know morning has risen
Time to start your day all over
and wonder at these creatures
They know you bring them food
They look to you in times of distress
but yet you wonder
what they think about the rest of their day
They all seem happy
doing what they do best
and you can see when they're not as well
The perfect day is to be spent with them
knowning that they need you
Like a mouth full to drooling,
the day sucks boots and tires
sloshing remnants of Winter debris
beside the slush filled paths.
Dreary beyond hope of snowballs
Dangerous beyond the pristine slip of skate.
No possible good emotion can come
would dare revel in the mess.
With half frozen tears the sky drapes
the barren maples striving without hope.
Longing for a more lucid day where
upturned lips hold tulip kisses.
Each day the sun rises
Dependable light source
The birds sing your praises
With fervent joy of course
Fall follows summer now
Season of slower pace
The farmer puts away plow
Rural life a different race
Winter brings very own challenge
With a chill all around
That sun keeps on rising
Even the birds slow their sound
Then one day Son triggers
An awakening to those resting
No longer is it winter
Spring's voice is calling
Form:
Sunrise
Up from the deep, a day is dawning,
Slowly rising, a day is dawning.
Up sleepy head, a day is dawning,
Up from the dead, a day is dawning.
Rays so bright, an affection of light,
With much might, oh what a sight.
Oh such splendor, one can hardly contain,
Upward, upward, over the plane.
Such beauty, such beauty, who can explain,
A burst of color, over His domain!
Springmaid Resort, Myrtle Beach Sunrise – March 2010