Short Naturelife Poems
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raindrops breathing new life into parched land
cycle of life continues
cradle the little things
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Dug up a thistle today
Planted a rose I hope will stay
Giving color and perfumed scent
Making life become a mint
Of happiness, joy, and beauty
To fill our life and make enjoying our duty
A Tree..
Dark over casting mind.
Inside I feel when I breathe.
My life is shining.
Like how the clouds.
Have covered up my dreams.
Lakes of glass.
In the middle of one.
I am a standing tree.
Land of mass.
Of all life and all beings.
Air, water, land.
A wondrous place, but still not free.
Verdant hills distant,
Thirst quenched by skies vigor force-
Life begins anew.
5th place in Rick's "Rain as a gift" contest.
*What I see every spring as I look at the horizon
of hills and pastures, rain is a blessing for those
who keep horses and farms. Green
everywhere. An incredible sight, life giving for
all of nature and her creatures.
~blue northern winds
a frolicking arctic
whistling the blues
~blue skies darken
the sun’s eyelid is closed
life dares to dream
~blue bulb tulips
adamant potential
life given stores
~blue dormancy
frozen earthly landscape
fur bearing seals
There’s a certain crash of sound--
Aquamarine waves.
Like the Life that’s all around,
The Ocean’s song Wakes.
The Sea stretches Forever,
Like stars out in space.
Our own concept of never—
Hardly has a place
Heaven and Earth meet far off—
Their colors blending;
Sometimes harsh and sometimes soft—
Always Reflecting.
The good of Life can be seen,
Looking out to Sea—
It’s constant, sparkling Blue sheen
Shows what we can Be.
Rivers are like veins
They believe in us because they are us
All liquid runs towards freedom
The following-through of life after life
And whether it be brook, or stream, or faucet, or pouring bucket
The act of life is a spectacle for reverence
And with IPODs we are leagues away
Though with eyes
The liquid of our hearts
Connected via the veins of our bodies
We make way for re-blissing unions:
The achievement of flooding light
The rivers upon rivers
the cold air
wisping through my hair
snow covering the ground
no life but animals surround
the moose making their tracks
their beauty on edge which they do not lack
a man standing looking wants food but can't
for his pride he can not hide as he hears a bear pant
the trees covering the land
as the joy brings a tear to my hand
oh how i wish to be like this forever
just me and the wild all together
i am gone now the snow hides
till again i will soon see life
Form:
As I journey down
this trail seeing numerous
ant towns as I call them
or better name ant colony.
Counted eight in all
just short of thirteen,
give them time, each day
they're growing in large numbers.
Mr ant eater would have
a feast here, don't think
they have a weight watcher's
club for these amazing creatures.
Colorado wild life department
would really frown on
having an ant eater at Lowell ponds
so will settle for
wild life that's here after all.
wrote 6-11-07
Just east of here, in shallow prairie pools
In secret, lives a fleeting little world
Late rains caught in impenetrable clay
Host a brilliant and vanishing bloom
Tiny flowers erupt, golden bursts of color
Fairy shrimp spring from dormant cells
Ephemeral life short lived but vibrant
For those that seek, a precious find
Frequented by birds and little mammals
These small habitats are quickly fading
Another picture of precious life interrupted
Perhaps soon found only in memories.
I watched you from my window
Clinging on for dear life,
Trembling on that thin branch,
Howling winds cut like a knife.
Your life was draining away,
Veins became raw and bare,
Inevitably you had to fall,
I watched you lay right there
Where my dirty brown boots
Crushed your brothers and sisters,
Crinkled scarlet and gold leaves
Piled up, covered with blisters.
There, resting at my feet
Like a fallen, scarlet star
Your pitiful life reminded me
Of how fragile we truly are.