Short Naturelove Poems
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I love the falling rain
How it makes that soothing sound
I love the way it goes CLICK CLACK
As its falling on the ground
Form:
Bud, flower, blossom forever
Fragrance tower, falls never
Satisfies lover, with love cover
So do ever, love flower
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
butter flies are beautiful, they fly so gracefully.
They are so delicate to touch and peaceful to watch.
I love the different colors they bring.
When they come in the spring.
Butter flies will sit on your porch or a flower you grew.
I love butterflies! Do you?
It's warm
Its' cozy
It makes me so sleepy
I love the sun
It makes the world come to life
It makes plants grow
It makes it so animals can live
I love the sun
It's warm
It's cozy
It makes me so sleepy
I love the
bright
warm
lively
comfy
glowing
beautiful sun.
Soup and greens,beer and tea
buttlerfly young just love me,
aphid trap and liquid feed
ladybird heaven,yes indeed!
I love phosphate & nitrate soil
such versatility reduces toil,
my leaves quicken the compost
all this for free,at no cost!
Okay,okay,yes I sting
but for you its win,win,win!
,
Tribute to the utrica dioica
Snow white swans on a lake
Heads touching gently caressing
Love unbounded bonded for life
Heads touching forming a heart
Heads touching gently caressing
It was love at first sight
Heads touching forming a heart
Theirs is a love for a lifetime
It was love at first sight
Love unbounded bonded for life
Theirs is a love for a lifetime
Snow white swans on a lake
Sunlight of gold
Dancing on the water
Of the slow paced
River where swans
Swim, get nourished
Play, where the swans
Form a heart when
Their heads touch
External sign of love
Mated for entire life
If one dies the other
Despairs, grief stricken
May love again
But possibly die from grief
Committed love contained
Why can't people watch birds
And do the same
Form:
Love can be like the rain
As both truly flow
It takes different paths
As the roads of life will show
Ground can absorb the rains
As a heart absorbs true love
The most amazing thing is
They both flow from above
As i read Rebekah's Lynn Richards " Love is like Rain "
these words just flowed
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
My firends love that world.We love the trees,the dirt,clouds,and the sky.
The problem is that the world is dieing.Can we do anything?Can we help the earth?
I can help!I can plant flowers and trees.
We can Recyle.There a many ways to recyle.You can recyle bottles,glass,plastice,andnewspaper.
There are manys to save the Planet.If we all help we can still have the great planet we dreamed of.
Form:
I love this time of night.
The sun has almost set.
Pink and lavender splashed across
the sky.
The deer cross in front of my window
Headed for wherever it is they rest their
heads at night.
The heat of the day has gone,
Replaced by the touch of a cool breeze.
All the days stresses melt away
Replaced with a peaceful serenity.
I love this time of night.
Dancing flowers,
In the happy hours,
After the night's shower
Of dew,
Looked so hue
Under the sky so blue,
Were saying to you:
"We love you"
Dear swallow!
They love you.
Do love them.
Never hurt them
Answer their love
With your love.
Don't be selfish
For its devilish.
Always be true
For if you are true,
God will love you.
To get His love
Shower love.
And answer love
With your love.
Oh! how i love the rain
to watch it's beauty
fall from above
like the tears of angels
washing away the scars of yesterday
it's always the same
TRUTHFUL
POETIC
STEADY
It can be gentle
like a first kiss
or angry, as a last goodbye
it never gets lonely
always consistant
DRIZZLING
POURING
POUNDING
What beauty!
those countless tears
awkwardly falling
from the face of a bashful sky
i love the rain
PURE
PASSIONATE
CLEAN
UNASSUMING...
in the beautiful dark
my bright rejoicing
heard the sweet
tell of its happy ectsatic
completely man.
let poet's sing the day kind
drink me the shine
drunken on eternal
i love winging
scragless, featherless
in dark happiness.
love consumes the blind