Nature Slam Poems | Examples
These Nature Slam poems are examples of Slam poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Slam Nature poems written by international poets.
Wind is blowing pretty hard.
See why the hand holds
Will lift you and slam you. Sometimes the boat leaves the water completely.
Your raceing around the deck trying not to be swept overboard.
You are so soaked, wind chilling you to the bone.
Half filled with fear
Yet the grin says I'm having the time of my life
Make a mistake your dead
I have no care about dead. Doesn't matter to me.
I'm alive. Nature slamming me every way
Waves that lean the boat to where you swear the boats mast is almost touching the water each rock of a wave
What's crazy I can't swim a lick .
Don't care. Better my body on the ocean floor than ashes sitting forever on someone's shelf
You can sit in a couch feeling sad thinking life has past you by .
Waste away in sorrow
No thoughts on tomorrow
Or get yourself up go out and bring life to you
Like its said you live only once.
You live every day.
you die only once
Your choice. Make the most out of what short time we get, or you waste away wishing.
Yeah. Only you can make this choice
No one tells me anything
For fear I think
Of my brittle nature to the
cold heart truth being exposed
As obviously better than I
they know me
And what fickle nature consumes
my soft underbelly and wafer thin skin
How I take every little setback to heart
And that I simply can not rest knowing
someone i love
May rest just as uneasy as I now do
knowing what we both know
And no amount of pretending the
problem does not exist
Will make the problem or this
sinking feeling subside or go away
Maybe that's why no one chooses
to tell me anything at all
Because although I may wish I can
not solve other people's problems
Fact of the matter is in reality
I can barely solve my own
And will probably only end up making
the problem ten times worse anyway
And besides that i am supposed to
be the fun one
Uncle Just Play Court Jester
Who tells cheesy stupid childish
jokes in order to make light
of just incase any dire grave situation
should occur
Oh station , station
Yee of intermittent locomotive
thoroughfare
Once standing proud now
sadly scheduled surplus to
moderna
Redundant made it's ticket
booth , collector and so to
it's master
Resigned and destined for
graffiti spray to patch it's
walls
With it's clock battery powered
down
It's fate a clubhouse for tomorrows
youth to wreck and frequent gather
in and under
Smoke and try initial cigarette
plume cough and alcoholic
spirit drunken after shock
hangover
It's track's to be repatriated back
to nature 6 foot overgrown by
scrub , weed and bush
No click no clack no whisper
harking back
Visitation only by means of
historical scholastic dissertation
It's final lesson thus if willing to
accept
Everything once valued once
it has seved it's purpose and
past it's exasperation date
Will in fact so to in future be
cast aside and face this
exact fate
And maybe if nothing else
but for death will be saved from
Seeing all the things we
treasure and keep as memories
most dear
Disappearing before us and
and so to point out
That the light at the end of the
tunnel is fast becoming dimmed
by the milli-second
While i understand and totally get
It's human nature to want to
apportion blame
When it comes to one's government
remember
Very rarely do the voting public agree
With the choices made on their behalf
In a democray once we have placed
our tick in a box and our votes are
tallied up
It's then solely up to them to
fulfill that duty and trust we have placed in them
Unfortunately though when it
comes to politics
Once they are voted it's every
person for the party collective
And can anyone attest to
meeting or seeing a politician
who could look anyone directly
in the eye without blinking
And thinking first and foremost
of what lie to tell as long as he
or her can count on your vote
And if anything was to go wrong
willing to take or accept blame
Talent can no more be bought
Than can be taught
As talent is a force of nature
Wasted on the talentless
The summer sun has lost
its gloss and warmth
And falling leaves are forming
baron tree's
Whilst snow crystals blanket
them in white
And the laundry on the washing
line now takes oh so long to dry
And i haven't taken an
antihistamine in quite a while
Or sat outside on my garden lounger
or opended up the umbrella
And the watering can is just
quietly sat in contemplation
gathering rust and moss
Nature is in the throes of re-gifting
Yet still takes a moment to leave
a parting gift behind of a
christmas tree for us all to
gather around and decorate
With a,
Heigh Ho,
Heigh Ho,
Heigh Ho
In defense of nature we go
Like Night's on Crusade
But i fear we will need
More than seven dwarfs
Unless they are standing on the shoulder of giants
And holding Don Quixote lance
Because we are up against
Our mortal enemy
Hephaestus
Under the microscope we are under watched by a near by species
For some reason they think we are a life form that takes it to easy
Over the years we were abducted; that was a mistake the aliens became uneasy
Unique in several ways we are human and that they see we are strange
Fooling them we act very hostile yet our mindset needs be rearrange
Opening our minds they started to look, but our minds seems to weird and derange
Upset, the aliens take our species to try to understand
Freaks of nature we seem to gather with costumes and sounds of band
Old as time they been coming to our planet and this is what they found, like us, land
Unrelenting we humans seem to focus on a different path
Feelings we have the aliens do not understand what we have
Odd we are, we are the only species in the galaxy that really know how to have a bath
Unrealizable that we do adore the stars and lights in the sky
From all our studies we look up and see the lights that make our world, we cry
Only now we reason with the aliens we are fools in our world and we sigh
Rainter! O my Rainter! What are you, Rainter?
Are you a new season tinted by holy painter?
Rain is falling hard even in this freezing winter,
Everywhere disgust roams like a lonely hunter.
The winter rain congeals brains, soaks hearts,
With its two ice-cold hands and crying eyes.
Nature is camouflaging itself in several parts
To display how changing carpet of Time flies.
Rainter, a fragment of Nature’s jumbled play,
Is nothing but a cyclic blend of its crude tools.
Some would sense it exciting, others may say
“Rainter, thou art disgusting except to the fools”
BLACK TEXAS TEA, NO FISH can SEE
We Want to KNOW what WE DONE to THEE
Charlie Tuna wants to STRIKE
Along with Catfish Mike
Though PROHIBITED by KING Of SEA