Nature Tritina Poems | Examples
These Nature Tritina poems are examples of Tritina poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Tritina Nature poems written by international poets.
The farm I loved, my ancient homeplace
A families love, God given grace
Though poor then now those memories embrace
I learned to be somewhat independent, life embrace
So much to explore on that old homeplace
So lucky to be covered and blessed by God's grace
The whole family worked hard, filled with grace
There was plenty of food, nature I did embrace
That farm will always for me be my homeplace
Homeplace,
Grace
Embrace
The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and the dissipation began to rise from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the cops barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
The autumn day is beautiful and sweet,
and the sounds of nature ring loud and sharp;
I stand listening to a lone bird song.
His tweets, chirps and twirls an echoing song,
I am in awe of his melody sweet;
and then, the wind answers in whispers sharp.
Somewhere, a tree branch breaks with a crack sharp,
disturbing tranquility of this song;
I love nature and the hidden sounds sweet.
Let this sweet, sharp, song ever drift and float.
Floating across the ridges, gentle leaf
Soaring to new heights, despite the grief
Still, soft joy providing soul’s relief
Music in all its grace, autumn’s relief
Song as bright as sunshine in each leaf
This is the moment, pouring out its grief
Across the ridges, soundless edge of grief
Quiet prayers, in His presence is relief
Trees and hills, bound by each vibrant leaf
Every leaf, despite its grief, finds relief in Fall
The dense film of depthless darkness spreads silently
as the fading spectrum of tranquil twilight descends
to disappear in the opaque cauldron of the onyx night.
Black satin stretches as the velvet swathe of night.
In halcyon horizon the last sunrays dissolve silently,
on the skyline silken shade of chalcedony descends.
The surge of astral ardor from the still sky descends
as the sprouting stars shine in the crystalline night,
adorning the sparkling sky with stellar crown silently.
Amorous moondust silently descends from sky at night.
Take me to the high desert where the Sierras touch the sky.
Beside my tent an ice cold creek hastily rushes by.
Above me a thousand stars mesmerize the eye.
The jagged mountains come alive as the sun rises in my eye,
Casting a reddish glow on the earth below a golden sky.
Out of nowhere a roadrunner comically passes by.
The Alabama Hills beckon from a dusty trail close by.
Two crows call noisily from a tree and look me in the eye.
After a lengthy conversation, they fly off in a cloudless sky.
I marvel at the sunset, below a crimson sky, captured by my camera's photographic eye.
September is a season in between,
where nature is silently changing.
Where what is grown becomes a harvest.
Where stocks of corn invite a harvest,
with longer nights and shorter days between.
To reap the fields in a season changing.
September for farmers is a time of changing.
When fields are plowed after the harvest,
as they move from fields to silos in between.
September's changing between seasons brings a harvest.
September's song is summer's sigh
Its rhythm rides toward an equinox
Leaves will soon be ready for their aerial ballet
Like a snowflake's swirl, a butterfly's ballet
Autumn's colourful leaves and windy sigh
Bring night and day into equinox
Springtime also enjoys its own equinox
As blooms swirl in a breezy ballet
Nature releases a joyful sigh
Seasons sigh at equinox, each with its own ballet
Year-round we poets are inspired
to use our pens to praise the seasons,
striving to capture Nature's majesty.
All Creation reflects God's majesty.
Paintings, sculptures, and lyrics are inspired
by the myriad beauties of the seasons.
While some utilize pen or clay to laud the seasons
or the brush to manifest awe of Nature's majesty,
others simply smile and sigh when they are inspired.
Daily, I am inspired by the seasons' majesty.
October inks the leaves on the trees
and orange, gold, and scarlet abound:
within Fall's fantasy Wonderland.
Sculpting a visual Wonderland,
Mother Nature tints the tops of trees:
where frost-inspired colors abound.
North, where deciduous trees abound:
golden leaves create a Wonderland:
fluttering atop the gilded trees.
Amber trees abound in Wonderland.
To them we’re the classless aliens,
we destroy everything they envy;
Toxic leaving scars on the planet;
Rare jewel this ocean filled planet,
it cannot be mined by aliens;
Natural riches leave such envy;
One in a million sparks envy
in eyes not on this regal planet;
A work in progress to aliens;
All aliens envy our planet.
Stars, like glowworms, surround the gibbous moon
Like cold mood of a play, blinks blue lit sky
Dark clouds, like ghostly shadow shows, puff up
Moon moves toward dusky clouds that puff up
A night heron flies across the full moon
Like Hera in black-blue gown, shines the sky
Angels enter, exit in scenic sky
Smokes, as though from Elysium, puff up
Skirting the boots of the silvery moon
Soul is bliss-filled by the charms that puff up
Heart is enchanted by the blue-whale sky
Mind muses on marvelous marble moon
23 March 2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anna Marie Kaianah
I love to walk among the woods;
It’s coolest here beneath the trees
In pleasant shade, eschewing sun.
In meadows where there’s only sun,
I find I quickly miss my woods,
And so I hurry to the trees.
Ah, back again among the trees
Where I find respite from the sun.
Delightful here! I love my woods.
My woods, their trees, block out the sun.
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(recurring theme of woods, trees, sun, but a "comfortable"
environment in which to try out a new form.
This form feels a bit like a "round", moving around
a central theme. Going to have to try this some more)
I see your face before me as I weep
By water's edge, leaves swirling in the wind
Your touch I feel in this, my frozen hand
I reach for you, but cannot grasp your hand
The tears well up in wintry waves that weep
Warm summer's sun now banished by chill wind
In June there streamed a milder, gentler wind
I thrilled to take your tender, outstretched hand --
O Nature, lift your voice for us and weep
~ Love's whispered promise broken by ill wind
The seawater rushes inland at the height of the tides.
It is the lateness of the day the moon begin its rise.
Morning sun takes out the seawater and start its decline.
Studies by astronomers note the ascent and decline.
The position of the sun and moon, fluctuates the tides.
Predictions will ascertain the water table to rise.
Scheduling sporting events whenever the water rise.
Have those not inclined, to venture further when in decline.
Higher water levels are flood tides, lower are ebb tides.
The level of the tides, when the moon rise, and sun decline.