hunter-adam-hill
my favorite poems are nature poems that deepen the feeling and experience of their specific content, that's why I write them primarily, because they are reflections of my utmost appreciation for the environment I live in and the lifestyle I am so fortunate to enjoy.
Isle of Sunshine
Home to sweet sun
Paradise and Promise
of dreams just begun
Sister of sunlight
Cradled in Carribean soul
My new found wanderlust
on my heartstrings you pull
I yearn to come know you
to feel gentle shoals
to sit by night fires
watching dying coals
Adventure we might have
exploring your shores
hiking your mountains
becoming yours
Your secrets I look for
your details excite
I ache for your friendship
to know you my delight
away you are from where I gaze
beyond my touch you stay
a place of sweet surprise and life
to forget you ever, I never may.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Swishing rustling creaking trees
Swaying speaking whispers
standing tall with lofty chords
praising hymnal vespers
Spirits rush and pass through limbs
giving force to natural hymns
with mighty presence dwell these winds
praising light which cleareth sins
Souls of giants reach to God
taking in warm life
soaking up the blessings given
accepting every strife
Turning with the world below
colors ripening with harvest's glow
seeking not to feel or know
how blessed are all that trees still grow...
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Caminar aqui
en los bosques de vida
verde luz
Arboles altas
arriba de tierra
que crece
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Simple lazy lounging one
who places silk aside
your strands of supple moonlight
with beauty do abide.
In patient rest you sniffle
not having much to suffer
and in this state of reposeful peace
your sleepy gaze is no rougher.
With candid manifest of tranquil stillness
those locks of ghostly pearl and sheen
straight cascading on your form
these glowing threads possess a gleam.
El pelo rubia
durante el dia
el sol esta brillante
en tu cabeza todos las dias.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
You play the saviour
trial bourne
who payed my cost
and felt the scorn
I never asked this
so why guilt me on
I've not strayed the path
my grievances are non
Don't wear that **** mask
or point down at me
your guise of sweet nature
is a painful falsity
allow me to honor
and somehow succeed
dont lie of my reasons
the truths been decreed.
Silence your daggers
I'll not be your slave
your new chance at living
redemption to save
I walk on my own now
A man of my craft
forevermore
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Sleek Efficient
Productive Proud
Metropolis of Utopia
aloft in white clouds
Submits a plan
of change minute
clouds grow dark
in cold refute
Brimstone hurled
about in fury
peace is lost
and angels scurry
What once was built
is now on knees
lost in doubt
trust now flees
Why now has this occurred
Alon. Betrayed. Destroyed
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Alert and conscious eyes agape
Heartbeat steady wide awake
Staring blankly at the wall
Dreams escaping one and all.
Discomfort present all night long
Heat and lumps and rage
Anger that I cannot sleep
Within my waking cage.
My mind refuses rest
As sweat forms on my chest
I curse the early hours
In which my mood now sours.
Where are you fickle sheep
Whose absence makes me weep.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC