#naturepoems
As you look up to a clear night sky
Don’t you see that your problems
Are very small compared to 13.8 billions
Of years of creation, though it looks like it
Was created seven days ago, this perfection
The Big Dipper, Cassiopeia and nature
And the moon that I see my problems
Just want to shrink and melt away from
My mind. And though my worries come to screaming halt
I see that that the wonder of it all also erases the problems all
Together. Though the problems never really disappear
They are just smaller in size
Nature as that affect on your issues
Be it the stargazing
Or be walking into the forest
This for billions of years giving it
More healing power then all the medicine
There is,
Don’t you see the great power of the nature and the cosmos!
Don’t you see the pure artistry that comes in crafting the Big Dipper
And 87 other constellations
Don’t you see the detail in nature, and the might of Orion.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
I love you as the desert loves the dunes
As the dahlias love the bees
Like the orioles that are colored maroon
Love to sing in key
I love you as the sea loves the moon
As the anemone loves the clown fish
Like the color purple loves blue
As you mix it together with hues of red in a dish
I love you as the mountains love the sky
As the stars love the heavens
Like the trinkets love magpies
Like a Pisces loves the number seven
I love you as the ants love honeydew
As fish love moving water
Like rainbows love vibrant hues
Like the rivers love otters
I love you as children love sunsets
As cats love catnip
Like an addict loves a cigarette
It’s an unbreakable habit
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
Today I woke a happy fellow
Saw dancing daisies in the meadow
The sun was up to greet me so
With golden smile all aglow
Its rays of light of sparkling bliss
Did plant upon my cheek a kiss
Then wrapped me in warmful embrace
And set my beating heart apace
For springtime's grace has superseded
Savage winter which we heeded
Its colours blend a joyful soul
With heavenly palms we extol
The beautiful spring that whispers love
That fits my hand just like a glove
Today I am a happy fellow
Dancing daisies in the meadow
Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
Sitting here in the car
with the windows semi-down
there is a bloom of content
as the door is swung open
to receive a cool breeze
which breaths on my face
and glides over my feet
relishing their woodland walk
my body embracing the warmth of the end of May
as Springtime collides into summer
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 10:52 AM UTC
Watching the snow fall
Touching the pavement, pelting the wall,
Melts time and time again, and call and call
On windy hilltops soft in the flow
Brighter and brighter, the streetlamps glow,
The robin orange-red breast on show.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 12:16 PM UTC
There is a place hidden
deep within the forest
Where the moss grows
Dark emerald green
a pride of trees gather
to conceal those green, growing things
Places above the forest floor
birds raise their young
living fragile though unafraid
the cricket and the whippoorwill alike
Find a home on the forest floor
All the sweet smelling grasses
Grow uninhibited while
A soft gentle rain, a shower
Nourishes life beneath the sun
Leaves, trees and grass
soft to the touch let footsteps roam
Above the branches lift high a canopy
To shield all those below
From a storm or sudden shower
While a rainbow is born
consummate of rain with sun
Sweet smells grow sweeter still
Mingling and mixing in green places
Where the moss grows
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
I was standing in front of the pale blue sea
It's water was shining in the sun,
It was unexpectedly hot today
And I felt how smooth, soft as cotton sand covers my feet.
I heard wind going "swish" and "swosh" like a whistling man
It was so close it even kinda scared me down.
The feeling was amazing - relaxing, calming and light
This place is heaven
And those were the best moments of my life.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
Birds and bats fly at the same pace
Lads claiming been to outer space
Some just cant find a trace,
Of the truth that lies within their space
Some laugh at the poetry of craze
But a driven mind always slays
Trying to find a single trace
Of a mere fault in the perfect place
Managed everything so fragile,
Two words and a never ending space
Though some cant tie a lace
And some just cant embrace
The truth of life and the short race,
Striving to comprehend the confusing space
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
as i gaits around the pavement
under the sun with my weary heart
wrapped in my pockets
wind whispers to my ears
lonely tree swayed its branches
sad and blue
leaves fell on the ground
swept by the summer wind
i lift my head up and stretch my arms
gave him a hug
my heart jumped out as he hugged me back
maybe we're gonna be best friends
so I climbed up on him and threw my weary heart into the space
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC