Least Read Poems About Nature
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Least read poems about nature. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Seeing the beauty
A man of many words can inspire lots
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
#love
#courage
#LGBT
#nature
#respect
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Drifting Ice
Wouldn’t it be nice
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
to live a life of drifting ice
carried along by the tide
just coming along for the ride
With no particular place to go
nothing left to prove or show
just accepting it all
hearing Nature and her call
Leaving behind human things
such as the chase for brass rings
more things to have or own
more sins for me to atone
As I follow the Gulf Stream
living in a waking dream
with no losing or winning
with no end nor beginning
While I feel each feeling felt ...
#confessional
#nature
#sea
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Nightfall’s Ink
I love the end of each day
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
when twilight has its way
ushers in the beginning of dark
so that I may then strike my spark
Watching these colors swirl
as my thoughts now curl
back upon themselves
upon this one who still delves
In search of all I may find
revel in this true peace of mind
only Nature can truly give
within this rambling life I live
Knowing how the cold darkness
with all its bold starkness
serves to again set the mood
nestled in this alpine wood
So I resolve once again
to...
#sun
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Spirit Feather
I often feel the bloom
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
of the lone white plume
the light tickle of its softness
sharpness of its point
As if meant to anoint
the chasing of dreams
fording of poetic streams
with its flowing write
For ink is a dark night
spilt in a rage
to cover the guilty page
with a signed confession
Escape the deep regression
of cold lying numbers
while poetry still slumbers
beneath a blanket of stars
These tiny fireflies in jars
dance the old dance
embrace the bold chance ...
#nature
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
#tradition
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Earthen
I can hold it in my hand
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
in order to now understand
the power of this dark soil
the blessings of our toil
With such beauty all around
I am able to forget
this sad litany of regret
feel my feet now bedewed
As my spirit is again renewed
by every deep breath
reminding even death
that spring always returns
While the candle slowly burns
both ends towards the middle
hoping to solve the eternal riddle
the deep why to all of our hows
Able to finally leave my mind
somewhere far...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Sunset on Water
No matter where I may be
seeing sunset on the sea
steals my breath
makes me stop and pause
Giving me just cause
to feel the joy within
once again begin
believing in Her divinity
A true glimpse of infinity
wrapped up in this now
no longer needing to know how
gravitational physics explains it all
How each rhythmic rise and fall
of the ever intrepid tide
upon this ocean so wide
is able to always calm
A soothing spiritual balm
for a post modern mind ...
seeing sunset on the sea
steals my breath
makes me stop and pause
Giving me just cause
to feel the joy within
once again begin
believing in Her divinity
A true glimpse of infinity
wrapped up in this now
no longer needing to know how
gravitational physics explains it all
How each rhythmic rise and fall
of the ever intrepid tide
upon this ocean so wide
is able to always calm
A soothing spiritual balm
for a post modern mind ...
#sea
#sun
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
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Embroidery
She weaves all of her sleeves
in orange and gold marigolds
just to dress things up
set the autumnal stage
For a moment of beauty
just here to remind
all that I may find
if I just look then see
This tapestry of fall rhyme
stitched together in time
in orange and gold marigolds
just to dress things up
set the autumnal stage
For a moment of beauty
just here to remind
all that I may find
if I just look then see
This tapestry of fall rhyme
stitched together in time
#beauty
#flowers
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Autumnally
It always seems Autumn falls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
in her own time
makes her own rhyme
branch upon branch, line after line
According to her deft design
she paints all of her cool leaves
adorns each tree with its sleeves
in such vibrant autumnal hues
Allowing her to spread the news
celebrate each and every year
while knowing its end is near
that Winter still ever looming
But also of springtime blooming
the return of budding life
this perennial cycle rife
with all its beckoning calls
#fall
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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A Return to Taos
It is like I never even left
despite these five years
these countless wept tears
leaving me left so bereft
But nestled near the slope
watching gentle flakes fall
redeeming us all
I know hope never loses hope
As I take that very first run
carve across the mountain face
reestablishing my rightful place
in this land of snow and sun
Chilled tears in my eyes
paint an impressionist scene
with colors white, blue and green
while I again relish Her surprise
How life will not be denied
no...
despite these five years
these countless wept tears
leaving me left so bereft
But nestled near the slope
watching gentle flakes fall
redeeming us all
I know hope never loses hope
As I take that very first run
carve across the mountain face
reestablishing my rightful place
in this land of snow and sun
Chilled tears in my eyes
paint an impressionist scene
with colors white, blue and green
while I again relish Her surprise
How life will not be denied
no...
#hope
#death
#nature
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Tundric
I walk along the frozen moss
as I once again cross
the open mossy meadow
beneath a midnight sun’s shadow
With so many miles to go
tracking the slow ice floe
as I make my way south
toward the fjord’s mouth
For much I have learned
every scar properly earned
in a life lived to its full
despite each push and pull
Healing this new slice
from unsympathetic ice
leaving an unmistakable trace
a souvenir from this arctic place
as I once again cross
the open mossy meadow
beneath a midnight sun’s shadow
With so many miles to go
tracking the slow ice floe
as I make my way south
toward the fjord’s mouth
For much I have learned
every scar properly earned
in a life lived to its full
despite each push and pull
Healing this new slice
from unsympathetic ice
leaving an unmistakable trace
a souvenir from this arctic place
#animals
#birds
#confessional
#nature
#travel
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Glide
The swollen river is still
giving me this thrill
slicing through the dawn
to part my solitude
As my kayak now glides
it still hides
ever so silent
among the brown cattails
While I witness the day
make its bright way
the sun rising
spilling its gentle ink
These multicolors swirl
as the vibrancies twirl
on the blank canvas
of another new morn
Again leaving me here
shedding a silent tear
to christening the morning ...
giving me this thrill
slicing through the dawn
to part my solitude
As my kayak now glides
it still hides
ever so silent
among the brown cattails
While I witness the day
make its bright way
the sun rising
spilling its gentle ink
These multicolors swirl
as the vibrancies twirl
on the blank canvas
of another new morn
Again leaving me here
shedding a silent tear
to christening the morning ...
#water
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Fog
It clings to the hills
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
while it again spills
into the hollow
vaporous
grey specters meander
casting their spells
as the stream now swells
dreamlike
to carry me along
carry me away
in this foggiest day
haunting
#secrets
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mystery
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Nature