Least Read Poems About Nature
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Mountain Spruce
They mark their time
draped in Druidic rhyme
standing so evergreen tall
against an autumn deceit
Against the annual fall
a wicked plunder of leaves
which cannot be denied
littering the mountainside
Now buried beneath the snow
so no one will ever know
draped in Druidic rhyme
standing so evergreen tall
against an autumn deceit
Against the annual fall
a wicked plunder of leaves
which cannot be denied
littering the mountainside
Now buried beneath the snow
so no one will ever know
#forest
#trees
#winter
#fall
#nature
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Blanketed
The freshly fallen snow
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
gathers on the ground
without making a sound
while winter winds blow
Covering up the world
under a white frozen drape
allowing me to escape
to where poetry is unfurled
Nestled in this ever-quiet time
while I continue pursuing rhyme
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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A Poem for Eagle
Poetic response to "Eagle Poem" by Joy Harjo
I pull myself apart
the consequence of all art
exposing my whole
with all of its jagged pieces
Prayer does not come easy
for one who sees sin
as a true win-win
barely ever ashamed
Nor forever blamed
for any kindness is a gift
with too much thrift
in an abundant world
While wings are unfurled
lifting you ever higher
above all that we conspire
show us your sign
An ever-lofty design
meant to reclaim ...
I pull myself apart
the consequence of all art
exposing my whole
with all of its jagged pieces
Prayer does not come easy
for one who sees sin
as a true win-win
barely ever ashamed
Nor forever blamed
for any kindness is a gift
with too much thrift
in an abundant world
While wings are unfurled
lifting you ever higher
above all that we conspire
show us your sign
An ever-lofty design
meant to reclaim ...
#LifeStruggles
#birds
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
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Celtic Reflections
Distant crystal streams
are now just mere poetic dreams
left in my memory
left in all these tears
Glistening in the sun
each and every one
bringing a smile
bringing a hope
For deep within the glade
is an ever-pleasant shade
that hides me from it all
protects my secrets
As rapeseed blossoms spill
painting the nearby hill
in a splendid yellow hue
vibrant in their sheen
While their scent fills the air
with its sweet romantic flair
its own natural imperfections ...
are now just mere poetic dreams
left in my memory
left in all these tears
Glistening in the sun
each and every one
bringing a smile
bringing a hope
For deep within the glade
is an ever-pleasant shade
that hides me from it all
protects my secrets
As rapeseed blossoms spill
painting the nearby hill
in a splendid yellow hue
vibrant in their sheen
While their scent fills the air
with its sweet romantic flair
its own natural imperfections ...
#flowers
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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The Wood
Deer peer from the edge of the woods" ~ Joy Harjo
I am always more civilized
in the wild
ever since I was a child
I learned reverence here
Daydreaming hours alone
helped me to atone
for all of these sins
everyone tried to pin on me
As if a splash on my infant head
gave my consent instead
to join this realm
where I am forever cleaved
Man and nature
nature and man
as if anyone ever can ...
I am always more civilized
in the wild
ever since I was a child
I learned reverence here
Daydreaming hours alone
helped me to atone
for all of these sins
everyone tried to pin on me
As if a splash on my infant head
gave my consent instead
to join this realm
where I am forever cleaved
Man and nature
nature and man
as if anyone ever can ...
#nature
#religion
#spiritual
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Up Above and Down Below
I leap into the unbridled breeze
savor the secret shade of trees
learning all I do know
from up above and down below
For Nature is my solitary guide
about every truth I have lied
the message in each breath
this preeminence of death
Since these lessons I have learned
gleaned from these candles burned
savor the secret shade of trees
learning all I do know
from up above and down below
For Nature is my solitary guide
about every truth I have lied
the message in each breath
this preeminence of death
Since these lessons I have learned
gleaned from these candles burned
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#wisdom
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Mountain Air
There is just something else
about the mountain air
with its own robust flair
that whispers soft yet crisp
While the faint smell of pine
summons the divine
making every hollow
a sanctuary for my soul
Even though I have hiked
so many miles
worn so many smiles
(some more dear than sincere)
I still seek out this place
revel in the space
of a newly minted poem
spacious in its stanzas
Tangled sweetly in the lines
as each moment redefines
all the ones before...
about the mountain air
with its own robust flair
that whispers soft yet crisp
While the faint smell of pine
summons the divine
making every hollow
a sanctuary for my soul
Even though I have hiked
so many miles
worn so many smiles
(some more dear than sincere)
I still seek out this place
revel in the space
of a newly minted poem
spacious in its stanzas
Tangled sweetly in the lines
as each moment redefines
all the ones before...
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Brisk
The wild winter wind
cuts across the snow
as it continues to blow
distant hopes for spring
Leaving me to find
a single thing to show
for everything I know
about each concentric ring
Ciphered by the leafless trees
in this wicked frigid breeze
cuts across the snow
as it continues to blow
distant hopes for spring
Leaving me to find
a single thing to show
for everything I know
about each concentric ring
Ciphered by the leafless trees
in this wicked frigid breeze
#trees
#winter
#wind
#nature
#confessional
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Dawn Breaking
There is no mistaking
when the dawn is breaking
this colorful spill
of so many new hues
While dark night fades away
bright light floods the day
all vibrant and fresh
spattering the wide horizon
As She paints Her bold art
inspiring us once again to start
when the dawn is breaking
this colorful spill
of so many new hues
While dark night fades away
bright light floods the day
all vibrant and fresh
spattering the wide horizon
As She paints Her bold art
inspiring us once again to start
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Sea Foam
This snowy white froth
feels its bliss
makes its hiss
spreading out wide
in a gesture of hope
with an infinite slope
feels its bliss
makes its hiss
spreading out wide
in a gesture of hope
with an infinite slope
#hope
#sea
#water
#nature
#peace
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Silent Song
I do love to sing along
with the silent song
how it now tickles the trees
with its wispy breeze
Like some lyrical poem
allowed to freely roam
across a daisy filled field
with all her secrets revealed
While the leaves of grass
that I reverently pass
join in on the chorus
of these deep dark forests
Filling up my busy day
in a most jovial way
as I seek out some shade
in the darkened cool glade
Ready to begin once again
as I take out paper and pen
begin jotting down each word
of...
with the silent song
how it now tickles the trees
with its wispy breeze
Like some lyrical poem
allowed to freely roam
across a daisy filled field
with all her secrets revealed
While the leaves of grass
that I reverently pass
join in on the chorus
of these deep dark forests
Filling up my busy day
in a most jovial way
as I seek out some shade
in the darkened cool glade
Ready to begin once again
as I take out paper and pen
begin jotting down each word
of...
#forest
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Sacred Ground
The sacred is not confinable to buildings” ~ Joy Harjo
My brittle body wanders so
in search of a spiritual flow
in search of a purity of soul
willing then to exact any toll
Along far, distant rails
hiking steep stony trails
both high then low
in search of what they know
Refusing to follow the herd
led by some transcribed word
preferring to let Nature
whisper to me Her design
A true blueprint in the sky
answers all questions why ...
My brittle body wanders so
in search of a spiritual flow
in search of a purity of soul
willing then to exact any toll
Along far, distant rails
hiking steep stony trails
both high then low
in search of what they know
Refusing to follow the herd
led by some transcribed word
preferring to let Nature
whisper to me Her design
A true blueprint in the sky
answers all questions why ...
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#tradition
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Nature