Long Poems About Nature
#nature
Long poems about nature. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
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"~an epic in the making.."
https://youtu.be/jQmShrpQ3c0?feature=shared
(an inspired lyrical from this song link)
(intro verses)
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my breeze..
at this nascent dawning hours
of a newness flower in bloom..
this such pleasant now..
will it be embracing me..
a quizzical puzzle ..
is this future..
when the singing blue nightingale
becomes silent at this time..
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my...
(an inspired lyrical from this song link)
(intro verses)
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my breeze..
at this nascent dawning hours
of a newness flower in bloom..
this such pleasant now..
will it be embracing me..
a quizzical puzzle ..
is this future..
when the singing blue nightingale
becomes silent at this time..
an epic..
will you come & sing.. my...
#dawn
#flowers
#music
#nature
#universe
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To John
Life is harder than you thought. Shit’s hit the fan on multiple occasions. You’ve almost let it affect your character, and to be honest, on some occasions it has. The drinking, weed, it’s all to drown out any form of feeling.
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
But what about the good ones?
What about the feelings that bring you so much joy? Why drown those? What about the feelings of togetherness and friendship, the people who value you for you? What about them? Why lose pieces of yourself in a bottle, pill, or bong? It takes pieces of you, all of which may or may not return.
They call me. ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#hope #nature
#hope #nature
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~ OESHO- OMMO
celestial naked
duskiness.. dotted fleshy in bloodied
red clotted erected buds ..
touched with golden tips
& blackened craving lips..
her powering in
sensualising form
Ommo~ Uma
spatially densing~dancing
asteroidal lighted Shakthi.. She
in search of
her other half her love .. in
mystically peacockish blueing hue
of the mountainous Kailash
earthen peaking form, in His
Himalayan abode
Oesho~ Ishwar
Him the Shiva.. ...
duskiness.. dotted fleshy in bloodied
red clotted erected buds ..
touched with golden tips
& blackened craving lips..
her powering in
sensualising form
Ommo~ Uma
spatially densing~dancing
asteroidal lighted Shakthi.. She
in search of
her other half her love .. in
mystically peacockish blueing hue
of the mountainous Kailash
earthen peaking form, in His
Himalayan abode
Oesho~ Ishwar
Him the Shiva.. ...
#love
#nature
#power
#spiritual
#universe
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Birds Fly In The Rain
We know not the tinder of the moment
When match is struck
Suspended between spark and flame
What is right? What is wrong?
No one lives forever
Then needs come the night
Why do we keep deep diving for everything on our wishlist
Always chasing some neurotically ordained checklist
Why cant we be satisfied in the here and now
Who am I
Some random guy
A random
Unique
An outlier in your world
A shooting star outside your orbit
*
...
When match is struck
Suspended between spark and flame
What is right? What is wrong?
No one lives forever
Then needs come the night
Why do we keep deep diving for everything on our wishlist
Always chasing some neurotically ordained checklist
Why cant we be satisfied in the here and now
Who am I
Some random guy
A random
Unique
An outlier in your world
A shooting star outside your orbit
*
...
#identity
#love
#nature
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"The Sea's Silent Symphony"
The sun, a molten gold coin, shimmered on the surface of the Coral Triangle, a vast, pulsating heart of the ocean. Spring’s gentle warmth had coaxed a symphony of life from the depths. Coral polyps, tiny architects of the sea, unfurled their delicate tentacles, capturing the sun-kissed plankton that drifted on the currents. Clownfish, their vibrant orange stripes flashing like jewels, darted amongst the anemones, their symbiotic dance a testament to the intricate balance of this underwater Eden.
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
A mother humpback whale, her massive form a gentle giant, guided her calf through the...
#animals
#fish
#nature
#regret
#sea
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[NaPoWriMo - 2025 Collection] Flowers from Thoughts
Prelude
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber
for...
Flush wisteria, lavender
ripened upon their vine
Eliot’s hyacinth couple
deep purple, beyond the rain-
pummeled garden gate
A mossy footpath, wet
seeping between toes
of bare feet, droplets plop
extend upward, fall
into Earth's moistened mouth
. . .Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Not to learn but remember
nor think back to before
November circumstance
tilled the soil of withered slumber
for...
#nature
#mythology
#nostalgia
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The Rose of Paradise (Cauldron Kill Series)
An abomination of a demonic-angel and hollowed earth
The Rose of Paradise purpose became the healer of nature’s hurt,
“With skin that flows a mercury of flowers and vines
Mysterious mystical energy in her eyes constantly shine,
“The Rose of Paradise natural beauty is godly insane
Along with her touch that can change blood to warm milk or polluted rain,
“All animals in the area will always know when she is near
Coming to her defense if called fighting to the death with no fear,
“Through smells The Rose...
The Rose of Paradise purpose became the healer of nature’s hurt,
“With skin that flows a mercury of flowers and vines
Mysterious mystical energy in her eyes constantly shine,
“The Rose of Paradise natural beauty is godly insane
Along with her touch that can change blood to warm milk or polluted rain,
“All animals in the area will always know when she is near
Coming to her defense if called fighting to the death with no fear,
“Through smells The Rose...
#mythology
#nature
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The Shape I'm In
How much I miss
to moss in love
holding the mold
to gorgon stone
lifetimes ago, this
ancient road.
Horizons beam
my wanderlust dream:
I am dim
of years away
from the final
dandelion blaze,
still sleek from behind
with the Sun going down
‘til morning lurks
to hone the worm
& I (...alone,
...
#forest
#FreeVerse
#mountains
#nature
#unicorns
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~of a 2 random flashed paradisiacal poetic symbolisms.. of an otherwise prosaic day
1.
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
the messy mosquito window mesh
loaded with immortally chamfering
dusts over their each tiny squaring in
portals.. today had a surprise guest
not just knocking its door .. but falling
vertically flat & stuck..in a 90 degree
‘sashtanga namaskaram’ over the
waiting portal doors.. its iridescence
was a killer nacreous shine.. though
a dorsal beauty, away from my direct
visions.. only
her horrific ventral side.. of a boggy
brown muddiness.. in a nauseating
thoraxo-abdominal...
#animals
#flowers
#nature
#symbolism
#trees
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~& the caw-ing cute, the cranial city Crow.. will go uncared for:(
at fourish fivish this a dark sunday dawn..
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
I hear the sharp & haste cawing calls
of them
(… yes, the same them whom had known
& bonded well right from my childhood…
them- the gathered brainy birds..
the simplistic & highly social, the indian
house crow in its black n faded bodied
greys.. in its small statured built than
their bigger relative.. the wild pitch black
violent ravens…
thanks to my dad, an avid bird lover.. he
used to feed them on a daily routine...
#anger
#birds
#CallToAction
#city
#nature
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~the purpose
take away even my memory
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
your cruel designs of lobotomy
can win you toxic nuclear wars
but yes there I am here again.. still
throbbing as a steely butterfly heart
with lousily stitched up a punctured
ruptured mind.. unable to comprehend
or feel anything even..
but yet this hearted up beat.. it’s frictional
heat has already marathonically lighted up
this eternal soul .. that feel knows the pain
the pain .. that...
#dystopian
#inspirational
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Nature