Long Poems About Nature
#nature
Long poems about nature. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Dracula.
Once upon
A time a Dracula
Mivel of novel
Dracula drank the 🟠
Little leni.
November decided
To feed on the ciry
Sprucgh red
And a mango been a
Long way 💵.
To night Dracula
That dreamt red
Of blood red tea.
And spruce struck
A strong Bifetal
Puts on pumpkin spice latte
On Dracula December nights
Bights the...
A time a Dracula
Mivel of novel
Dracula drank the 🟠
Little leni.
November decided
To feed on the ciry
Sprucgh red
And a mango been a
Long way 💵.
To night Dracula
That dreamt red
Of blood red tea.
And spruce struck
A strong Bifetal
Puts on pumpkin spice latte
On Dracula December nights
Bights the...
#nature
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There is Transformation in Death
For some species on earth,
there is transformation in death, a renaissance
if you will, becoming young all over again, whether you
see it as reincarnation or rebirth, a new life begins. There is
transformation in death, some lifeforms can be considered
immortal, the cycle continues underneath the ocean waves,
filling the sea with vibrant and deadly limbs. But that’s the
way nature has made them out to be, a wonderful creation of
beauty and wonder, for when their time comes, ...
there is transformation in death, a renaissance
if you will, becoming young all over again, whether you
see it as reincarnation or rebirth, a new life begins. There is
transformation in death, some lifeforms can be considered
immortal, the cycle continues underneath the ocean waves,
filling the sea with vibrant and deadly limbs. But that’s the
way nature has made them out to be, a wonderful creation of
beauty and wonder, for when their time comes, ...
#universe
#nature
#fish
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Midnight nightmares.
On the crest of car
We drove to the
Burger house skied
The skyline
And Thomas drew
A little line.
He frosted on
Across
A chair.The new night was draft Of pink.
Peeling a 🥭.
Year apart the
🍂 of autumn
We shallow
Water.
Happy Easter...
We drove to the
Burger house skied
The skyline
And Thomas drew
A little line.
He frosted on
Across
A chair.The new night was draft Of pink.
Peeling a 🥭.
Year apart the
🍂 of autumn
We shallow
Water.
Happy Easter...
#nature
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she loved the river
Life is like the river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and
sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.”―Emma Smith
she loved the river,
the whispering, lisping river.
there skinny-dipped
under the curtain of its depths,
when no one was around.
fish popping out huge eyes,
attracted by her nippled elegance
and marvelled by her gently rippled dance.
she moved the river, ...
sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.”―Emma Smith
she loved the river,
the whispering, lisping river.
there skinny-dipped
under the curtain of its depths,
when no one was around.
fish popping out huge eyes,
attracted by her nippled elegance
and marvelled by her gently rippled dance.
she moved the river, ...
#river
#water
#nature
#fate
#tragedy
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Flying Pigsfeet
Flying Pigsfeet
Ann had cooked the pigsfeet. Cat and Alice brought the steaks.
Clare arrived with veggies and Sarah’s tasty cakes.
Family members talked and laughed before we took our seats.
The house was filled with smells of food. I couldn’t wait to eat.
It was a lavish dinner on the eve of Halloween.
The table was bedecked with food. What a scrumptious scene!
We all sat down and bowed our heads while Pete said Holy Grace.
Then everyone began to eat at a wondrous tasty pace.
The steak was tender, the veggies...
Ann had cooked the pigsfeet. Cat and Alice brought the steaks.
Clare arrived with veggies and Sarah’s tasty cakes.
Family members talked and laughed before we took our seats.
The house was filled with smells of food. I couldn’t wait to eat.
It was a lavish dinner on the eve of Halloween.
The table was bedecked with food. What a scrumptious scene!
We all sat down and bowed our heads while Pete said Holy Grace.
Then everyone began to eat at a wondrous tasty pace.
The steak was tender, the veggies...
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
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Bats.
Apple fitting. Crab fitting.
Birds chirping. Rain rustling.
Bats winging. Peas ripening.
Bears singing. Wheat whistling.
Balls battling. Rain ripening.
Bees draping. Rice ripening.
Nuts chasing. ...
Birds chirping. Rain rustling.
Bats winging. Peas ripening.
Bears singing. Wheat whistling.
Balls battling. Rain ripening.
Bees draping. Rice ripening.
Nuts chasing. ...
#nature
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The Giggle
The Giggle
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
#politics
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre (Copper Canyon Blues)
Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
(Copper Canyon Blues)
Dusty Chihuahua desolation
At lonely train depot
Desert crossroads for rail journey
Arrival
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums
On the slopes of the valley spirit
and the manger in a holy hostel
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul
Where a feminine voice sings from above
A rosary in Spanish timbre
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies
To her novena nirvana
When the sun returns like a prodigal son ...
#romantic
#city
#nature
#marijuana
#trains
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Divinely Rooted
Good evening, my Lady
how are you?
It's the gentleman
who had the pleasure of making your acquaintance
the other night
just wanted you to know
i am so moved by your mystique
like a soft lurking mist you have hovered
just over the edge of my imagination
tempting my savoir faire
from the outskirts
gently tugging at both my intellect
and intuition into propositioning you for a private dance in
nature's valley
take a chance why don'y you?
let me enhance your senses to my intent
...
how are you?
It's the gentleman
who had the pleasure of making your acquaintance
the other night
just wanted you to know
i am so moved by your mystique
like a soft lurking mist you have hovered
just over the edge of my imagination
tempting my savoir faire
from the outskirts
gently tugging at both my intellect
and intuition into propositioning you for a private dance in
nature's valley
take a chance why don'y you?
let me enhance your senses to my intent
...
#nature
#sensual
#sexy
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iamb a trochaic anapaest
an anapaestic dance
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
#animals
#birds
#nature
#music
#dance
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Mother and father.
Mother
From blood and blues
I'm sorry I caused you pain
All these years I was in
Canopy of dreams
I'm awake now.
With each ascension
I will be by your side.
I will accompany you to
Hills, valleys, station and roads.
Take me home
...
From blood and blues
I'm sorry I caused you pain
All these years I was in
Canopy of dreams
I'm awake now.
With each ascension
I will be by your side.
I will accompany you to
Hills, valleys, station and roads.
Take me home
...
#nature
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Dobermann
My girl stood sixty seven centimetres
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
#love
#animals
#nature
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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