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Poems about Nature
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It’s been an unusually tempestuous winter. / We come dragging up, shored to the building sides / by the wind-tunnel effect, the narrowness
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This beach is red / with sand from stones as old as Earth. / Our grey sea, long ago, / reduced the granite peaks to dunes / and today, /
by riveralex
260 words, 29 comments,
on Feb 12 12:50 PM. In Nature, Angst, Spiritual, Survive, Pain, Life, Depression, Sadness, Inspirati
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Needles of sunbeams through my window / igniting the soul, mishaping one's pillow / / Extending my torso / the walking sticks quake / the
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/ From the heavens above / I fall to the earth / Perfect in every way / I feel the crisp air / As I float along / Without any cares / From the heavens above / I fall to the earth / Searching for you / To share my b
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Sound is breath to our life… / It is like the flavor to our food… / It is the music of love and divinity / It is the instrument for the pla
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When I sat in our little piece of woodland / Enjoying sunshine, warm just like in Spring, / Grateful thoughts cropped up of beauty from God’s hand / That makes my life rich, touching my heart’s string. / / There is that tiny group old fashioned
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Sunsets / / / The sea and the sky got close / and found they had much in common. / They were both big / on colour, moisture, currents
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Forgive me if I fail to celebrate the majesty of Everest; / The mountain doesn't need my praise, / Has lived, will live, long after we are
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and your cherry blossom bare bottom,
sneaking to the kitchen
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Lady Autumn / / With footsteps lightly set, she hastens down the windy lane / Red, golden, rusty leaves are whirling by her train, / Her frocks flutter in the wind as she hurries past / Not for a moment she’ll look back, her breath going fast.
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Memories with the wind fade away
Hopes are born in its light-footed play,
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A last rose flowering in
Late Autumn –
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My Garden / / Lucky with a little garden I can never be / Idle, bored or disgruntled for I always see / Something to be happy and somethin
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by Kiddy
88 words, 8 comments,
on Jun 10 2:30 PM 2007. In Nature
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I am my flaws. / I live in the erasures and the stammered / slipped syllables. / / My mistakes are the only claims / I can make without jo
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We plant in autumn / / smothered under layers of woolen socks, / sealed leather boot days, rubber-treaded walks / and lined slipper eveni
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/ You bring me back / To a land not far away / Warm and familiar / You wrap around me / Unravelling my mind / Letting it flow out / Pouring and dripping / All around this unawakened / Warm and magikal realm / You bring me back / To
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103 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 6 3:01 PM 2006. In Nature
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by pushpa
81 words, 1 comment,
on Dec 8 9:28 AM 2005
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