Nature Poems
Duino Elegies: The First Elegy
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.
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Mimi and Me
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend,
Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends.
Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that causes one to respond in like fashion,
For if you knew her, you'd love her too, as jade nature loves to distraction.
On Pear Street, people ofttimes stare, for Mimi's a raving beauty, no doubt;
Like the varicolored blooms of halcyon summer, are admired on any route.
Mimi is definitely the quiet type, someone it is very pleasant to be around,
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The Breeze
by Sharon Morgan
What is the breeze that rocks the leaves
That shades the blades of grass beneath my feet
And swiftly shiver to-and-fro, from gusts of air which shoot without intent
But breathes on clouds, which race within the clear blue sky,
To win the race, where raindrops burst and thank the sun,
for rays and glows, which bring relief and light
and life, to trees, leaves, grass and sea, and me.
One Velvet Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tranquil, pearly moon arises, at the tangerine end of the memorable day,
Just like the ones we knew back when, until golden time was swept away.
Dressed up people laugh somewhere, very eager for a night on the town,
When the resplendent moon is wearing, twinkling diamonds in her crown.
And far-off planets are peering, in the vibrant hues of blue, beige and red,
A sign peaceful night is already dreaming, like hued flowers in their beds.
The breezes have grown gentle, from a continuous roar, to awed whisper,
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Missing in Action
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation,
Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun, at creation.
Yet, the times were very troubled, because an unhappy country was at war,
As sable, evening shadows deepen, although moonlight spills upon the floor.
I'd recently gotten the news, that our regiment would be deployed overseas,
As a hunger in old-fashioned beehives, prompts deployment of bumblebees.
My family said reluctant, fond goodbyes, and some of them shed quiet tears,
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Gigantic Moon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Calm, tropical moon was huge, filling the night skies with sheen;
And seemed to touch green treetops, and wild, songbird scenes.
The moon grazed mountains and jade hills, when I lay dreaming,
In the warm fragrance of midnight, with dim, starlight streaming.
Full moon was in Daylily Meadow, with a dark, mysterious breeze,
And its loveliness nearly touched the ground, in the hours of ease.
All the obsidian night was aglow, with the nebulous, magical light,
For even when none are observing, nature offers charming sights.
The Forest Floor
by Bob Wolff
I set my soul in a meadow, for it to dry in the sun
And drain the dark fetid water pulling it down
The acrimony of life poisons all things around
And erodes the joys of having once been young.
Each day, each moment that carried sorrow
Poisoned my heart and stained my soul
With a darkness steeped black like coal
Ever waning hope for a better ‘morrow.
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Sassy Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I had named my verbose parrot Sunny, as he filled my world with sunshine;
For when someone truly touches the heart, you often must give some sign.
I habitually called him 'Sun' for short, and we had become best of friends,
Like the friendship nature cherishes, with all the vibrant beauty she tends.
Sunny and I loved watching old crime movies, the same ones, repeatedly.
Funny Sunny would often get his two cents in, mimicking villains heatedly!
How I enjoyed those bits of hilarity from my bird, who was golden yellow,
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FORESTS
by Acuda Derick
Forests are a wonder, a natural masterpiece
A realm of magic and a home of peace
A place of harmony, so rich and divine
A symphony of life, in which the flora and fauna align
Deep within the woods, where the shadows play
The trees stand tall, like a kingdom of trees sway
Moss and ferns capture the ground
As the sun's rays pierce the leaves, creating a symphony of sound
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Mimi and Me
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mimi is my fond, constant companion, my nearest and dearest loyal friend,
Mimi makes golden, precious days brighter, like orange sun that never ends.
Mimi has the rare gift for loving, that causes one to respond in like fashion,
For if you knew her, you'd love her too, as jade nature loves to distraction.
On Pear Street, people ofttimes stare, for Mimi's a raving beauty, no doubt;
Like the varicolored blooms of halcyon summer, are admired on any route.
Mimi is definitely the quiet type, someone it is very pleasant to be around,
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Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius (5 poems about Nature)
October 31st, 1970 - Kyiv, Ukraine and since 1992 - New Jersey, USA -
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