Nature Poems
Tithonus
by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.
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Beauty in a Mist
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Misty roses, red
with pink haze, orange lilies;
Lilac promenade.
Purple pansies on the porch,
dusk soon to carry the torch.
'At last' roses, peach
chocolate cosmos, shrouded,
Yellow daisies smile.
Gardens loved to distraction,
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Three Years She Grew In Sun And Shower,
by William Wordsworth
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.
"Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The Girl, in rock and plain
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Well Met
by Richard Randolph
If I had the money,
if I had the time,
I’d buy a big old car
and drive to the oceanside.
Might be in the morning,
maybe late at night,
the stars might be shining,
or the sun might be bright.
And when the evening came,
I’d walk along the shore,
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Dejection: An Ode
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,
With the old Moon in her arms ;
And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence
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Sweet Sorrow
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Bonnie Brown was in love with Charles, like black pearl clings to night,
So young and engaged to be married, like myriad stars, shining white.
They were active professionals, dwelling in a charming, bustling town;
As warbling charms orange noon, after pink mist clears, with no sound.
They had dreams of future and a family, like purple nights of fantasy;
And they were already making plans, like butterflies flitting frantically.
Fellowship of friends made fabulous Fridays, when they met after hours,
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Over open zee
by Mario Odekerken
De kiel snijdt door het water,
een lijn van schuim
achterlatend in onenigheid.
Geen land in zicht,
alleen de adem van de golven
die komen en gaan
als een woordeloos gebed.
De lucht draagt zout en stilte,
de horizon wiegt de zon
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Stilte in het woud
by Mario Odekerken
De bomen ademen langzaam,
hun takken reiken naar iets dat nooit antwoordt.
Bladeren fluisteren verhalen
die al eeuwen op de wind rusten.
Een hert stapt tussen de schaduwen,
zijn ogen vangen het licht
zoals water een vallende steen.
Niets haast zich hier,
zelfs de tijd lijkt te pauzeren
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Memory Revisiting
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
black cherry dusk skies
and moon rose, it was silver
butterfly quivers
the gemmed stars were out
and Mom tending blooms, singing
clematis clinging
jade dragonfly lake
comes again in memory
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Bridging the Gap
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Mary Fletcher was prime minister in olde England, like fondest memory,
Of days when the twilight stood still, with silver moon, floating on sea.
Mary Fletcher was capable and caring, to the country's great benefit;
Like spring rains of green benevolence, trailing the fragrant evidence.
Andrew was Mary's loving husband. Their lives were so happy together!
Like allurng, violet future, that recalls moments in lush, green heather.
Scarlet summer was all in a fever, as faceted friends called, flustered;
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