Nature Poems
Vanished
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Ella Cuthbert lived with her husband John, in an age of twinkling stars;
They had a little dog named Alfie, who loved riding in pretty, swift cars.
Alfie was loved by those who knew him, as red flowers charm adorers;
And he was the darling of their street, like rainbows, crossing borders.
The Cuthberts had many interests, and on lazy days they were content,
To rove summer streets with Alfie, wondering where blue violets went!
Friends do not go out of style, as the glittery, memory stars, flash lime.
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A Lover's Complaint
by William Shakespeare
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
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The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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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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Youth And Age
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -Ah, woeful When!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
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Morning whisper
by Mario Odekerken
The morning light spills softly
across the quiet fields,
touching each blade of grass
with a gentle warmth.
A breeze moves through the trees,
whispering stories
only the earth understands.
Time slows,
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Peach on the Rose
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
peach is on the rose
since orange sun shines so bright
earth's bathed in warm light
redbirds are singing
of yellow saffron summer
near garden stunners
sapphires in the sky
vagrant clouds have gone missing
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Les feuilles mortes
by Mario Odekerken
Elles glissent des branches
comme des souvenirs qu'on ne
retient plus.
Lentement,
elles tournent dans l'air froid,
dorées,brunes,
fatiguées du soleil d'hier.
Le vent ne leur parle pas,
il les emporte,
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De dode bladeren
by Mario Odekerken
Ze glijden van de takken
als herinneringen die we niet meer vasthouden.
Langzaam
draaien ze in de koude lucht,
goud,bruin,
moe van de zon van gisteren.
De wind zegt niets tegen hen,
hij voert ze mee
naar nergens.
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The dead leaves
by Mario Odekerken
They slip from the branches
like memories no longer held.
Slowly,
they spin in the cold air,
golden,brown,
tired of yesterday's sun.
The wind says nothing to them,
it carries them
nowhere.
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