My Poetry: Nature



I have been writing poetry since I was twelve years old, maybe younger. I have never shared my poems except for a few select friends. Then it hit me. What's the point of writing it if no one can read it? I hope you enjoy these and maybe one or two will resonate with you...
PS .I have many poems and I will add them as I go :)



NATURES BEAUTY


Nature's beauty calls upon thee
Beauty and glory for all to see
The sweetest songs are to sing
As winter nights turn to spring
Beauty and life spring anew
Wonderful skies so very blue
Whispering words such as live and breathe
Nature cures if one only believe
Allow sweet nature, share her cure
Too tempting such sweet allure
Breathe the sensations upon the wind
And call upon nature as a friend



SNOWY DREAMS

A tiny snowflake lands upon my nose
As I stand upon the hill in the wintry snows
Another upon my cheek with melts to a tear
I reach for the sky which seems so near
I throw my arms out to embrace the beauty
For the hills of shimmering snow are a sight to see
I fall on my back in the powdery bliss
As another flake lands upon my cheek like a wintry kiss
I lie content in the icy snow
Feeling nothing above nor below
I lie upon the hill for what seems like hours
 Dreaming happily of the snowy showers



A SUMMER'S RAIN

The thunder rumbles proud and low
Clouds blot out the sun's sweet glow
The sky lights up with the thunder's roar
Waiting on a perfect storm
The flowers close and leaves fly away
As if they know what's coming their way
The trees bow in great respect
For the winds power they wont soon forget
The air is moist, the humidity high
All that live look to the sky
Every last one waiting in vain
To hear the first drop of a summer's rain
A single drop hits the ground
Then many more all around
Like tiny bombs dropped from the sky
Few escape; few remain dry
Watch and listen to the coming storm
It resembles a battle in perfect form
It's beauty and power almost scream
Like something from a surreal dream
Witness, glory, pride, power, and pain
All in an approaching summer's rain



ODE TO A MOUNTAIN STREAM
(THIS IS THE FIRST POEM I EVER WROTE: I BELIEVE SIXTH GRADE)

Ode to a mountain stream
Holding such a child's dream
It's beauty as the water flows
Sweet secrets that no one knows
No rains, no snows can conquer it's might
I dream of such beauties in the night



Nature’s story

Magnificent winds bristle through trees
Whispering tales of old across the land
Saplings bow and dance with the breeze
As trees of old take their stand
Swaying with rhythm of a harmonic tale
Wrought with the wisdom of time
Such nightly rituals shall never fail
Much like an infinite rhyme
Creatures do quiet to witness the glory
As nature hums in a voice so light
Much like a tale from a bedtime story
Silence surrounds the entrancing night





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