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Nature Poetry

Hi poetry corner
Allow me to join this corner.
My poem is not about love. This is about nature. About a place where I thought raised my childhood to open my eyes about the beauty of living in a planet that i never thought would cease living.
When i came to see this, this is what my poem says.... please read.




My Childhood River

I came to see you, I couldn’t wait
Your wide surface flawlessly, adrift
Like a mirror laid on a grassy bed
Deep in my mind - clear and vivid

I brought you flowers on a paper boat
I watched them glide, gracefully afloat
You heard me giggle, I heard you trickle
We bathed together free of trouble

Your natural whiff, filled the air
Kissed by the sun, it brushed my hair
Watery breeze, I smelled your scent
Fragrance from green, I deeply breathe

I heard laughter, as children played,
Swam, splashed down your crystal bed
On your pebbled shore I chose to stay
Played the grains of the sandy bay

Haven’t seen you then 30 years passed
I've traveled afar, but I’m here at last
To see your surface flawlessly adrift
To feel your touch gentle and sweet

I came to see you, I couldn't wait
Knees shivering weak, my heart wept
Standing cold, my eyes couldn’t hide
My childhood river - just 2 meters wide

 

Beautiful poem you wrote Boom'E'rang! Keep it going!

 

welcome

Likewise Boom E rang very nice poem
Hope there is more where that came from
Good-day to you Swany too
regards John

 

Swanny, John,
Thank you for the readings. I am really emotionally serious about what happens to our nature. There is so more harm than help from the people who live with her.

Below is another one about river as you ask for more.

In a city here in the Philippines, river bay are reclaimed and converted into human dwelling. Rivers turned into creek that human eye can not recognize that river did exist in the midst of these concrete structures.
And I am one of those who happened to temporarily lodge on a structure that stood on a place where it had to be a river bank.

On one silent midnight… this is what my poem says…. Please read.



The Ghost of Tisa Creek


She lives no more in my time
Not even in their children’s time
Gone with her curve, with her fragrance
Lost despite human ordinance

But she came,
Beneath the empty light
In a quietude,
In the middle of the night

There was reverberation
In the air flowing
Mumbling like, something’s creeping
Invited my senses, kept tickling

The creek! The creek!
(Now an avenue of human waste)
Derelict, desolated -
“Was a river long been dead!”

 

One World One People

It is quite clear to me
Man has throughout history
Always sought ways to survive
Now we are fighting to stay alive
But to what ends have we gone
Sending rockets to the Sun
All this time they did'nt realize
The Earth is one great Paradise
With holes in the Ozone layer and climate change
The human race is to blame
Back to Nature is the only way
So lets get serious now,today

Boom'E'Rang share your sentiments regards john

 

A poem for Earth

Look at You, Earth

In your vast waters
Is life only you can breed.
You define independence.
In your vast waters
Are loads of patience,
Carrying spills and messes.
You define morality.
In your atmosphere
You carry the timeline
Of air and weather,
You define care.
In your lands,
You bear wounds.
You try not to bleed.
You try to heal instead.
You define generosity.
Look at you, Earth.
You have so much to give.
c2006

 

Wow fantastic poetry. John, Mam A. This site can actually call those sleeping sentiments about our nature and collect thousands of poem from around the world and give it to George Bush and to Osama bin Laden and tell them. "Hey! stop the war and make poems and if it is too small a work, just send your dollars to Dumaguete Forum and we will plant trees beside my dying Childhood River"

But i don't think Rhoody or the Dane like our idea because thousand poems will consume all bytes of this site... and there will be no space for their diving post and sweating beer topics.

For those who just keep their poems like me... let me inspire you by this.



A Poet Is Not


A poet – is not
When his feelings not
filled his thoughts
When his pages not
filled with words

A poet – is not
When his thoughts not
deep-digging sanity
When phrases not
Rhyming or free

A poet - is not
When words, feelings,
thoughts - unheard about
Only for those – a poet
When the poet above is not

 

...good point Boom'E'rang...

 

Most enlightening B.E.R
Come on Kyliegriffen pour that poem out, that lies dormant in your heart.
regards john :D

 

Open your Mind

Open your mind to the beauty around you
See the early morning dew with it's droplets of water shining like silver on the blades of grass
Watch the Rising Sun climb slowly above the misty haze of morning to blaze brightly in the mid-day sky
Listen to the rushing water flow over the stony riverbed meandering it's way to the sea
Hear the sound of birds in the tree tops singing their messages from one to another
Speak softly not to disturb the peace that is yours away from the noise of the city
Tread gently upon the earth beneath your feet so that you leave no footprints no tell tale signs that you were there.