Thread: nature poems

there is so much inspiration all around us, I think we should take advantage of it. this challenge is that you walk outside (or look outside your window) and pick out three things from nature and put them into a poem. the poem can be about anything, but it has to have those three things from nature in it. let's see if i get any replies on this!

ok, apparently this is not much of a challenge, or everyone on here lives in the city. so allow me to add a new rule:the poem cannot be about nature. Maybe this will catch people's interest. I'll post the first one.

as he walked down the street,
an ill wind blew his way,
he turned around and heard the sound,
of police coming his way.

he climbed up the wall, that stood so high,
and ran upon the roof.
but then he tripped, and didn't grip,
his bag of precious loot.

down it fell like leaves off a tree,
down onto the ground below,
and when it stopped, that cursed cop,
grabbed him by the nose.

Off to the jail he went,
that is until next time.
for you see, he'll always be,
a man committed to crime.

leaf, tree, wind, your turn.

I'm not sure if this qualifies as not about nature since it's about bow hunting, but here goes:

A Bittersweet Victory
The time was right after all
The shaking hands showed me the call
Branches and twigs send shivers
We load arrows and stock our quivers
As the moments tick by I can hear little voices prodding
Glance at him, yes he’s nodding
The string is tight
If you miss this, think of tomorrow night.
The heart is pounding
Little whispers keep resounding
Just let go, you’ve got to do it.
Big brown eyes and then, release
Whizz! And a slam, and oh yes you’ve got it
That deer hide is the perfect fit
In the leaves it makes its fall
Shimmy over you’ve got it all
An arrow in the heart,
You’ve torn an animal's life apart
Soft pats on the back; an exultant smile
You and the bow have passed this trial.

The raindrop slid,
a ball ready to burst,
down the furrow of the big maple leaf.
For a moment it hung
from the tip and it quivered,
caught sunlight, then fell to the earth.

a 4:30 oak
bushy tail on high branch
barking dog below

Very nice, Softscience!

3 words: wildflowers, wildlife, forest

Beyond fields of purple clover
Where daisies bloom all over
Spreading ferns are growing
And icy creeks are flowing
Through woods dark and deep
Where deer and chipmunks sleep.

Since readers who come to this thread must like nature poems, I'd like to invite you all to read my new one, Blackberry Morning. It's a descriptive poem based on blackberries, morning, and a hilltop vantage point. So far it's had mixed reaction. I'd love it if you'd tell me what you think. http://www.writingforums.com/poetry/...ning-todd.html

I catch the winter wind,
for an instant cup it in my palm.
Bending then my good ear
toward the bowl, and
hearing there no birdsong,
I release the captive air.

supple and quaint
autumn in fay
dingles and rays
cover the bays
ripples of rain
settle the claims
that summer is nay

Box Elder Beetles

With summers warmth subsiding
Box Elder bugs abiding
Hiding in my siding
I wish them evil tidings

Maudlin morphing muggers
Tiny tumbling tuggers
Crack and cranny huggers
Nasty little buggers!

Feral, love the buggy poem. And I can relate!

Nacian, lovely changing of the seasons poem.

hearing there no birdsong,
I release the captive air. -love the idea of catching the wind... very clever, Bloggy.

sitting by morning
hearing the tweeting
a bird of music
filling the air
such tick'tick' is rowling
a sound in tuning
the day is waving
bathing in ting'ting'
nature is shone

I ambled lonely as a cloud
That drifts above the tall green trees
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of nasty, jumping, biting fleas.

LOL! Ox, love it!