Nature Poetry [.+. κяıѕτєи .+.]

Summer Storm
by Alyson

(I decided to try something new (to make mother happy) so I wrote this. Please read it and tell me what you think)

I walk to the window
And sit on the floor
I look outside
Watching the rain pour

It looks so peaceful
So silent and still
I watch the rain fall
And land on the windowsill

Each little drop
Makes its own little sound
They drip, splash, and fall
On to the warm summer ground

I step out the door
I walk in the rain
The lightning cuts through the sky
Like a mark of pain

The shower turns violent
Thunder now booms
I run for the door
Heading straight for my room

I stoke up the fire
So cozy and warm
I gaze out the window
At the dangerous storm

The wind starts to howl
The lightning flashes
I cover my ears
As the thunder crashes

The power flickers
The lights go out
Light from the fire
Help me to move about

I hope to myself
The storm will soon end
The lightning abides
Quickly becoming my friend

The lights flicker on
The end as arrived
The storm as subsided
I HAVE SURVIVED!

Free And Beautiful No Longer

The ocean tides rise and fall with
the rhythm of the drumming Earth.
Pulsing through the meadow born
from peace and keeping with Father Time.

"Shed the shadows haunting thee,"
pleaded those ancient timber trees.
"Engrave the soil of our world with
the very markings that create our souls."

Mountains though built to last may one day
fall to brittle pieces and crumble through
our fingertips and stay embedded in our nails.

Mother Nature moves her paintbrush against
the night while trying to make our shining light.
Yet even still our stars do not glow but fade within city sky.

Enchanted rivers had once held our whispered secrets.
Now we have betrayed. The thunderous Heavens above
our heads release their tears in curtained rain.

The Summer breeze is tainted with
the smoke mornings of buildings.
Wasting more than they do give
to make their world full of green.

She presses her hands
against the window glass
while waiting for the time to pass.

He leans his back against
the tree thinking about how it
once had been. Free and Beautiful.

She wipes her tears with the back
of her hand. Shaking from the cold.

He feels the warmth from
the base of wood.
Hearing the heartbeat of the living.

Thunderstorm
By:poonam

In the dark of the night
the rain blurs all sight
in the dark of the night
teens smile in delight
the lightning lights the sky
the rain blurs all sight
making the senses lie
fearful the moon calls
the lightning lights the sky
all conversation stalls
to see the clouds war
fearful the moon calls
shaken to its very core
where ever are you now
to see the clouds war
do you in fear bow
in the dark of the night
where ever are you now
in the dark of the night

The Balcony At Midnight
Yes you look so grand
A shadow in the moonlight
Come and Grasp my hand

Hear the music playing
Dance slowly to the beat
The Midnight children are praying
That Dawn won't take their seat

You and I'll go Dancing
Surrounded in Ivy-covered Charm
Yes, the Magic is Just starting
So Cost-Free from harm..

God was probably grinning
When we were renting time
"Let loose in the Beauty.
And pay back your dues and fines."

Let loose for just one second
Let yourself just fly
Then you'll be in Heaven
On this Balcony of mine
________________________

Well it was meant to be naturey.

I think it's a nature poem, people may think otherwise.

But it's Midnight Nature on a Balcony, written yesterday(=

Underwater:

And the silence perfumes madness
With a drifting scent; the words
Stand tall, lonely and oh so square
Like Wise Old Men, deciding
Their fate and times: skipping,
On the dotted-line, through
Feeling; thrashing it's stinger,
Wasp-like, up and down our spine
'Til we turn like snakes and coil;

Wrapped in red sun, shining,
Spelling out across the rocks
Like an open wound, and salt-
Water lashing against the sores.

As the tide tugs between us,
We slither towards a common goal
For sand or water- anything really
That's not quite as jagged as reality,
Or as toothy as perception
With his hungry hands opened
To desensitize feeling; weathering rocks
Into perches where we'd sit upon and kiss
The waves as they'd break, cold,
Upon our ankles- smooth
And imperfect; We, if there's any
Chance of us, must become the rock
As much as we're the wave
Sliding across foreign shores
Like some endless serpent
Lying in a starry repose
Stretched out, waiting
To strike.

~Loch Ness~

Below the murky water she lurks. As if she knows, as if she desires, the attention we are so willing to give her. But, unlike us, she realizes that the pleasure is in the chase. She stays deep beneath the surface, under the radar, breaching the water with her long rigid neck, for only few of us to see. Like a tease, she allows only subtle glimpses of her prehistoric beauty. But, one day, you can be sure, the chase will end. When all have given up hope, she will reveal herself. Her beauty everlasting...

~Sean Dohr~

theres someone named new year that we are supposed to marry??? *scratches head*

No way...

*shakes head*

Love between moon and lake...

The sky is so dark and moon is so white,
yet they are together every night.

The lake so calm holds the moon,
in the silent whispers of night.
The moon is shining so white,
spreading its pure light.

The breeze blows to touch the soul of lake,
and tries to kiss the moon lying on the bed of the lake.

The lake shivers and thrills,
with the blow of insane breeze.
The moon is lying on the chest of the lake,
and the tide is disturbing the peace.

The birds' chirping breaks the silence,
the leaves are singing and playing the violin.
All the creatures like frog, swan and dove,
are together humming the song of love.

The moon whizzles in the arms of the lake,
feeling the love for his own sake.
But he knows he cannot be there forever,
because his fate is with the sky and not with the lake ever.

Still the love between the moon and the lake is so strong,
they meet every night breaking all the bonds.
The sky can just look at the scene,
as he knows the real one is with him...

i have a nature poem but its not newly written :(

idk if the guys are into shaving their legs. personally i think it'll be hot

heeeyyyy no bribing. your a cheat. i think you be disqualified. psh. lol

sadly i have yet to meet a guy who shaves his legs. i know the swim team does for championships. but im not friends with any of them. so i dont get to enjoy it. :(

woowooo its new years. where are those annoying noise makers. *looks around*

i agree. very hot.

*shadely runs into pretty green eyes and steals mini eggs from her* ha i insist that we play fair
*goes into corner and looks at her stolen goods in hapiness*

so does it have to be newly written?

heres one thats not

the snow is cold beneath pine trees
and colder still the earth below
yet still the blood red flowers bloom
and lie here scattered in the snow

like drops of blood on pure white skin
these perfumed petals do lie
the vines shedding their ornaments
as they will until winter's chill does die

if it does not count, then oh well

Ruby

actully, i worte this in this month!!!!!!1

yay

nice job everyone!

lol i agree definitly teh leg shaving

Thank you so much. I didn't think that I would place. Good job to everyone that entered.