21. The Outside, Wondrous World
The world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
The world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
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Can there be anything more lovely
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
I was read poetry to my mother born 1929 in faraway Colombo, Sri Lanka. She loved this poem, and I remember her animated voice bringing the words hidden in the babbling brook to life and the...
Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
This makes me feel the opposite of what I feel when I need to finish my hours of homework. This poem is a work of art that makes you feel so centered and calm. If this poem was my stuffed...
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Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The...
Come, walk with me into the forest's blessed abode,
To see the wondrous beauty the Earth has bestowed;
We'll bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us,
And listen to nature composing the forest's grand opus,
I began writing "The Forest's Blessed Abode" about a month after I returned from a trip to Alaska and Canada, where I saw some of the loveliest forests and surreal scenery I have ever seen....
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
Yet another day passes.
Over hills, twilight presses.
Moon already hung up high,
Welcoming nightfall.
Thanks a bunch for this beautiful poem. Being an English Literature student, I really love reading poems.
I live in a world of yellow and green,
An abundance of colors rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
Once in a while, if you are feeling blue,
When troubles seem to keep coming along,
If you will take the time to listen to music
It can lift your spirits on the wings of a song.
It's very true. Nicely penned. Simple and clear expressions.
When the day becomes the night and the moon begins to glow,
The ocean waves will sing a song nobody knows.
As the mountains peak up high and the trees begin to shake,
When I couldn't find anything for a project, I came to this website and searched poems and found this...great poem.
The wind whispers to the waiting trees,
A special summons to rouse their spirit;
Strumming their branches with a breeze,
And swirling the leaves to add some merit,
Thank you for sharing this poem with all of us. My family recently lost my father-in-law. He was battling cancer and in his last few hours, I decided to read some poems to comfort him along...
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No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
This is beautiful! I love the description, and I will be using this for a presentation. Thank you so much for sharing. This is a question I think everyone has thought about at some point in...
I love a lonely winding road
That takes me where I cannot see
Until each softly rounded hill
Reveals its landscaped mystery.
Vivid view of the wonders of nature with a rhythmic flow as it's spoken.
This work is timeless and will be just as potent 50 years from today.
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
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If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
As I walk across the earth,
thousands of things I get to see.
Birds fly high, soaring higher,
and on the flowers I hear the buzz of bees.
I am 12 years old and I have written this poem as a love for the nature. I love indulging in poems and writing them. By my poems, I want to focus on nature and it's beauty.