John86
04-02-2007, 02:41
I randomly wrote a few poems for no apparant reason. Here they are, tell me what you think:
Unto my hearth nature invites the soul,
The flow of the wind, my lungs,
The ripple of the water, my eyes,
The sweetness of the flower, my touch,
My senses, natures clutch,
Nature is to me, as it is to you,
The air fills my soul with life,
The water, its freedom my liberty,
Unto me the flower provides happiness,
Nature has given me birth,
And to you as well,
Oh! The delight of God’s earth
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The flower,
Its blades picked one by one,
Petal by petal,
Falling pious, in my hand it settles
My fingers, their presence blessed,
Oh! The beauty my soul has now possessed,
All because of one petal,
Falling to rest
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Sun!
O! Sun! Shining from above, natures light
O! Sun! The night has not yet arrived,
Remain independent; express your beauty unto us still!
Is your grace, so apparent to those of sight,
Not also apparent to those blind likewise?
The trade winds existence, unknown to color, remain constant,
Not so with you, Oh dear Sun!
Your color soars! Your brightness, it thrills me!
O! Sun! Tranquil aloof my Soul,
Your presence, striking value unto the hills,
O! Sun! Your life, it fills me!
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Nature is my House of Worship,
My Altar, upon it lays the breeze of wind,
The push of currents, the splash of ripples,
To Thee, I praise!
To Thee, I sing!
Born of Nature’s soil,
I, now still young of age,
Find His greater existence among all entities,
For if God does not exist in the petals of a flower,
The sweet melody of the bird, the thrill of the sun,
Then God has no existence at all!
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Two trees sitting piously,
Branches, awkwardly extending, reach unto me,
My hands, now held awry,
Open unto the sky, accepting the earthly fruit,
O! God’s gift upon me,
The fiddle, the flute,
They hath no sovereign able to replicate this sweet produce!
Nature has blessed the land,
Nature has blessed me likewise,
Nature has given fruit, now held firmly in my hand!
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Sitting upon a stump gazing unto powered skies,
My attention drawn downwards to the river,
The powered skies persist!
Nature’s mirror has reflected its beauty,
Beauty! O! Soul! Beauty!
Unrestricted, my earthly figure floats delicately upon the water,
Faster! O! Current! Faster! Glide my form, but forget not my soul!
The soul, not forgotten, treads along close,
As I arise, cleansed of unnatural demise,
I again gaze unto the water, its reflection remains!
The powered skies strike me once more, as if seeing an old friend!
Upon their picture now lays me! Of all things!
My verse eternized, my portrait placed upon its ripples,
The reflection sent up unto the Heavens,
My existence, no longer excluded,
The companionship of Nature and Soul, never secluded!
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Free,
My blood flows restlessly,
Tuned in harmony, soul and nature
Blood seeps into my heart, pumping its wisdom,
My fingers, nimble, feel strenuously,
My mouth waters at beauties realization,
My body grows strong-mighty!
Nature nurtures me-God Almighty!
Drops of rain, waning away,
Droplets of blood, body’s buffet!
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The mathematician counting, his mind enabled,
The scientist revealing, mystery no longer fabled,
The teacher preaching, pupils gaze, minds abroad,
The preacher enlightening, his words we applaud,
Earthly professions, the mind redeems itself, importance embraced!
Yet the artists, writers, musicians sit tranquil, waiting
The mind leads blindly, unfit for stouthearted efforts,
For their task, they inquire not the mind,
But Soul and Heart, never to lead the blind!
Unto my hearth nature invites the soul,
The flow of the wind, my lungs,
The ripple of the water, my eyes,
The sweetness of the flower, my touch,
My senses, natures clutch,
Nature is to me, as it is to you,
The air fills my soul with life,
The water, its freedom my liberty,
Unto me the flower provides happiness,
Nature has given me birth,
And to you as well,
Oh! The delight of God’s earth
---------------------------------------------
The flower,
Its blades picked one by one,
Petal by petal,
Falling pious, in my hand it settles
My fingers, their presence blessed,
Oh! The beauty my soul has now possessed,
All because of one petal,
Falling to rest
---------------------------------------------
Sun!
O! Sun! Shining from above, natures light
O! Sun! The night has not yet arrived,
Remain independent; express your beauty unto us still!
Is your grace, so apparent to those of sight,
Not also apparent to those blind likewise?
The trade winds existence, unknown to color, remain constant,
Not so with you, Oh dear Sun!
Your color soars! Your brightness, it thrills me!
O! Sun! Tranquil aloof my Soul,
Your presence, striking value unto the hills,
O! Sun! Your life, it fills me!
---------------------------------------------
Nature is my House of Worship,
My Altar, upon it lays the breeze of wind,
The push of currents, the splash of ripples,
To Thee, I praise!
To Thee, I sing!
Born of Nature’s soil,
I, now still young of age,
Find His greater existence among all entities,
For if God does not exist in the petals of a flower,
The sweet melody of the bird, the thrill of the sun,
Then God has no existence at all!
---------------------------------------------
Two trees sitting piously,
Branches, awkwardly extending, reach unto me,
My hands, now held awry,
Open unto the sky, accepting the earthly fruit,
O! God’s gift upon me,
The fiddle, the flute,
They hath no sovereign able to replicate this sweet produce!
Nature has blessed the land,
Nature has blessed me likewise,
Nature has given fruit, now held firmly in my hand!
---------------------------------------------
Sitting upon a stump gazing unto powered skies,
My attention drawn downwards to the river,
The powered skies persist!
Nature’s mirror has reflected its beauty,
Beauty! O! Soul! Beauty!
Unrestricted, my earthly figure floats delicately upon the water,
Faster! O! Current! Faster! Glide my form, but forget not my soul!
The soul, not forgotten, treads along close,
As I arise, cleansed of unnatural demise,
I again gaze unto the water, its reflection remains!
The powered skies strike me once more, as if seeing an old friend!
Upon their picture now lays me! Of all things!
My verse eternized, my portrait placed upon its ripples,
The reflection sent up unto the Heavens,
My existence, no longer excluded,
The companionship of Nature and Soul, never secluded!
---------------------------------------------
Free,
My blood flows restlessly,
Tuned in harmony, soul and nature
Blood seeps into my heart, pumping its wisdom,
My fingers, nimble, feel strenuously,
My mouth waters at beauties realization,
My body grows strong-mighty!
Nature nurtures me-God Almighty!
Drops of rain, waning away,
Droplets of blood, body’s buffet!
---------------------------------------------
The mathematician counting, his mind enabled,
The scientist revealing, mystery no longer fabled,
The teacher preaching, pupils gaze, minds abroad,
The preacher enlightening, his words we applaud,
Earthly professions, the mind redeems itself, importance embraced!
Yet the artists, writers, musicians sit tranquil, waiting
The mind leads blindly, unfit for stouthearted efforts,
For their task, they inquire not the mind,
But Soul and Heart, never to lead the blind!