Nature Metaphor Poems

WET WAVING WATER

Just stand look and see,
full moon reflecting on me;
earth's mirroring sea:-...

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Tears of Joy
God cried today; His tears fertilized 
       Mother Earth’s womb; 
The fragrance of nature saturated the air.

Tomorrow...

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A STILLED POND

Once a wet playground,
A ducks' and frogs' Disneyland!
Now quiet and stilled:-
Winter is no friend to ponds;
freezing out their livelihoods:-
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HIS FLOWER

Child of God's garden,
Your petals ever blooming
Bouquets of God's love;
Forever in nature's vase,
Filling its air with peace's scent:-

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IN LIFE’S BALL GAME

Don’t be a football,
Thrown and kicked down the field
Like rocks of nature:-
Rather, be a bouncing ball…
Sowing and reaping life’s goal:-
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A bright sunny day...
Naked tree branches glowing...
Ground-snow reflecting...
What a deceiving cold day
Juxtaposed nature canvassed!...

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Here I Stand, a muse
On the sacred hills of Idanre
Overlooking the land of my ancestors 
A Land overflowing with vast varieties of unquantifiable resources 
Land...

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A GODCHILD OF NATURE
   (A Senryu Quartet)

Grown from human seed,
I am a child of nature;
A sunbeam of delight:-

Gracefully rooted…
Stemmed peaceful human nature…
Serene joy...

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HELL'S WINTER

Palisade fires
canvassing hell here on earth;
hot flames rioting!...

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You and I
Were once two trees–
Two budding saplings
Placed too close
To grow together

An Upstate transplant,
My midwestern limbs,
Opened wide to hold you,
Casting too much shade
On your bright...

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Born of deep waters
But hiding secret longings 
That yearns for the air above
Changing skin daily
The black nymph dreams of the day
It may escape the dank...

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I drive alone down misty roads
where the morning’s frost still lingers
on the earth, grass, leaves unreached
by the feeble winter sun 
whose fingers slowly withdraw
into the...

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The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.

Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing...

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I love the winter, the way it whirls my breath
Away; reminds me I am alive, there's hope.
I love the ferns bejeweled in snow, the heath
As...

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Life is but a dream
As what we perceive and experience 
Are all ephemeral and temporary 
A favourable occurrence or an unpleasant one
Are all but fleeting...

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