Tag: Poetry

Unicorns

A 2007 fantasy poem.

Unicorns:

They come in the darkness of the night,

The moonlight shining down on their pure-white coats,

They step into the pool of moonlight—silver hooves making no sound on the leaf-strewn forest floor,

Their white horns gleam in the moon’s light—they shine with a brilliance unknown to all,

They toss their heads, mane flying,

The moon’s light touching on it—making it shine,

Their tails swish back and forth—noiseless,

They walk through the forest, silver hooves noiselessly touching the forest’s floor,

They shine, they gleam, they make their presence known to us—by a silver hoof print in the dirt,

They protect us, though not showing themselves to us,

They are from myth and legend,

They are unseen guardian angels from the mist,

That is their home—and there they will stay protecting and helping us from afar.

Lords of the Skies

A fantasy poem that I wrote in 2007.

Lords of the Skies:

Flying high,

Diving by,

Roaring fire,

Wings outspread,

Scales sparkle like bygone jewels,

Talons sharp as knives,

Spikes rock hard and deadly sharp as the sword,

They soar on wings outspread,

They glide,

They circle,

Tails whip back and forth,

Flames spew out of their mouths,

Orange jets—blue jets—amber jets—of flame,

They are dragons,

They are the lords of the skies.

Beauty of Land and Sky

A 2007 nature poem.

Beauty of Land and Sky:

Skies open up to let out the new day,

Sun shines down with golden rays,

A clear blue sky is shown today,

Winds ruffle the trees,

The air sweet as orange blossoms,

The trees with perfect brown trunks and green green leaves,

The ground covered in green grass soft to bare feet,

I look around me and see beauty throughout the land and in the sky,

And wonder how can this be—this beauty of land and sky?

The Animals’ Magic of Life

Another 2008 poem about nature.

The Animals’ Magic of Life:

The sun sets in—letting the moon come awake,

The sunrise comes about—the moon leaves her home,

The animals awake from their deep slumber—coming forth from their dwellings,

They chirrup and yawn and make their own special noises as they rise with the sun,

They scamper here and there—throughout the meadows and prairies—through the trees,

They spread their magic of life everywhere,

The animals rise with the sun,

They settle in with its setting,

And so another day goes by,

Their magic disappears with the coming darkness,

No light of their magic of life shows in the darkness,

It hides itself—fearful of the darkness—and scared without the light.

River Runs

This was written in 2005 also.

River Runs:

River runs high,

River runs low,

River runs fast,

River runs slow,

River runs clear,

River runs dark,

River runs over the land to its own mark.

The Desert

Written back in 2005 on a poem-writing spree.

The Desert:

The sands of time cover the land,

The dunes are high,

They tower like the ancient mountains that have never been seen,

The sun beats down on the earth,

It burns brightly,

It scorches the earth,

The heat is year long during the day,

There is terrible cold during the night,

The stars shine brightly in the open sky,

The sky and the land show their wildness,

And reflect it in the people.

I Am Fire:

This was written several years ago, when I went on a spree of writing poetry. Who knows how I came up with it.

I Am Fire:

Fire roar,

Fire crackle,

Fire show me your amber light,

Fire  hold me—warm me,

Fire love me,

I am fire.

The Children of Mother Nature

Another nature poem written back around 2005.

The Children of Mother Nature:

The mountains stand as giants,

The rivers and streams sing,

The wind whistles,

The trees whip back and forth,

The rain thunders down,

The thunder booms,

The lightning gives a wild light show,

The hills roll here and there,

And Mother Nature speaks to those who will listen through her children.

 

Stormy Seas

This was written around 2005 and is one of my favorite nature poems.

Stormy Seas:

Stormy seas you roil so,

You toss and turn,

You heave and throw,

You’re rough,

You’re brutal,

You’re tough,

You are mighty and majestic,

You command respect,

You show us all,

That the stormy seas are to be respected and admired.

The Sense of Me

This was written back in 2005, on another poetry-writing spree. A really strange poem.

The Senses of Me:

I see you,

Formless shape that you are,

I hear you,

Static and unclear sound that you are,

I feel you,

The roughness that you are,

I sense you,

Your presence is near me and yet so far from me—your distance from me is indeterminate,

I touch you,

A fire burns within you—yet an iciness coats your outside—you are hot, yet cold to the touch,

I smell you,

You are the smell of burning wood, and yet not that smell—you have your own type of smell—that of fire,

You are a rough formless shape that contains fire inside you,

Yet you coat yourself in ice,

Your presence is undetermined,

You smell of fire,

And you make a staticky and unclear sound to me,

Who are you?

I know you not,

But my senses know you.