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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Sitting to-day in the sunshine
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
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Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
I live in a world of yellow and green,
An abundance of colors rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,
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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...
It's nighttime
Everything is so silent
Serene
Peaceful
Beautiful, very crisp, clean, straight to the point.
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O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore.
All their anger dispensed on the ocean's floor.
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright,
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light.
Today is the world environment day, As I love and protect our environment, I like to read poems on environment and I searched, so jubilant to see , I found this nicely fabricated impressive...
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.
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.
There's a simple beauty to the falling rain.
The same kind of beauty you find in a child's smile or a flower covered hillside terrain.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof above
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.
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.
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.
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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I came to the mountains for beauty
And I find here the toiling folk,
On sparse little farms in the valleys,
Wearing their days like a yoke.
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.
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As a child, I would sit and ponder
at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
as if they were calling my name.
I spend every waking moment that I can outside, walking with my dog in nature! We are fortunate to live surrounded by many trees. They make me feel safe and protected, and this poem shows me...
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
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A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets