A pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

O yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

Some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

For betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll

This poem was written/submitted by E. E. Cummings.

Moving in dark
don’t know where it will go
waiting for a spark
don’t know what’ll it show

the night is barking at me
but whom to look at and what to see
broken glasses mixed in mud
know the taste of my blood

if compared these momments are fine
still afraid of the coming time
as i move my step
she oppose me to take

as i go deep
i hear the trembling of her lips
a message from the “Queen of the night”
not to cross the extented height
but i….

This poem was written/submitted by b2.

The man whispered, “God, speak to me”
and a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled, “God, speak to me”
and the thunder rolled across the sky.
But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you”
and a star shone brightly.
But, the man did not notice.

The man shouted, “God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born.
But, the man did not see.

So, the man cried out in dispair, “Touch me God,
and let me know you are here!”
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man….

But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on

We always dream, as we want to be;
Be a movie star or a great model,
Be the possessor of a vast sea,
Or on the shell, be the precious jewel;
But before it would really happen,
We should pass the enduring endeavors.
Our planned steps must be written
On our minds which play a big role.
Trial is a stone that blocks our passage
Which makes us stumble while taking the adventures.
So why don’t we kick it with deep courage
Before it might be the reason for our failures.
Our dreams will come true if we do something,
So that, our lives will have a beautiful meaning.

This poem was written/submitted by joie.

I don’t think there’s a season
As exciting as in the fall
Drastic changes are taking place
As nature makes its call

The air seems fresher, don’t you think?
As it turns so sharp and cool
And in the mornings you may notice
A bit of ice on the children’s pool

Leaves are turning brilliant colors
The entire landscape is new
Like Mother Nature is practicing
With her water colors just for you

Oh, how I love this time of year
As nature takes time and rearranges
It’s like a new beginning
So let’s enjoy the fresh fall changes!

By: Marilyn Lott

No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray,
no longer the bubble house of childhood’s
tumbling Mother Goose man,

The emphatic moon ascends–
the brilliant challenger of rocket experts,
the white hope of communications men.

Some I love who are dead
were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;
planted seeds, trimmed their hair,

Pierced their ears for gold hoop earrings
as it waxed or waned.
It shines tonight upon their graves.

And burned in the garden of Gethsemane,
its light made holy by the dazzling tears
with which it mingled.

And spread its radiance on the exile’s path
of Him who was The Glorious One,
its light made holy by His holiness.

Already a mooted goal and tomorrow perhaps
an arms base, a livid sector,
the full moon dominates the dark.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert Hayden.

Nature is both perfect and strong,
But it never dues anybody wrong!

Humans are full of malice and revolt,
Due to which they are always at fault!

We think we are always right,
This leads us to test our might!

Our arrogances tekes us to imaginary lets,
But the downfall provides us a real insight!

Nature is pure and simple,
And by nature is never harmful!

We humans should stop polluting the nature,
To preserve it’s attribute of being merciful!

Beautiful faces mask ugly thoughts,
Valiant lose battles never fought!

Nature is for centuries honest and kind,
Distributing bounties wether you seek it or not…

By: Ayesha Raoof

I warned you.
I asked, begged, threatened, and even destroyed,
But you continue to ignore my warning.

You kill my children for their skin, listening to their screams
You trample my gardens and cut down my trees
You block out my blue eyes with your black fog
You poison the tears I shed out of love for you
And you try to own me.

I whisper into your ear, telling you this is wrong
I flooded the land with my tears as I begged you to stop
I screamed at you, ripping your crops and houses from the land
I blew up in rage at you, burning everything in my path.

But you continue to ignore my warning.
It is your time to suffer as I have,
Death will follow your every step.

I will take your children away from you, never to be seen again
The vines from my gardens will tear down your houses
I shall turn away my beautiful eyes
The tears I shed will be filled with your poison
And I will tear down your walls.

My children will fight you with tooth and claw
Fire will burn through your homes, burning everything in its path
Volcanoes shall explode, pouring like a river of blood
Death will catch up to you, leaving piles of bones and the stench of death
Oceans will be stained red as they clean up the rest
And as you beg me on your knees
I will look down and laugh.
I warned you.

This poem was written/submitted by Jessica.

It was a lovely day
I found myself in nature’s lap
Surrounded by the 5 elements of nature
There was the blue sky above me
There was the chilled river on one side
There was a small camp fire lit on the other side
There was the vast earth below me
And a cool breeze was blowing from all sides
As if nature was protecting me
I had become the nature’s child
There was no perturbing noise to distract the tranquility
I felt I had become one among the nature
My whole soul was at peace
Free of all stresses of the human life
Oh what a lovely expedition it was….

By: Kavitha Krishnamurthy

In thy nature is beauty
In thy nature is earth
In thy nature i find my worth

In thy nature is peace
In thy nature i find myself
In thy nature every lasting greens

In thy nature there is more to be seen
In thy nature a beauty untold
In thy nature everything is worth more than gold

By: Stephanie McGrath