Nature Poems: (d) 5 (Nature) The Wind Is Trying To Tell Me Something - Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

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(d) 5 (Nature) The Wind Is Trying To Tell Me Something - Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

The wind is trying to tell me something
Just softly murmuring and whispering
Gently touching my skin and making me tingle
Breathe in the freshness and let it mingle
Take in the new earth after its been drenched of rain
Ease your minds out of the painful past and all the pain
Sing with the wind resurfacing the music that slowly died
Feel the vibrations of nature's love and not your hurt pride
Sway with the new crop out there in the fields
And not the dagger of your anger that it wields
The rose has wilted but a new bud has arisen
Release the past and let it out from your prison
Life is transient and you may not be able to capture love
But beauty is constant and it will always keep you above

Comments about (d) 5 (Nature) The Wind Is Trying To Tell Me Something by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

  • Castellenas John 3/25/2019 7:13:00 PM

    Gentle, wonderful and amazing poetry for nature. I did enjoy these words. Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover 8/30/2006 11:31:00 AM

    A beautiful poem, written with such a caring hand. Lovely words woven together and a lovely read which was a pleasure.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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  • Scarlet Red 8/23/2006 4:25:00 AM

    this is such a great inspirational piece.. i need it badly... keep on writing TO =) Reply

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  • Will Barber 8/22/2006 7:08:00 PM

    A fantastic, flowing song. It reminds me of Swinburne at his best. A great message, too! Inspirational, and beautiful. - Will Reply

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  • Arti Chopra 8/20/2006 3:53:00 AM

    That was simply awesome......u write beautifully and with feeling Reply

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  • Duncan Wyllie 8/18/2006 12:37:00 PM

    This is one of the greatest poems I have ever read, and believe me when I say that since being here on poem hunter, I have read many
    Wow! ! ! I don't know how you did it nor do I need to, only knowing that you did it was enough
    Made my day
    Love duncan X

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  • Arti Chopra 8/15/2006 3:47:00 AM

    beautiful poem and soft and lovely thoughts.....
    well done

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  • Preeti - is here! 8/13/2006 11:51:00 PM

    I love how you're trying to force a change through every poem!
    This one was just amazing...


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  • Patricia Gale 8/12/2006 11:25:00 AM

    I believe Tai said it all! Beautiful! Reply

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  • ***** ********* 8/12/2006 9:30:00 AM

    A beautifully uplifting read Tranquil Ocean, Yes beauty is everywhere, we just have to see it. Smiling at you, Tai Reply

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Nature Poems
  1. 1. "Nature" Is What We See
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. All Nature Has A Feeling
    John Clare
  3. 3. Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel
    William Wordsworth
  4. 4. Nature Trail
    Benjamin Zephaniah
  5. 5. Song Of Nature
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
  6. 6. Nature
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  7. 7. Nature
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  8. 8. Patience Taught By Nature
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  9. 9. The Interpretation Of Nature And
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  10. 10. Nature Is What You Dont See
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  11. 11. God's Gift - Nature...........
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  12. 12. Amends To Nature
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  13. 13. Nature
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  14. 14. Nature That Washed Her Hands In Milk
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  15. 15. To Nature
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  16. 16. The Gladness Of Nature
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  17. 17. Nature
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  18. 18. Universal Motion (Nature Nature Nature)
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  19. 19. Mother Nature
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  20. 20. What Being In Rank-Old Nature
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  21. 21. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
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  22. 22. Nature Is What We See—
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  23. 23. Of Man By Nature
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  24. 24. (034) Nature
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  25. 25. A Touch Of Nature
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  26. 26. Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
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  27. 27. Nature Rarer Uses Yellow
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  28. 28. A Cynical Nature
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  30. 30. The Worship Of Nature
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  31. 31. Art Above Nature: To Julia
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  32. 32. Nature
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  33. 33. ' All Nature Praises God'
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  34. 34. (81) Nature Boy
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  35. 35. The Sounds Of Nature
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  42. 42. The Return To Nature.
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  43. 43. My Gift From Mother Nature On Mothers Day
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  44. 44. Beauty In Nature
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Nature Poems

  1. Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel

    Calm is all nature as a resting wheel. The kine are couched upon the dewy grass; The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass, Is cropping audibly his later meal: Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky. Now, in this blank of things, a harmony, Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal That grief for which the senses still supply Fresh food; for only then, when memory Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain Those busy cares that would allay my pain; Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel The officious touch that makes me droop again.

  2. Song Of Nature

    Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong. No numbers have counted my tallies, No tribes my house can fill, I sit by the shining Fount of Life, And pour the deluge still; And ever by delicate powers Gathering along the centuries From race on race the rarest flowers, My wreath shall nothing miss. And many a thousand summers My apples ripened well, And light from meliorating stars With firmer glory fell. I wrote the past in characters Of rock and fire the scroll, The building in the coral sea, The planting of the coal. And thefts from satellites and rings And broken stars I drew, And out of spent and aged things I formed the world anew; What time the gods kept carnival, Tricked out in star and flower, And in cramp elf and saurian forms They swathed their too much power. Time and Thought were my surveyors, They laid their courses well, They boiled the sea, and baked the layers Or granite, marl, and shell. But he, the man-child glorious,-- Where tarries he the while? The rainbow shines his harbinger, The sunset gleams his smile. My boreal lights leap upward, Forthright my planets roll, And still the man-child is not born, The summit of the whole. Must time and tide forever run? Will never my winds go sleep in the west? Will never my wheels which whirl the sun And satellites have rest? Too much of donning and doffing, Too slow the rainbow fades, I weary of my robe of snow, My leaves and my cascades; I tire of globes and races, Too long the game is played; What without him is summer's pomp, Or winter's frozen shade? I travail in pain for him, My creatures travail and wait; His couriers come by squadrons, He comes not to the gate. Twice I have moulded an image, And thrice outstretched my hand, Made one of day, and one of night, And one of the salt sea-sand. One in a Judaean manger, And one by Avon stream, One over against the mouths of Nile, And one in the Academe. I moulded kings and saviours, And bards o'er kings to rule;-- But fell the starry influence short, The cup was never full. Yet whirl the glowing wheels once more, And mix the bowl again; Seethe, fate! the ancient elements, Heat, cold, wet, dry, and peace, and pain. Let war and trade and creeds and song Blend, ripen race on race, The sunburnt world a man shall breed Of all the zones, and countless days. No ray is dimmed, no atom worn, My oldest force is good as new, And the fresh rose on yonder thorn Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

  3. All Nature Has A Feeling

    All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks Are life eternal: and in silence they Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; There's nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change; to pass away And come again in blooms revivified. Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay, And with the sun and moon shall still abide Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

  4. Nature Trail

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  5. "Nature" Is What We See

    668 "Nature" is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.