Nature Poems: (d) 8 (Nature) Eagle Eyes - Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

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(d) 8 (Nature) Eagle Eyes - Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

Dark smouldering eyes
Shiver ran up my spine
Seething anger inside
His eyes looked straight into mine
Minutes stretching wide
So majestic and acquiline
Frozen to the core, my body numb
His body taut, ready to spring
If the glass had not been there, I would've succumbed
Giving me a last look, he soared up spreading his wings

Comments about (d) 8 (Nature) Eagle Eyes by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

  • Tanisha 1/29/2019 12:41:00 AM

    Nice 😎 cool poem with nature Reply

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  • Bri Edwards 10/25/2017 7:04:00 PM

    you were peering through an aviary window? ? i like it.


    to MyPoemList

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  • Alison Cassidy 2/22/2007 11:56:00 PM

    Awesome is a word to often bandied about carelessly - but in this instance a perfect description of this piece and it's magnificent subject. What a rare privilege you had to experience such a moment - and what a privilege for us that you have chosen to share it. Thanks. love Allie xxxx Reply

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  • Original Unknown Girl 2/12/2007 5:46:00 AM

    TO, how lucky you must've been to have that visitation. In red indian folklore the eagle is a most treasured bird. You captured the fear and the admiration very well here. HG: -) xx Reply

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  • Preeti - is here! 10/16/2006 1:34:00 AM

    this is like a 'minute' captured and put in words, your fear, and his majesty very wll portrayed, liked it!


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  • Sridhar RVL 10/15/2006 8:15:00 AM

    Is it a poem or picture?

    For a moment I thought of bying this painting.

    Good work.

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 10/13/2006 1:12:00 PM

    Felt as though i had been on the 8th floor, visiting, when this occured. Stellar
    detail & acute depiction.T.O.>>>You paint a picture like a true Artisan.

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  • Patricia Gale 10/13/2006 9:02:00 AM

    You have been blessed by the creature of freedom that came to visit you that day.
    Wonderful write!

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  • Ronald Stroman 10/13/2006 8:29:00 AM

    life is a beautiful thing, when nature does what nature does. Reply

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Nature Poems
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    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. All Nature Has A Feeling
    John Clare
  3. 3. Nature Trail
    Benjamin Zephaniah
  4. 4. Calm Is All Nature As A Resting Wheel
    William Wordsworth
  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
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  9. 9. The Interpretation Of Nature And
    Sir Francis Bacon
  10. 10. Nature Is What You Dont See
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  11. 11. Amends To Nature
    Arthur Symons
  12. 12. God's Gift - Nature...........
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  13. 13. Nature
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  14. 14. To Nature
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  15. 15. Nature That Washed Her Hands In Milk
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  16. 16. The Gladness Of Nature
    William Cullen Bryant
  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. A Touch Of Nature
    Thomas Bailey Aldrich
  21. 21. What Being In Rank-Old Nature
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  22. 22. Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. Nature Is What We See—
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  24. 24. (034) Nature
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  25. 25. Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
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  26. 26. A Cynical Nature
    David DeSantis
  27. 27. Sonnet: Don’t Blame Nature
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  28. 28. The Worship Of Nature
    John Greenleaf Whittier
  29. 29. Nature Rarer Uses Yellow
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  30. 30. Of Man By 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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  36. 36. Flare Baby Flare (Nature Nature Nature ..
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  37. 37. The Return To Nature.
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  38. 38. 0420 Trust Nature
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  39. 39. Supernova (A Star Is Born) (Natur..
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  40. 40. The Circle Of Nature
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  41. 41. The Nature Of Things
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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

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