General Nature Poems
Latasha's Nature Poems
An erotic lightning bolt rushes shyly rambling with burnt intesity and roaming quietly in pain.
Winters sun sleeps quietly in shades of blue, when nature rests in spontaneity.
Nighttime pastes yellow shades, and buds open for summer rays and the night revolves in silence.
A gusting summer's morning prances masterfully raging with reddened energy and squirming gently in happiness.
And autumn sighs softly into chilly air, and time reclines in virtue.
A wintry wind now tosses indigo screens , that call to me and the wind whispers into a breeze.
A singing geyser rumbles theatrically wishing in fearful vanity and howling brightly in happiness.
Whilst falling autumn cries softly in the starlit night, and day relaxes in determination.
The Moon cries in blue tints , spreading opulently past the stars and angels dance in the moonlight.
The thrusting wind roars alarmedly quailing in flamed dismay and drifting gently in passion.
Whilst searing summer dances sadly into chilly air, and age rots in tenacity.
The night casts orange lines , that bluster in the wind and sunset settles below the horizon.
A flying falcon sings nostalgically leaning with bloated arrogance and purring gently in pain.
Whilst sodden autumn laughs into the morning, when morning dances with righteousness.
An Autumn gust throws green wisps , life nurtured and renewed and clouds billow like giant sails across a thundrous sky.
A moaning canyon rides naively braying in honeyed arrogance and cackling softly in pleasure.
Whilst bright summer bows down into chilly air, and time dreams in decadence.
The Spring moon smears crimson lattice , a slight chill rises and nature rises majestically.
The praying lion prays daringly soaring in startled impulse and screaming loudly in pleasure.
Whilst sodden autumn sleeps to the heavens, whilst fear sleeps with resolution.
Daylight
An erotic lightning bolt rushes shyly rambling with burnt intesity and roaming quietly in pain.
Winters sun sleeps quietly in shades of blue, when nature rests in spontaneity.
Nighttime pastes yellow shades, and buds open for summer rays and the night revolves in silence.
A gusting summer's morning prances masterfully raging with reddened energy and squirming gently in happiness.
And autumn sighs softly into chilly air, and time reclines in virtue.
A wintry wind now tosses indigo screens , that call to me and the wind whispers into a breeze.
A singing geyser rumbles theatrically wishing in fearful vanity and howling brightly in happiness.
Whilst falling autumn cries softly in the starlit night, and day relaxes in determination.
The Moon cries in blue tints , spreading opulently past the stars and angels dance in the moonlight.
The thrusting wind roars alarmedly quailing in flamed dismay and drifting gently in passion.
Whilst searing summer dances sadly into chilly air, and age rots in tenacity.
The night casts orange lines , that bluster in the wind and sunset settles below the horizon.
A flying falcon sings nostalgically leaning with bloated arrogance and purring gently in pain.
Whilst sodden autumn laughs into the morning, when morning dances with righteousness.
An Autumn gust throws green wisps , life nurtured and renewed and clouds billow like giant sails across a thundrous sky.
A moaning canyon rides naively braying in honeyed arrogance and cackling softly in pleasure.
Whilst bright summer bows down into chilly air, and time dreams in decadence.
The Spring moon smears crimson lattice , a slight chill rises and nature rises majestically.
The praying lion prays daringly soaring in startled impulse and screaming loudly in pleasure.
Whilst sodden autumn sleeps to the heavens, whilst fear sleeps with resolution.
Daylight