Best Rainforest Poems

It's true, I was idealistic when I was young
I saw everything in black and white
But now, everything's gray and complex
I fought for the seals and whales
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Rain your heart with its inside soft tissues
The stimulus of the thoughts that from there fly
Every hour of the weaving dark dripping issues
Into the earth and up to the very high
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The waterfall baptised us
And cleansed our sin away
The waters were cool to bathe our bodies
In the blessed bliss
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No rainforest can hold me
No desert can leave me thristy
As I look for you
Where are you, love?
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Living is a challenge

Life is not the same
Me poet Yeps Poet
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God gave us colours in our daily routine,
A clear blue sky the grass so green,
The colours of the mammals, all the life in the seas,
Our rainforest habitat they're all there to please.
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The rainforest is green with its beauty,
It is pure and holy like the greatest palace,
Where kings and queens roam,
In all their unrequited glory,
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Your world is fragile glass
Every day breaking like bones
Against the heartless pavement
Of this dingy city where dreams disappear
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A loud laugh, a hysterical cackle!
I got up with a start early morning,
opened my eyes. I was in
my friend's house in Wayanad
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A FOREST FULL OF TREES

As I entered the rainforest the other day,
Where the trees stood tall and free,
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I remember peeping in at his skyscraper room
and seeing him fast asleep. My little man.
I'd been in Manhattan a week,
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celtic artists unique voices soulful insights
rainforest dripping flooding rivers of words
wet downpour drowning in layered meanings
bush time wild weather mosquito time infuses souls
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I get off the IRT in front of the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture after riding an early
Amtrak from Philly to get a hair cut at what used to be the Harlem "Y" barbershop. It gets me in at ten to
ten. Waiting, I eat fish cakes at the Pam Pam and listen to the ladies call out orders: bacon-biscuit twice,
scrambled scrambled fried, over easy, grits, country sausage on the side. Hugh is late. He shampoos me,
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He swings his torch high and low,
piercing the dark undergrowth, green and lush,
casting a glow across the swampy places.
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Draw a nail from the wood,
You weaken the frame,
The wind won't be withstood,
Because it's structure you maim.
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My stella 44
Thy lap is my rest

In the forest of life a selfless empty shell,
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once upon a track high in the Kahurangi National Park
it was not a park then just locally known Wangapeka Track
I read psalms in alpine mountains below alpine heights
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There isn't a
N A M E
to fill in the
void of personality.
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Enthralled by programmes on aquatic life -
sun fish swim upside down when they wish,
camouflaged rock-fish precision-jump thus
devour prey at lightning speed; you will not
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My life without
My life its like the sky without moon.
Without you my life its like a sea with out wave.
And without you its like a child without no name.
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It is during these moments when,
the whole world seems asleep,
and the lights from the lamposts,
are burning bright for the foxes.
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A jaguar got power.
A jaguar got skill.
But in its final hour,
A jaguar has to kill.
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Do you think it's enough
a single dropp of rain to clean
the dirty clothes and his soul?
The ragamuffin was in a rainforest
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A golden antelope jumps in a rainforest.
In the moonlit night the ardent archer makes his bow and arrows
But this time he is very sensitive about the rare deer.
He used his special arrow for the hunt.
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andaman sea
the emerald expanse of the sea beckons
the thick rainforest breathes mystery
the weight of five hundred million years
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Sweeping through the hinterland and the mangrove swamps like a whirlwind it picks everything in his path.
Rampaging through the rainforest like an endemic barring her fangs on any one she comes across.
Marching through the city gates he subdues blue blood and commoner.In black smoke the beautiful handmaid lies in ruins.
Across the land and seas she manoeuvres
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This Land Is Our Land

[Chorus: ]
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Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station,
Took a train for forty minutes,
Got into another for only ten minutes,
reached Queen's Park.
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The rainforest is slowing disintegrating,
Getting chopped down for our needs,
And whilst we are all debating,
We need to plant more seeds.
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The leopards listen to each noise
Of their surrounding sounds...
On steadfast feet they gently poise,
Resisting fearful bounds.
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In the rainforest so lush
there is a sacred hush
as the morning sun's paintbrush
gives each tree jade blush
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1. Making a Poem Hat (non bai tho (poetic conical hats) .
A simple conical hat is made in 15 stages,
First, you must got to the forest
To collect young leaves of the tree named "Bo Qui Diep'
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When I think of you,
I feel an awesome sensation
I tried strewing them all with you,
Pearls picked from heart’s adulation.
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I walk alone among the yeast of tall bamboos
That stand as still as statues;
I caress the green smooth stems
Smoother than silk,
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The leopard cub felt mighty good,
It was a brand new day,
As he surveyed the neighbourhood,
Intent on nought but play...
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proboscis monkey
a golden lump of quiet wisdom
on the tropical tree
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The black of the panther
is so intensely black
that in openings in the jungle
their forms stand out, instead of blending
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Nonmowing turns empty lots
through time into forests
Sometimes the most powerful actions
involve inaction
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Can one see hope for the future of humanity when the foes of Nature in business and commerce succeed
When our Earth Mother is being raped for her resources by those known for their financial greed
In South America's Amazon Rainforest thousands of acres of trees are cut down every day
The uncalled for destruction of the natural environment for agriculture for to make way
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Gap Year
(for Mateo)

I
I remember your Moses basket before you were born.
I'd stare at the fleecy white sheet for days, weeks,
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Wonder world, wonderful life
Everything nice, everything beautiful
From the many different people
To the many different lands
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under the red moon,
where the black flowers bloom
thou shall lose all will
while many see wonder,
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Golgotha is a special place with new fonts
Spuming ink;
I skip out from the horse-flies, and dally in
My thirty year old truancies,
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The world is painted red, yellow and blue,
The world coming into every boat view,
Red colours each bead on red sand,
All cultures rejoicing together,
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I

Look at all of the trees,
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One day I sat on Santa's knee,
And he asked me what I'd like
If perhaps I wanted football boots,
Or a brand-new two-wheeled bike,
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How blessed am I
here in the rainforest
with her myriad voices
of unknown birds
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I dreamed of kissing you all the night
In a rainforest of fireflies bright
The cozy curve of your lips were glowing
Moist breeze of monsoon was blowing.
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bread butter and greens
a salad of vines and trees
a coleslaw of densely grown leaves
and boy did I want to add cheese
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Daybreak found Mabee in the jungle,
Cutting his way through the rainforest,
Making for the foothills of the high country.
He paused, listening for the telltale sound
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death is as shocking as birth
death is like fire and roses
death is as amazing as the universe
death is the final astonishment
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a beautiful prayer of devotion
which reads like the psalms
a comparison with some
of the finest historical verse
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sad but as for me I walked the Heaphy both ways,
while still a student at Buller High School some of us,
got to see rainforest wildnerness paradise on our doorstep;
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it is a beautiful mystic place prestine
tourists finishing famous Heaphy Track
near Karamea do not even pause stop,
just wisked away back to city Nelson
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awoken memories stir
''leading to turn hidden
lost Karamea valleys
fast leaps downpour life
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ebbs eradicated
sacrifices subdues
rabid man beast
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awake
walk
in
possibilities
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let life breathe
flower into a beautiful
bliss soul journey
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yesterday in fertile seed moments of tender gift giving
I was going to soft whisper on the freedom wind to you

ancient secrets
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jungle is decibels sudden split
is split with piercing solo call
bird song strange in distance is
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leave Aotearoa hear loudest
bird in the world scream
we will we will rock you
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hear startling the loudest
bird in the world scream
we will we will rock you
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Hot foot love,
By the balcony then on cradle, sharing
The hots for love and hurt for heed
Portraying the beauty of halcyon
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Bowline fast at Neverfail mooring
Listless boat slides on breath and tide
Inky black and silver buffed dull,
Mist ragged, scrapes and drags
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The people of the rainforest carry many dreams,
They could teach you a thing or two about nature,
And about how nature affects people,
Because the globe we walk on,
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High walls and watchtowers loom around the place
This cemetery once needed guards with guns
To keep the dead safe from the body snatchers
Bloodhounds protected Dublin’s buried sons
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Journey into a Brother's Interior
I step into my brother
Look out at his world through his eyes.
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Scrounging
To feed his brood.
He grocery shops, but
Drops seed on the rainforest floor.
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Birds of great size
To be the extinct elephant bird
A Madagascar bird
Whose closest living relative in the kiwi
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8 billion trees to be planted
8 billion trees to grow
In years to come
They to flourish and show
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Victor Hugo -The Morn at Daybrakk
The morn at daybrakk
At the oor fin the kintra brichtens
I'll set aff
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From Dust

Life is dust
Without it we will not exist
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The Amazon

The Amazon rainforest cries and the mighty river senses the doom.
The inhabitants of the forest are beleaguered in fear of losing out
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When my eyes are blue
I’m a sky-spelled beam of Heaven
Singing icons of beauty
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Child of rainforest watches
a tumbling dots decent. Thunderbolt high.
Silken flower blossoms in red torn sky.
While a pilot wonders considers
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The World is crying,
crying for the tears
of the Rainforest
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If my fate twitches slightly
And a new vista stares at me,
I will be born again
Turn all my street life
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I am a writer; if I sell a word or not
And if you people are my readers
Then I must be, hot to trot?
I'll make - paper out of these cedars.
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Boys: who hasn't been duplicitous?
Wanting, rigid air roots, affirmed faith.
All-around love, it's ubiquitous
Who'll open their sepals them petals
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I never think of dragons anymore in
The unpalatable rooms underneath the paper trees
In the midst of a hurricane-
Why, I’ll just lay out here, baptizing in the raiment
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See how I’ve dressed up
All in cumulonimbus and the yellow busses
Passing beneath me
Like hummingbirds with lipstick of tourists:
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'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'
is a great poetic sentimental order
ever written by a romantic bard,
that spoke of truth to guard.
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(Sonnet To Tree Lovers)

How beautiful this place, we named “Cedar Haven”
Nestled in the foothills, on west slope of Mt Hood
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In a rainforest lives a girl named 'Sunny'
Lives amongst trees of alder ‘n cedar
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Listen to the poet ROTMS;
Living in seclusion, in the Cascade Rainforest.

"Don't wander out on the road in drunken ecstasy,
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taman negara
trees with bigger roots than the Angkor's
take hold of my mind
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Amazon
caught in the river
a shimmering tropical forest
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Moody Gardens Bat Cave
we walk slowly two by two
looking for two toed sloth
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Great Ocean Road's
Twelve Apostles
all our eyes halo-ed
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Dominica
they take the plunge
to get away from the human tide
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While hubby slept, she, with a smile
let in her lover through the gate.
He was a vet and doggie style
was always subject to debate.
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Rainforests come, rainforests go,
If some still have their way,
Yet if replaced, then more would grow,
Forever and a day...
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I've been through the outback wide and brown
Miles from the nearest country town
And through vales and mountains lush and green
But none quite like Mt Tamborine.
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Bill feels he is a fair dinkum Australian
He says I'm Aussie born and bred and grown
It's not my fault that my dad came from Ireland
From County Kerry by the Paps of Shrone.
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I have heard on the radio news of today
Of a drought in the Amazon Forest from here far away
Such sad news the worst news one could wish to hear
Than terrorism to Humanity a far greater fear
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It's nice up at the top of Spring Brook Mountain
In the shade of the tall rain forest trees
No traffic noise, the mountain air is cooler
And there's a freshness in the evening breeze.
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James has returned to his old Hometown and gray now is his once dark hair
To end his life journey from where it started he has been in the big World out there
He has seen some strange things in his travels and to tell has strange stories more than a few
And that truth can be stranger than fiction so happens to only be true.
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For the past ten years he had lived in the rainforest country
In northern New South Wales north of Lismore
And now back in Victoria in his old Hometown of Belgrave
A stranger where he was well known before.
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