Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: nature poems

  • The Bee and The Bloom

    A bumblebee buzzed with bumbling grace,Zipping and dipping all over the place.It spotted a flower, so red and sweet,And said, “Well hello there—my sugary treat!” It wiggled and jiggled and landed just right,Its belly fuzzy, with stripes shining bright.Then whispered, “Dear flower, don’t mind if I stay,I’m just here for nectar… and maybe to play.”

  • Muse: Morning

    The morning gently caresses the drowsy sleeper, awakening them with the tender symphony of nature. The melodious trills of birds mingle with the soft whines of reptiles, while the relentless buzz of insects fills the air like an unseen orchestra harmonizing with the rustle of green foliage. A subtle fragrance of damp earth interlaces with…

  • What is The Elephant?

    I will start by retelling this short and famous parable about the Elephant and the Blindmen, adapted from the book The Elephant in the Dark. This parable speaks volumes about misconceptions and how one-sided, unverified, and faulty ideology could spread erroneous claims and beliefs. A group of blind men learned that a strange animal, called…

  • Moonlight Dance

    Let’s dance under the moonlightListen to the crickets screech outShare those smiles we have learnedBe grateful for a lovely evening tryst

  • Sunrise

    Sunrise reminds us all of new beginnings Sunrise reminds me of a new startThe gloom and cold are goneI hear the birds sing once againAnd the squirrel’s cheerful sport

  • Daybreak

    Getting up to faint bird tweetsWhen golden shine sifts through curtainsAnd morning airs – so delightful and swiftWander through this little town I heard the older folk greetThey talk of night’s heavy rainBut as the storm is now pastA mild drizzle cheers the lawn Sunlight warms my room and townEach cosy day is a blessing…

  • Stormy Night

    Why is the storm angry?I heard tiny fireflies askThis evening of barrage,Of tempest and darkness The rain bothers me tooShe flirts with my vision Hurls my soft curtains upAnd annoys the candlelight Even the gloom is ephemeralBut window panes growl and shakeEach time the clouds rumble outside

  • The Night is Pregnant

    Now it’s raining again! The clouds quietly gather For Night is heavy with child And ready to yield pots of water! Lightning draw caricatures Across the blackened skies Frightening all who are awake These expectant clouds Or mischievous lightning Knew to keep heavy sleepers awake

  • Night Rain

    Hear the rain howl in the wind Outside, this blessed frigid night Rainfall is our sport for children A moment to count many blessings, And all doubts to wash off the pour!

  • The Shepherd’s Song

    Tut, tsi, tsii, tuut, tsiiWill you think I was talking to myself?Haha, not in any way! I call to my sheep that waySo we bond, we use a special codeAnd when they spread over the grasslandI sit to play my guitar- singing HallelujahQuivering fingers, dry in the noon sun,Taste of dew on my lips, a…

  • Morning Aura

    This dawn, the mist,Evoked a modest tone The smell of the lush forestOver nature’s fair kindness

  • Even Trees Talk || Arunav Barua

    Hearing is not akin to listening, I heardI hear, do I also listen to the talking bird?One day is spent as another, only free nowFrom the monotonous repeat, tell me how… Give me a canvass that is as white as snowPut in some colours, pictures that reveal, showThe way to a heart is through words…

  • Soar

    Fly happy Soar higher Free as air

  • Uganda

    Hills rise & fall Now the sky is vast Trees are green, All images of the countryside, Of flowery bouquets Fair birds sing & sail From trees on zeniths If we must listen, When they engage the world, Then we need to be silent When trees look on And grasses swerve It’s cos the wind…

  • I See The Morning Sun

    I heard the morning sun Sing to the village below Through cream-coloured curtains Her poems echo some moments ago I see sunflowers dance by the roadside Throwing sweet fumes up the sky I see a dried crust of loose brown earth Colour pastures were several termites Dwell, in broken, collective settlements I see the strong…

  • Night Poem: Vocal Nature

    Night Nature has a way of entertaining itself, you know. There are the nocturnal insects and birds who sing through the night, there are the whistling pines and the stubborn wind. The night can be annoying at times when buzzing insects bother sleepers, it can also let her musicals perform lullabies to weary people when…

  • Nightfall in The Savannah

    Night falls behind the village fenceLast traces of day, shadows fadeTree lines turn grey and blackWhile the sky host a million stars Quiet evening, sound of waterHeard down the waterfalls, by the streamsideAnd from thickets bullfrogs wadeEnjoying the fresh and sweet breeze Tree branches play with the windSoft singing is heard from huts awayWhile hill…

  • Morning Wind

    this early morning wind is super happy for she is wedded to the chilly climate, this green land, her people, my delighted self, one beautiful place, I will always call home

  • Night Sings

    The wind whispers a melodyThe skies whirr alongNight flies buzz in the darknessThe moon may grow to a big fellowFloating effortlessly up the night cloudLike an evening mist in a dark worldLetting all things and time vocalize,When my silly heart hum in love

  • Bright Night

    The gorgeous galaxy serenade the earthA shooting star skips singing a ballad of loveThe night is bright, filled with lovely memories

  • Dusk

    Ripples crash down,Dusks full confession close,But the elements are rugged,Sand swirls,Squinting crabs,Insects fly around,Birds chirp to the stream’s current,Now the evening is gently joined with dayUp above the clouds, are starry grinsA single moment of benign intimacy

  • Sound of Dance

    I heard the sound of shuffling feet As they moved on the dry grassland So I waited for the style for tonight Lost in the musical earth, Of grassy turns, faded sighs, A generous puff of midday wind, Trapped in a box of an eager heart

  • When The Rain Goes

    I Wish, I Wish Not It’s in man’s nature to wish for a thing and when it doesn’t favour him anymore, wishes it away. When it’s the rainy season, homes, roads and streets are flooded. Mosquitoes, sun flies, roaches, tsetse and other bad guys go on a rampage. Though the rain might help many people…

  • Good Neighbour

    Our first neighbour is our environment – the air we breathe, the food we take in and the natural things that we see around us. Daybreak is her garment She dresses with flowers, Sings with voices sweet & soft And flirts with her helpers Good neighbour, fair nature, Flirting wind, green paradise Favourite aura, great…

  • An African Lullaby

    Come closer, come hear the song I must sing this nightCome let us sit under the mango, let us enjoy the moonlight,The sweet breeze brings memories, like the quiet riversideWhich flows freely, running in peaceful haste thru the wild The cold day took her toil on our strengthBut the night fire hands us some warmthLean…

  • Sunrise Before My Eyes

    The sun rises before my eyes,Light throws her veil on earthThe breezes travel southOn their pathLetting lyrics,Within, withoutI see how lucky I amTo have this unfailing love

  • Poem: He

    Free as the wind was heWith eyes glowing wild as tanCarved on steady rocks, his path,Submitting to nature, his passion To him walls are barriers,But fearless, he frolics aboutWading through life’s tideLike a lonely cloud, wandering,Heed to nature, his precious being

  • Morning Wakes 🌅

    Dew melt and drip off tree leaves, Pretty hues huddle, some rise, some fall The smell of cooking in the distant village, Morning their shy friend is finally awake Greenfields stretched into the horizon Monkeys yawn, birds tweet, rodents race, Treelines summon their leafy branches Worms are first with the feeding riot Tree leaves fall,…

  • The Rain Returns All

    Poets as Lovers I assume all poets are lovers. So every poet love can be compared to a hysterical character. I put it thus: a poet’s love is like a crescendo, other times it goes decrescendo or fairly in between. It may be lenient, sometimes it’s wild! So pay attention to your impressions, my friends.…

  • Love Poem: Tune of Bliss

    what do you perceive when you look into my eyes? is it an orbit formed from love where stars shine in the reverie? mornings maybe airy so curtains may dance, my arms are hairy so it’s a sheer thriller, now, I’ll let you know, you’re a creator of great happiness, for every time you smile…

  • Sounds (Of Water)

    Poetry may come in form of flowing water, That tells of no serious thing in particular; But about the few that wash others’ feet And the wild that calls the forest home, It chats of fauns that hide in crevices Where waterfalls are happy to fall in currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and slow rivers,…

  • Three Brothers

    three lush brothers, firm upon torn boulders, wistful blue skies flying clouds sigh, tentacles as palms day made to warm these green brothers, yokes of sweet nectar, golden sunshine blotched lines, spiky front as arms familiar to harm

  • Muse: Time

    Smiles bring back what belongs to the cheerful shepherd, The evening is her favourite moment when daylight fade

  • Footprints

    Footprints print quiet images On soft sands where immaculate is white Images are sometimes blurred And other times widespread Grains of sand ingrained on tracks Distort a dent on the regular sand A track to memory and sands of time

  • Beauty by Mike Noxaura

    A baby cooing A star is going nova The smile of a bride The blush of a teenage boy The laughter, unafraid of a grandma The solid advice of a grandpa The wind in the trees A tiger on the hunt The smell of sage and sweetgrass burning in a sweat lodge The peyote and…

  • Sweet Lemons by Njabulo N.

    Twists You may agree that lemons are not as sweet as they look. Some of the species are not just sour but bitter. When life gave us lemons, we learned to make lemonade and every poet knows how to paint this well. Enjoy this piece straight from eSwatini. Sweet Lemons I wish I could use…

  • Daylight Aura

    daylight aura keen tantrums distant flyers the sky is alive with joy a positive bird moment where singing greet the blue skies, bright days wed birds and firmaments and a pleasant symphony waits for all this morn of frolic & awed spectators

  • Imageries Of The Fireside

    I love how the fire gives rise to dancing things; Flickering fire tongues lick the wood that sits astride, The odd form of musketeers and brave swordsmen Of likenesses behind the light walls, we watch plays Fierce kingdoms, which I may liken to Camelot With her chariots riding off to skirmish, Dire wolves in the…

  • Beautiful Blossoms

    Beautiful August my favorite aura Large fruit trees blossoming around the countryside form a flower shelter, which also provides a spectacular view. The rains had gone for a break, stream and river levels recede. It’s August break. I noticed this morning, the petals were on the verge of blossoming. Now I must wait for handsome…

  • Morning Muse: Rising Sun

    The waking sun that comes every morning, shining upon the land where flowers bloom and food is harvested in its season, the air that we breathe in every moment embraces without a desire for anything in return. This is the love we are constantly receiving – love that never changes.

  • The Spider’s Tale and Song

    The Spider’s Tale Childhood classes taught a lesson on perseverance and diligence. This was a lesson that featured the little spider who never gave up and the overthrown king who learned to be resilient. I’ll retell the tale in simple words. Once there was a king who was ousted by his brother. He sat in…

  • I Heard The Waterfalls Sing

    I heard the garrulous waterfalls sing once, Drowning the noise of the forest in its wake She cascades down, drawing curtains of white waters, Pitching shadows behind the rocks that let it form I have seen the streams divide into two or three files, Each guarding its way through shiny stones and rocks, Creating a…

  • Serenity Is Vitality

    Serenity Is Vitality Not everybody appreciates a loud and garrulous setting. Let’s assume that people are apples. Accordingly, we come in different hues and sizes and so do our likes and dislikes. The differences become the leverage, our various flavours and uniqueness. I adore relaxed and silent settings, especially the beautiful countryside. It’s strange to…

  • Pause: Listen and Watch

    Pause Listen Sometimes the wind speaks, The birds sing as they fly, And the rivers throw up sounds Insects display incessant zithering, Rainfall is the beat of the rooftop, And woodpecker’s pecking is a rhythm Pause Watch Sometimes trees draw with dropping leaves, The sands are her drawing board, The crickets burrow on the sand,…

  • The Human Mind As Art

    You’re Beautiful We’re busy admiring the stars, rivers, hills and all-natural wonders in between. We overlooked the ‘man’ that made the picture complete. It’s our ingenuity that creates beautiful artwork, architectural prowess and imaginative literature. We’re an integral part of nature and hence have a significant role to play in the maintenance and preservation of…

  • See The Sun Rise

    Observe high above the sky; when the cloudy, golden sun drift away, Hiking by her side is the hilly country, where shines colours of day, Glittering clouds, a nought abundance of gold may define the beauty, The smell of dew on dry clay on air; life wakes to benevolent serenity, The earth is up; with…

  • Muse: Listen To The Talking Drum

    Permit me to etch this melodious stanza upon your heart Let the verbal rhythm be greeted with this fair talking drum, Give me your ears, let them listen as lyrics tell of the night frog Who challenged the melodious nightingale to a song duel

  • Muse: When Love Excites

    Nothing excites further,Nothing reveals true loveAs fresh tender blossoms,Beneath these ancient palmsWhere this tryst we make,To renew love once again Enjoy this classic from Shayne Ward

  • Muse: Dance For Me

    Dance for me, dear child, Twist and turn, hold my hand, Make a loop, see stars spin around And let’s wish this bliss lasts forever Image from Masaka kids

  • Haiku: Morning Ride

    Sail bright rays Scramble fair clouds, Dawn your mistress