Romantic Reflections of a Beautiful Morning

The sun rises above the hillcrest,

As does the joy of my heart;

Rays of warmth and love,

From her I will never depart. 



Fresh dew upon the grass,

Young birds chirp in their nests;

I watch her gently sleep,

My love to her I silently profess.




I enjoy the stillness and calm, 

Watching as she smiles and dreams;

She brings me to stillness and peace,

Like that of a slow flowing stream.




My heart and soul flow with love, 

And I smile as I quietly reflect;

I’ve been handed a sweet princess,

A sweet princess to love and to protect.




A vow to myself I make, 

As she quietly sleeps away;

To love and always cherish her,

Until my last breath... until my last day.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Author name: Michael Brieck, For more Poems you can check Cute Love Poems for Her Thanks

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Lovers Field

My Everything

A field before my feet.

The smell of wild flowers; my nose to steep.

Stems adorned with color, glimmering in the exhausted sun.

Waltzing amongst my fingertips; legs eager to run.

There's a shadow near the woods.

Quite a distance, from where I stood.

Gliding, like I sprouted graceful wings.

Twirling winds; in my ears do ring.

A pure familar fragrance, lingering in the air to find.

Something sweet on lips, I've somehow left behind.

The silence of the woods, hum in mysterious concern.

There you stood, a fire in me to burn.

Blossoming in daring flames.

Two souls, a mirror; the same.


Such steps
aspen meets the ladder
denting each rung to disappear.
Breed the rubble
welt tighter
scissoring scrim of ribbons
exhaust the chain mount closer
a peak - a steep plot the bottom in you
found where
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Nature Calls Us

Nature calls us,


But all can’t hear,

What nature does say!


Only the wise can,

Properly comprehend,

The complex yet easy tongue,

Coming from nature, our true friend!


As the Bard says in “Under the Greenwood Tree”,


We must go amid nature and feel it accordingly!

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Dog who loves nature

Dog who loves nature

(492 words)


The sun rises every morning and gives that special brightness to the magnificent tree over the hill, who spread its glow on the entire valley, filling it with beauty and life. From that point at the top of the hill, you can see how the flowers raise their heads, crowned with colorful petals, perfuming the day; you can hear the direction of the blue river go down the hill through the valley, saying hello to everyone who lives there. The grass is dancing with the air a lovely whistle song. There is a town downriver, a few miles from the hill, where many different kinds of dogs live, where Dago stands out for his leadership.

Dago is a wise dog who has many years living in the community with all his animal brothers. They all live there, peacefully and in perfect balance.


There is a big, old tree, with many branches, green leafs and as tall as the hill it sits on. It has been there for centuries, with many generations of animals revering it over the years. It is the mother of them all, the bringer of all life and their sustenance through the fruit it provides, Mother Nature they called it. They only take what they need, and return to the cycle of life when they die and feed the soil in which this tree thrives.


One day, Dago found a cat by the riverside, unconscious and in bad condition; it was strange as he never saw a cat before. His instinct told him to be cautious, but his good nature showed up and he took this new creature to his town where he nurtured him back to full health with the tree’s delicious fruit.


A few months later the cat settled by the hill and brought many of his cats friends along, they also liked the fruit very much and its rich nature allowed them to grow and spread. Over the course of a few years, they had become larger and the fruit was not enough, so they started hunting the animals like mice and ate them; they needed more water and depleted the river; they needed more houses and started cutting the trees… When they ran out of trees they went for the one over the hill… Mother Nature was in danger. She called Dago and asked him for a favor – Take these seeds, spread them with the help of your brothers over the world. They will create new ecosystems (animals and vegetation) that can sustain by themselves. However, be careful with the cats, once they realize about those new places, they will come after all of them, to satisfy their desires. So eventually that is how the rivalry of dogs and cats started.

The moral of the story is that we need to change our habits if we want to still have a world to live in, and take care about what Mother Nature give us.

G. G.


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cherry blossoms fall to earth

fluttering in the breeze

for nothing, not even to appease

without regret nature toils

endless and shamless

natures beauty on display

to swish a away your dismay

in natural form you remain

as nature meant you to arraigned




The other day while walking in the woods something occurred to me
“How much there is to learn,” I thought, “from a stroll among the trees.”

Trees can teach us about beauty when we stop to realize
How beauty comes in any shape, in any color, any size.

For every tree is beautiful, each one a work of art and heaven blessed
And each tree adds its loveliness to the beauty of the rest.

Trees can teach us about harmony, they have no ego, no vanity, no pride
They stand together in the forest, different species side by side.

They can teach us about family, each tree is a sister or a brother
Strong enough to stand alone or lean on one another.

As we watch how trees welcome in the rain, the wind, the sun, the air
They can teach us how the key to life is their ability to share.

They can teach us about humility, it’s a lesson we must learn
As they give us food and air and life asking nothing in return.

They put up no fences, no walls, no boundaries have they made
And everyone’s invited in, to sit beneath their shade.

They can teach us about adversity, they stand tall through life with ease
They know the key to weathering any storm is swaying with the breeze.

They can teach us how to live together for it’s the Earth that they adore
They have no need for animosity, or hatred, or prejudice or war.

They can teach us to take the time to rest, to find shelter from the sun
And never be too busy to climb their branches, just for fun.

They teach us how we’re all connected, every creature, plant and stone
And remind us no matter where we go, we never walk alone.

And they teach us all in silence, they do not sermonize or preach
It’s up to us to accept their guidance and heed the lessons that they teach.

Yes, as I walked in the woods I never realized the way my heart would yearn
Knowing that the trees were there to teach me...and how much there is to learn.

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On a morning walk I chanced to see
That is both Deborah and I,
From a pier that juts into the sea...
Pigeons in the sky.

We see many birds as we meander
So one may wonder...why
With pelicans and herons, who seem grander
Did we notice pigeons in the sky?

The pigeons were flying, to our elation
Silently, wings spread
In one harmonious formation
Just above our heads.

Left and right, up and down, they flew
In a wonderful display
And we were there to witness anew
Their beautiful ballet.

How do they do it? fly as one
Perhaps we’ll never know why
As they dance in the shadow of the sun
And waltz across the sky.

Then again, we don’t have to know
For our life to be enhanced
The beauty is not in knowing
The beauty is in the dance.

And life needs more grace and symmetry
More moments that beautify
More moments of surprise and mystery
Like pigeons in the sky.

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To Watch The River Flow


There were cloudless days 
Sunless days 
Without so much 
As a breeze in the air 

Days when the trees and flowers 
As I watched the river 
Sitting frozen still 

These were my winter days 
When spring and summer and fall 
Had withdrawn 
To another time of life 

I believed this to be 
A time of peace and tranquility 
But that was a tale 
Told by younger men 

This was a time 
Of reflection 
Like the formless shapes 
That appeared in the icy waters 

A time to prepare 
In the most gracious of ways 
My goodbyes 
And fare-thee-wells 

These days 
I come here often 
Not to think of my failures 
But rather, to let them go 
To send them off 
And let them fade away 

These days 
I come here only 
To watch the river flow 

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