Grounded Poets
poets whose works are strongly influenced by the natural world, the earth, or a sense of rootedness in their surroundings. These poets frequently focus on the harmony, beauty, and connectivity of the natural world and the human condition.
Under the venerable trees in the meadows,
They effortlessly locate their muse.
The poets who are grounded, their souls fly,
They travel across mountains, waves, and woods.
Their poetry echoes in the leaves.
And with the soft heaves of the river,
Every rock, every flower in bloom
They learn the strength of their motivation.
Having roots that bury themselves,
Their language is gritty, powerful, and meaningful.
They are intertwined in nature's rhythm,
grounded poets who are nice and intelligent.
They instruct us to appreciate the tiny things,
To answer the subtle, ethereal call
cherishing all life things,
Their verses sing with hearts rooted in reality.
So, let's carefully read what they have to say.
Because they have much to contribute, grounded poets
In these verses, we frequently discover,
The natural world's treasures come together.
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Hello! I'm a writer. With a deep passion for stories, I've dedicated myself to WRITING STORIES. I'm always eager to learn, grow, and share my experiences with the world. Join me on this journey and let's inspire each other.
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Nicely written!
Willian, this was a very insightful and well written poem about poets. Nicely done!