nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Compile Your Beliefs
February 4th 2024 11:18am — Compile your beliefs and they will sprout in soil— a glazed despair wrinkled in meditation / sit by the running water / walk home from work and wonder what it is like to be human / torn to bits these desires float but the adjectives do not come naturally anymore / be still by the rear doors / look in the mirrors but do not uphold the person inside / medication cannot hold the hands of derision / shame will bury itself between your ribs / we have known for some time / find solace in ugly things / statuesque ribbon used to tie our wrists together / will they leave bruises? / will they finally ripen in the sun? / will the fruits of ancestors be preserved for my children?
Olivia DodgePublished 10 minutes ago in PoetsWhispers of the Seagulls: A Serenade by the Sea
Amidst the azure expanse, seagulls soar, Their wings whisper tales of yore. On the shores where dreams dance in the sand,
Eray NurlandıPublished 44 minutes ago in PoetsThe Rhythm of Her Call
Feel the kiss of Mother Nature’s cool breeze upon your skin, Feel the warmth of her rays instil within your essence, Feel the silkiness of her tears wash your troubles away,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about an hour ago in PoetsStars
Look up to the sky alight - Starry night! Darkness never ending, ebon pierced by twinkling bright! How they sparkle, sparkle, sparkle,
Stories of time.
These are all stories of time in which the characters are different But this is his words everyone feels It's yours, mine and his but actually in this life These are just signs of time.
Never Stop.
Don't stop, never stop. as far as the goal is concerned till there Never bow down. Life will not come again and again, every time as long as there is life from living life till then Never stop. victory-loss, happiness-sorrow Everything lasts for a moment. Just you in this moment or two Never bow down. And in the end everything is yours but it will always be yours even thinking about it Never stop..
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
Atomic HistorianPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsWilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsUnveiling the Secrets Below
Once in the past, within a quaint coastal village wrapped in enigma, rumors circulated about a concealed fortune resting on the seafloor. Murmurs of vanished wealth, sunken vessels, and forsaken artifacts permeated the atmosphere, attracting adventurers and seekers of riches from distant places.
Ishaan SharmaPublished about 6 hours ago in Poetswhen it had ended
When it had ended, you finally awoke. Had there not been sirens? Had there not been smoke? When it was over, I saw you stand still.
Christy MunsonPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsBlackberry Pie
It was the only pie Ma would make all year – blackberries, still warm from the sun, picked over for the occasional passenger (scurrying ant,
Marsha SinghPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsSpring Symphony: A Poetic Ode to Feathered Visitors
Spring is on the horizon, songbirds are in flight, and the acrostic poem is spreading its wings and ready to take flight!