nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A wasted time
Esther Casilla bought a fancy villa. After THAT, HE RETURNED FROM WORK EVERY DAY AND ALWAYS SAW SOMEONE WALKING ONE BOX FROM HIS GARDEN, LOADING IT ONTO A TRUCK AND PULLING IT.
Wandering particles
Wandering Particles, Wandering in amazement, At everything I see. Nature, She holds such beauty, Even the bark of the tree, Are the same particles in you and me. They go on living and breathing, Always giving and receiving, Outstretched arms reaching, Slowly growing to the sky. As the sun rays are beaming, The green canopy, Absorbing the energy. Each leaf holds a meaning Holding dew of the morning. Homes for the birds swarming. The sturdy limbs resembling veins, Holding it's lifeblood within, Dancing with the winds. Such a sweet melody, As the birds chime timely. Beginning a symphony, Carrying a sweet epiphany, Life in all its complexity. Is a perfect balance, Unobstructed and free. Living in harmony, Like the particles in me. Keeping me healthy, In love at peace. Feel the wonders of nature, You can sense the release, let your mind feel at ease, As you wander, With me, Aimlessly, Into possibility.
Keith MchughPublished 2 years ago in PoetsEarly summer
In early summer, a few daffodil flowers have emerged from the low shrubs on the campus. The fragrance of flowers wafts through the classroom, and you can smell it as long as you take a deep breath. This year's Moon Moon is here again. At this time, the teacher's words didn't seem to be as boring as they used to be, and the bells weren't as annoying as they used to be. I was walking on the campus, the soft sunlight hung obliquely on the branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses that never withered, and it seemed so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the gray concrete road, the steps are so light that I do not want to break the silence. Under a tree, the midsummer wind blows the familiar skirt and the folds of the skirt, it seems to be a sea, so cool. Perhaps she heard my footsteps, she turned her head, and those eyes were as clear as the autumn sky. Although those eyes were faint, they were honest and straightforward. Back then, it was because of those eyes that I knew her! I thought so. She started walking towards me and said, "I met you here when I was in first grade. You looked at me like a fool with such long hair!" I didn't answer her, just She asked, "Have you left yet?" Her bright eyes dimmed, and she said, "Wait a minute! You used to urge me like this before, even though I'm older than you, you always treat me like a Your sister." I just smiled and said nothing. I suddenly didn't want to leave this place, and looking at the person in front of me, I was even more reluctant to let go. Will I meet a better friend than her in the future? It turns out that this is the taste of farewell. The heart is so painful, but it is too late to start cherishing the old days until now. I had no choice but to watch the moment of saying goodbye to you. Thinking of the days before with you, it was really happy, now we are going to say goodbye, we are all sad. Probably because we thought of going together and stopped talking. We have been very close since the first grade. I stood up from the playground and patted the dust on my body. She turned around suddenly, grinned, and said, "Don't think you're going to graduate, I'll forget about your embarrassment." She seemed to be annoyed and said, "If you dare to speak out, I won't play with you anymore. Humph!" "Maybe I won't be able to play in the future. Okay, let's talk!" Although I didn't care about it, I didn't want to leave. It is still a group of familiar people, and it goes on like this, and nothing changes! The scenery here is good, but I haven't looked back. Everything seems to be unable to withstand the wear and tear of the years. Time always waits behind to forget, and happiness always looks back. My friends, thank you for your company!
John M McDanielPublished 2 years ago in Poetsautumn heart
If you are, a life of ill-fated and ups and downs; Don't be pessimistic and disappointed, don't give up easily; Smart people will carefully craft their detached state of mind by taking advantage of ups and downs or frustrations;
Soledad A KelloggPublished 2 years ago in PoetsStar Words
Beautiful starry sky The starry sky in the summer night is so beautiful! The stars in the sky were twinkling, like a pair of bright eyes, but also like a shining silver lamp.
Soledad A KelloggPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOde to the Beach
The waves, loud and white, crashing on the shore. The sand, with water, forms masterpieces. Parents want silence and peace so much more.
Joshua LuntPublished 2 years ago in PoetsFranklin Street
Stained sidewalks, sprained ankles, recycling bins the size of sinkholes, flies, always, in the kitchen, neighbors studying reiki
Ally MurphyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe birds on our roof are extra loud today
The birds on our roof are extra loud today. I hope that's the sound of cheer, not dismay. . Are they looking forward to May?
My Name Is Not CypressPublished 2 years ago in PoetsVoice of the Oaks
An echo among The standing oak Of a time long ago When crowns were gold And voices were pure, When rain washed The decay of another day
Katrina ThornleyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Waves
Another poem inspired by my Muse's love of the ocean and mystic creatures adn mythology. 🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊 As Long As The Moon Is In The Sky As Long As The Sun Will Always Shine And As Long As We Are Friends And More The Waves Will Always Caress This Shore 🌊🧜🌊 As Long As The Silver Moon Does Rise After Helios’ Chariot Leaves As Long As The Sea Is Silver Blue The Waves Will Always Come Here For You 🌊🧜🌊 Standing On Silver Shimmering Sands You Will Always See White Surf Waves Land Mermaids Live There Bringing Bright Magic Oceans Atlantic and Pacific And As Long As We Are Friends And More The Waves Will Always Caress This Shore 🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊🌊🧜🌊
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in PoetsToday’s Weather Forecast
The weather report for the day is all over the shop The prediction for the kitchen is hot and steamy, But when does that ever change, never I’ve heard
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 years ago in PoetsStorms
Storms Raindrops pelting the pavement Pigeons hiding in a hole The storm is upon us Raindrops pounding passers-by Teardrops from the sky Drench the world in sorrow 😭
Eugenette MorinPublished 2 years ago in Poets