nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Under Dark Skies
I’ve known the stars, but known their absence too. I’ve seen my heroes bronzed in distant fire, I’ve seen the onyx night stained through and through.
Steve HansonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBedtime Whispers, Whispers of Hope
Golden hair like spun moonlight, Breathing soft, the day takes flight. Whispered stories, dreams unfold, In my arms, a world of gold.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA small space
One keeps going Another wants to sit down The principle is the same The environment is mind and body The inability to carry and walk is reduced….
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe poem, impact of seeing the underground excavation site
Three dimensional with the outside shake hands One dimensional Period Forward only Arrow will shoot half blind
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA burial ground that wakes up with time by the hand
Ask beyond Lost Voice found again From long hair Will wait again longevity secretly Hiding in himself suffered
Ahamed ThousifPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Eternal Serenade"
Beneath the shimmering veil of night's embrace, An everlasting serenade, love's gentle grace. In the celestial ballet, where stars gather,
Waseem ChemPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhere have all the children gone
The creeking silence of age, Echoes through the streets, Sounds like old wooden floors, Under heavy feet... ~ All of the children once running around.
Corazón
You placed a hand on your chest, and you said "Corazón" Then taught me what meaning there can be in a word And with that simple wisdom I've lived and I've grown
Judah LoVatoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSunlight on your Smile
Your smile, a sunrise on my face, Chases shadows, fills with grace. Eyes like pools of summer sky, Reflecting dreams that never die.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFebruary
The red on my sleeve As we watched them all leave Caused me little alarm After all, in the scuffle And the fur-and-fang shuffle
Christopher "Ski" GanczewskiPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTiny Fingers, Giant Heart
Tiny fingers grip my hand, Eyes that shine, a wonderland. Sleepy sighs and milk-stained chin, My giant heart, held safe within.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLove's Battlefield: Where Shadows Dance
Beneath a tattered sky, not sun nor snow, My heart's a beacon, a soldier's vow. No regal birth, no gilded name, My love for thee, a whispered flame.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in Poets