nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Gift
Life is hard but tis a gift as well. The gift is more than life, it is the beauty of nature itself. The way nature doth appear it does take my breath away to breathe into the breeze. The way nature blooms gently into a bursting beauty. The gift can not be described but experienced instead. The gift was given before we saw light in our eyes. We merely watch the gift continue to unfold beautifully. As the night brings stars to light the sky, nature can still be shy. The silent skyline waves goodnight as sunset turns into night. Just my eyes opening to see nature's sight is the beautiful gift of life.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
Emotions
Emotions rising. Emotions clashing. You got to quite the emotional storm. Even though you are feeling torn and youβre starting to feel scorn. But, you know you got to be reborn. The world π can be a thorn and you are starting to feel all worn. But you got to quite the storm β. Close your eyes and be hypnotized by the visualization from within your eyes. Escape the storm and be reborn from the joys of your heart and never be apart. As you be hypnotized from within your eyes, the storm β is gone. The sky is clear. The sun π is shining. The birds π¦ are chirping. Your feet are DANCING! ππΎ Your voice is rejoicing! π£ And you your hands are clapping! ππΎππΎ For you have quite your storm and have been reborn. Your strength has been restored and your freedom is your HEAVEN! Master your emotions for God has given you this token.
By Brown sugar5 years ago in Poets
Outside the Window
Outside the window, I stare into the deep darkness before me. The condensation coats the outside of the sturdy panes. A force of nature has just passed through. It has left the earth weeping and wailing. The tears from the sky fall gently onto the ground, wandering over branches and rooftops. It is quiet finally. Only the sound of the dripping precipitation remains.
By Ashlyn Leidy5 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Sea
Trinidad speaks to me with a strong roar followed by a soft whisper it calls me home. Waves rise up in the powerful ocean curling inward looking deep within itself. Displaying its beauty shining as clearly as glass for a few brief seconds before it crashes in and shatters with immense force. The water then softly fades away and leaves behind an untouched surface that gleams like a mirror on the shore. My feet are grounded in the damp coarse sand that welcomes me latching to my skin. Cool wisps of wind wrap around me and roughly kisses my face leaving behind lightly blushed cheeks and tiny scratches. Salty air fills my lungs and nourishes my soul reviving my spirit and charging my body with its immense energy. Gloomy grey clouds roll high above as seagulls swirl and sing their songs, swiftly swooping down to claim their prize of a sea creature meal.
By Amber Gant5 years ago in Poets