nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Just a Drop
Every morning, every second is a decisive moment. The sour taste of every lesson is a destructive torment. I keep a straight face, but insane mind,
André dos SantosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLift The Veil
Out in the fields where wildflowers paint the ground in a yellow hue, that is where the fairies dance. While deep in the forest, with air filled with morning dew as a cauldron brews
Jennay HaydenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLanguage is Life
waves weaving fruits feeding blood bleeding trees breathing skies snowing winds blowing grains growing streams flowing
DarDar LeoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOde to a Chickadee
What Haunts me the most, are the Random, little deaths, My mind refuses to comprehend Genocide, for even one short breath,
christopherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Once Flew Somewhere
I once flew somewhere Somewhere nice up in the sky Just that once I got there It was not nice indeed the sky For it was not the sky I was in
Jorge AfonsecaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Path
Close your eyes. They are blind compared to the desires you had. I see people in disguise, sharing hate they gave breath
André dos SantosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpring Is Coming...
Misread intentions Perfected deceptions Whispered words, broken promises Broken transactions, secrets of gloom How many times, did I see you wear this costume.
Neura LogicalPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTidal Waves
Ignore the man surfing Should be a woman fully nude Everyone sure will be gocking There isn't mistake in the waves we create
Hidden Place
Leaves turn to flame as summer is forgotten. Autumn spreads its power through the veins of trees. He wanders as a ghost, pushed along in a breeze.
Matas ZenkeviciusPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDown By the River
Never before had I experienced Such perspicuity Until I saw the water. It flowed, So leisurely, So casually, So effortlessly.
LJ ChaplinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Warning
The world is at stake, my friends, That is an inescapable fact. Its not long before everything ends And I can't say that with more tact.
The Journey
Through the never-ending woods of trees of the blackest leaves stands a stone pile, never understood, many people tried but nobody could,
André dos SantosPublished 7 years ago in Poets