nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Poetic Acts of Rebellion
They told her not to write. Not in the margins of her notebooks, not on napkins, not under her breath in the classroom, not with eyeliner on bathroom mirrors. “There are better things to do with your time,” her uncle once said, folding her poem into quarters like it was trash. “Girls like you don’t need to dream like that.”
By Abuzar khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Hands of Time
Time is a river that never looks back, A whisper of stars on a sky-turning track. It slips through fingers, silent and thin, A thief in the night, yet a place to begin. It heals all wounds—but leaves a scar, A mark that shows us who we are. We chase the future, mourn the past, While now, the present, fades too fast. A baby laughs—then learns to cry, A mother smiles and waves goodbye. The clocks may tick, the years may fly, But truth remains: we live, we die. Yet in between those first and last, Are quiet moments flying fast— A walk, a hug, a secret glance, A song, a kiss, a second chance. So let the hours freely roam, But build your memories close to home. For time won't wait, nor ask, nor pause— It simply moves without a cause. Make every second bold and bright, A spark within the endless night. For time is fleeting—but sublime, A story shaped by hands of time. ---
By The Pen of Farooq about a year ago in Poets
