nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Beyond Words: The Transformative Power of Poetry
Introduction: In the divine dance of syllables, where emotions are weaved through words, we find the transformative essence of poetry. The art form delves beyond linguistic boundaries, reaching into the corners of the human soul, striking chords, resonating emotions, and molding perceptions. Poetry, a timeless echo of humanity’s intricate tapestry, serves as a vessel to explore, understand, and embrace the myriad shades of human experiences, imaginations, and emotions. This article ventures into the multifaceted impacts of poetry, unraveling its profound effects on personal realms and the overarching fabric of societies.
Burhan KaracesmePublished a day ago in Poets
Seven Haikus
Autumn Early October the echoing chill ponders why the leaves wither Tornado This season two great
Hank MoodyPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Shine
A momentarily filtered fiery-bright flickering of the mellow and magnificently gorgeous magical gilt of such gilded red-tinged
Hank MoodyPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Thunder
A piercing prowl appears from turbulence as shocking violent thunder marches across the darkening ominousness of the estival
Hank MoodyPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Rain
Besotted by celestials. The heaviness of their thunderous vocals infinitely knocking, as they elicit a ghastly cloud at the gate of their
Hank MoodyPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWeekly Work Pace
Rise at dawn rinse the dirt race in car off to work Stay all day toiling hard wish I could
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 days ago in PoetsGreen Blades
I was alive once a seed in the darkness of the dirt hidden away from daylight A blade of grass seems such an insignificant creation
Misty RumsleyPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Fledgling’s
Tenderly we push Mother eagle, nature’s love Time to leave the nest
Earl W. PearlPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Love or Stockholm Syndrome
Was it love or Stockholm Syndrome You always kept me home I never realized it ‘til now How bad you were for me I thought I loved you
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in Poets
The WhiteBridge Thunderbird
Marveling the feathery schisms of the sapphire wings as they’re raising from this familiars back, calling the erratic
Hank MoodyPublished 2 days ago in PoetsStOrm
I’m up and I’m scrambling. I’m up and trying to make sense of this. This ocean of dizziness. Nothing makes sense yet. Am I up? What am I up from? What am I up t-
Tarik MurrellPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIdyllic Symphony
Is the World Incoherent? As the light kisses the face of nature, I arise at dawn with the taste of peace. The sounds of her soring children guide me to the horizon.
Alphonso GowahPublished 2 days ago in Poets
