An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Beneath the quiet sky, where stars hum soft lullabies, the world holds its breath— waiting for dawn’s gentle sigh. In the hush of night,
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Leaves fall softly, whispering secrets to the earth— a language written in amber and gold, in rustling songs beneath the wind.
~~🦉🐦🐦⬛🪶 ~"I would like to paint the way the world sings." -- Claude Monet 🦅🕊️~~__________ A foliage gleaner subdued mellow warbling
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
A Meditation on Inner Peace The world rushes by in frantic pace, Leaving behind an empty space. I ponder, God, why souls find rest
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
The earth lies parched beneath the sun, A silent plea for what is gone. I seek of God, what makes us blind To simple acts of being kind?
The shadows lengthen, darkness falls, Echoing through fragmented walls. I pray to God, what breaks the span That links one human heart to man?
The city sleeps beneath the haze, Lost in a labyrinthine maze. I pray to God, what makes us stray, From paths where love lights up the way?
The wind sighs low through broken panes, A melody of lingering pains. I ask you, God, what fuels the fight, And keeps the world in endless night?
I hear the whispers of the breeze, A gentle rhythm, meant to please. I wonder, God, when strife will fade, And harmony will be remade.
I feel the stillness of the air, A silent whisper, soft and rare. I question, God, what holds us back, From pathways leading to the track
The air is thick with unsaid words, A symphony of restless herds. I wonder, God, why peace delays, Through shadowed nights and sunlit days.
I search the skies for a guiding light, A whisper of hope in the endless night. Why do shadows cling to every soul? When unity's touch could make us whole.
