nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Smell of His Hands After Rain
It starts with the hands. Always the hands. Not the face—I tried to forget the face, and mostly succeeded. The eyes were the second thing to go, then the voice, then the particular way he laughed at his own jokes, waiting for you to join in. I let them dissolve in the ordinary way of things, the way sugar forgets it was once a cane, the way water forgets the cloud.
By Muhammad Sabeel3 months ago in Poets
And The Cat Said No
A made up freeish form poem (tell me if it is real) on the contrariness of your cat. Every Day🐱 Where’s My Milk? It’s Here In Your Favourite Bowl Warmed Just As You Like It Will You Drink It Now? And The Cat Said No🐱 I Want To Go Out But It’s Raining I Want to Go Out I’ve Opened The Door For You Do You Want To Go Out? And The Cat Said No🐱 I Want Some Food I’ve Opened Your Favourite Salmon and Tuna In Your Special Bowl Are You Going To Eat? And The Cat Said No🐱 I Want To Sleep I Put A Clean Blanket In Your Basket Warmed On The Radiator Lie Down Here And The Cat Said No🐱 Now Repeat
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Winds of Change
INTRODUCTION I wrote this poem after a long stretch of years that changed me in ways I never expected. COVID, kidney disease, surgery, almost dying, all of it reshaped my body, my voice, and the way I move through the world. I’m not the same woman I was before 2022, and I don’t pretend to be.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Piers to Infinity
I found this photo in my archives. This photo was taken 2014 in Fulton, Texas. Living there was a duality of inequality. The photo was taken with my Canon Rebel. Politics is very dark in Texas. I only found light at the ocean with the birds and photography. As an empath this was my favorite spot to meditate, breathe, and sigh about how beautiful this scenario was that day I took the photo. I am away from their politics but the ugliness of oil pollution on the beaches on Corpus Christie was devastating. Why do people value the dollar more than beauty? I remember the day I shot this photo. Peace, love, and understanding are important but today's environment is nasty towards truth and beauty. I choose the light. This Cali girl will not leave California.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
