nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Ink in the Wind
In a small village nestled between the green folds of the Valleys of Vareen, there lived a poet named Elian. He was not a man of fame or fortune, nor was he particularly charming or bold. But his words had a way of slipping into hearts like rain into thirsty soil.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Poets
Worthy of the Stump
In line with the recent them the creative agents in my mind have been running with, we follow the life of a magic seed. Springing forth into life and a life worth living. The trials and tribulations it goes through only make it stronger, just as they have done for me.
By Tales from a Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
A Bloom in My Heart
A bloom has risen within my chest, It blossomed despite my silence and unrest. Like a promise whispered from afar, Perfuming time like a falling star. I was nothing but a fugitive of yearning, My sails pulled by winds ever turning. Yet you arrived, a hidden light, Undressing the dark, revealing the night. You flowed into my dream like rain, Quenching my thirst, easing the pain. I whispered, “Welcome, love once lost,” Returned without a reason, without a cost. Come back to where our hearts once stayed, To the soul that wept, the hope that swayed. I searched for you in every beat, You live in me — in silence, sweet. Come back; there’s no escape in flight, No cure in sips that bloom in blight. The flowers drank from tears once shed, In a time inked by what wasn’t said. And when my heart felt your faint glow, It danced again, let longing flow. It cried, “If only I had been The hand that caught you, not what’s been.” You came like magic, soft and wide, A blaze that rose with gentle stride. I'm the tired soul adrift and bare, Who lost your trail in empty air. I etched your name in every wall, And drew your ghost where ashes fall. Will you return to my fading flame? To save this world from sounding the same? I love you — has a poet said These words and not been left unread? I love you — read them in my eyes, Where silence sleeps, and longing lies. I'm sleepless, waiting for your breath, I even miss your silent wrath. Let me see you — even in dream, Where memory lives, and shadows gleam. Let me melt in a fleeting trace, As if your smile could time replace. My silence grows — my hands now sing, With sorrow's voice... without a string. Return, and maybe time will mend, And life will bloom where it did end.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
