nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Senescent Oak Leaves
Senescent yellow oak leaves, my philocalist mindful self, mesmerized by the pigments. Note: My life is pretty content, because I find beauty in the ordinary of nature. I am a bit of a philocalist. I find captivating wonder in fallen oak leaves.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Fields of Fate and Whispers of Love
Amid the fields, my fate drew near Like water flowing, calm and clear To quench the thirst of crops in need And plant within my soul a seed Life called to me: “Awake, arise!” As night withdrew from dawning skies A bride of dreams appeared so bright To bless my heart with gentle light “How are you now?” she softly said While love’s own whisper filled my head I blushed and stammered, thoughts unsure No words could heal what I endured Yet chained by awe, my smile was free My face lit up with reverie She caught my joy and with a glance Returned my soul’s first trembling dance “No need to shy away from me Sing all the songs that set you free You are the poet, born to weave The tales that dreamers still believe” My heart then danced, my tongue found voice In hymns that made the winds rejoice “You are my love, my verse, my tide The myth where all my truths reside” What more could I, a poet, say? You filled my heart in every way So let us sing, let love reveal Its words through fields and songs that heal
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
