nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
"Whispers of a Wild Heart"
In the hush of the moonlit sky, Dreams take flight, they never die. Echoes dance in silent streams, Chasing light, chasing dreams. A rebel soul, untamed, so free, Roaring loud like a restless sea. Stars may fall, but I will rise, Fire burning in my eyes. Let the world watch, let them see, Greatness lives inside of me.
By SINDHI AHMED2 years ago in Poets
The Power of the Pen
The Power of the Pen A simple stick of ink and grace, A quiet tool, a slender face. Yet in its tip, a world resides, A storm of thoughts the mind provides. The pen, a sword without a blade, Where battles of the heart are laid. It carves no scars upon the skin, But shapes the soul, both deep and thin. With every stroke, a dream takes flight, A silent voice that shuns the night. It dances words across a page, A poet's tear, a scholar's rage. It signs the peace, it marks the war, It opens minds, unlocks the door. A whisper soft, a thunder loud, It leads the lost, it shapes the crowd. A pen can sketch a love untold, Or write of empires brave and bold. It drafts the future, seals the past, And captures moments meant to last. In hands of those who dare to dream, It paints the sun, ignites the gleam. A teacher's tool, a leader's guide, A humble friend, forever tied. Through ink, the silent speak their pain, And hopes are scribbled in the rain. It crafts the letters that forgive, And pens the songs that let us live. So though it seems a fragile thing, It holds the weight of everything. For in its lines, both loss and gain, The pen — a voice, a sword, a chain. A timeless power, bold and bright, That shapes the day and rules the night.
By Budhirai Tripura2 years ago in Poets
Everest: The Crown Of The Sky
Upon the earth where giants sleep, A mountain stands, so proud, so steep. Through clouds it climbs, a frozen throne, A peak where winds forever moan. A titan draped in icy grace, A challenge few dare to embrace. Its whispers call the bold and free, To test their fate, their destiny. Each step is carved in frost and stone, Through storms that chill the bone to bone. Yet from its heights, the world below, Unveils a dream in endless glow. But Everest, both fierce and wise, Holds tales of triumph, loss, and cries. A monument to those who roam, And those who never made it home. Oh, mighty peak, so vast, so high, You touch the heart, you kiss the sky. A crown of earth, both fierce and grand, A testament to nature’s hand.
By Yash Yadav2 years ago in Poets
