nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Display of Nature’s fury
In the darkness of the nightWhen the world is wrapped in silence tightThe thunder strikes with all its mightA symphony of power and lightThe sky lights up with a brilliant flashAs thunder rumbles and crashes with a smashThe earth trembles beneath its roarA sound unlike anything heard beforeThe thunder dances across the skyA display of nature's fury and mightA sight to behold, a spectacle to seeAs the thunder dances with wild gleeSo next time you hear the thunder's callListen closely as it shakes the wallsFor in its rumble and roar you'll findA beauty and power like no other kindSo let the thunder's dance inspireAnd fill your heart with awe and desireFor in its mighty displayYou'll find a wonder that will never stray.
By Raj’s Vocal2 years ago in Poets
Dazzling Display
In the symphony of the sky, A crescendo of power and might, Thunder roars with an electrifying cry, A dazzling display of nature's light. The crackling bolts that streak the heavens, Illuminate the darkest of nights, With a booming voice that resonates, Through the vast expanse of starry heights. Each thunderclap a percussion beat, Rumbling through the clouds above, A heavenly orchestra that repeats, A melody of thunder's love. So listen closely to the thunder's song, As it dances across the sky, For in its power we belong, To a primal force we cannot deny. And when the storm begins to fade, And the thunder softly sighs, Know that nature's beauty never wanes, In the thunder's lullabies. So let the thunder's symphony, Inspire wonder in your soul, For in its echoes we are free, To find peace in its thunderous roll.
By Raj’s Vocal2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Cruel World, Why?
Oh, Cruel World, Why? Oh, cruel world, tell me why? A lie, a trick—just passing by. If one day you were my friend, Or if I stayed until the end, Would you still make me cry? I chase you, yet you never care, Carry your burdens everywhere. For years, I've struggled—none aware, Oh world, what’s your aim? I run so hard, yet fall behind, While you leave me lost, confined. Tell me, what’s your game? You whisper, "Dreams are waiting there, Golden hopes float in the air," But when I reach—just empty space. Oh, dreams, where is your way? Can I find you? Show the way. You just smile and fade away, While the world keeps me at bay. Oh world, you are a jungle wide, Where helpless souls just run and hide. They chase and stumble, pray and plead, But lies are all they ever see. So tell me, what should I believe? Your trials weigh upon us all, Yet still, you blame us when we fall. Oh world, what must we do? Should we chase our dreams in light? Or fight the shadows of the night? Should we strum a lonely tune, While fate plays cruelly out of sight? Oh world, hearts are breaking, Yet love still burns, still aching. Tell me, what must I do?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
