nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The sweetness of days with you
A gentle voice, a whisper at dawn's rise, A pleasant longing, a remembered guise, A warm voice bearing a name so kind, A dear girl, with lips that soothe my mind.
Cosmin AndreiPublished about a month ago in PoetsCelebrating Spring with Beach Rose
Bursting with sunlight Beach rose unfolds to delight Spring's here, what a sight!
Morning on The Levee
As I walk the levee, The sun rises, The day has surprises, The river is large and wide, I see clearly with open eyes, Boats pass by,
April Denise StuartPublished about a month ago in PoetsBlooming Petals
A lone tree in bloom, feathery petals falling, a bed of petals.
James GreenPublished about a month ago in PoetsGentle Moonlight's
Gentle moonlight's touch, Sifts through timeworn, stoic trees, Nature's soul laid bare.
Printique StudiosPublished about a month ago in PoetsA reminder for the rest of the year
I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe last object
I stand, a lone sentinel, in dust and whispering weeds, A tarnished teacup, chipped and worn, where laughter used to breed.
Spring
S - Snow melts, revealing green grass and colorful flowers P - Planting seeds for the vegetable and flower gardens R - Rainbows across the sky after thunderstorms
Mother CombsPublished about a month ago in PoetsISTJ "The Proud Defender"
With stalwart heart and mind of keenest edge, The Logistician a pillar strong and sure, Doth tread a path of duty, virtue's hedge,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsISTJ "The Idealistic Reformer"
With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen, The Logistician, a soul of duty bound, Through measured steps and purpose ever seen,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Climbing Orchid
For Poppy's Challenge #3: With life and love held in that ring of scent and stem... What do we extract? Meaning...Love!
Kendall DefoePublished about a month ago in Poets