nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Cold Night Encounter
Spotted from afar, eyes lock in as if it's near, seeing what it wants, the surroundings become dim, clouds cover the moon,
James GreenPublished about a month ago in PoetsISTJ "The Logistician Inspector"
With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen, The ISTJ doth tread a measured pace, A soul of duty, ever to be seen In constant toil, a smile upon their face.
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsISTJ "The Dutiful Idealist"
With stoic heart and mind of keenest sight, The ISTJ, a pillar strong and true, By duty's call they ever hold their light,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsMy life
My life is like the sand on the sea shore In which there is a lot of water of our own people. Still my life is as dry as sand If I can gather the waves of my sorrows like the shores of the sea Yet my life is in turmoil like waves I want to break the shackles of these shores so that as far away as the sea spread my life My life..
Nothing will happen by believing in Ram.
Nothing will happen just by believing in Ram We will have to imbibe the qualities of Ram. The demon in the form of Ravana in a body full of bad qualities To Sita as a pure soul By becoming a virtuous body like Ram fight with the body of Ravana Sita must be freed. Nothing will happen just by believing in Ram We will have to imbibe the qualities of Ram.
- Top Story - March 2024
One Moment, For Today
Stop for one minute. Listen to a bird singing its song, Watch the sunrise, Telling you the day has just begun. Cherish a hug from your children before
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in Poets Soil
Even today there is your fragrance like soil in my life. Whenever I get wet, the fragrance of your memories comes to me. And whenever I collect this wet soil of memories
Childhood
Childhood used to be something else. People say that I was a little worthless in my childhood. I want to live that worthlessness again
We Walk Together
We walked down to the beach, my soul sister and I, and went our separate ways. I walked towards the water. Once I reached the shore, I realized just how low the tide was. I was so excited. The lower the tide, the better the shells! But as I walked, I forgot to look for shells. I just couldn’t stop looking at the sky. The sun was such a bright orange-red. I could almost see the flames dancing in the sky. And the colors…I had never seen such gorgeous or vibrant pastel colors.
Priestess GanesaPublished about a month ago in PoetsFrothy Freedom
Frothy waves hit stones, seagulls watching people eat, fish leap in freedom.
James GreenPublished about a month ago in PoetsNo Timeline For True Beauty
The view of you sealed the deal — the reason we took the house. Eddie always wanted a citrus tree. Through the window, the oranges popped from your green leaves like glowing Christmas orbs.
Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!Published about a month ago in PoetsArt drys your throat
Man has got time Extra for art The poetic rhyme Now let us start It started in the cave Art drys your throat They paint by spitting leaves, Engrave