#naturepoem

[for-flowers-sake]

The wind howls like

 a living thing,

 a greiveing thing, 

a wounded thing,

 a thing like me. 

[point-of-poets]

Haiku: Changing To Spring

Flowers bloom in new light. Slowly, slowly Sun gets warmer; Cold disappears. Thus season changes to spring.

[mysticalunknownflower]

A grey world

A mild cold wave swept over Dhaka on January 3rd. The temperature fell to 11 degrees C. We couldn’t see the sun for a week. Apparently, this is the coldest it has ever been here…yet another sign of climate change or global warming. The picture was taken at 7.00 a.m. on the 8th of January from my balcony. A grey world From my window, I see a smoke screen That's keeping the rays of the sun at…

[sardinesociety]

[cosmicspiritauntie]

For this new moon in Pisces, a reminder that my NEW TRANSLATION of the Orphic Hymn to the Moon (with audio files and part 1 of my commentary) is available to paid subscribers to my substack. Perfect for new moon rituals or just to indulge in poetry that captures the beauty and wonder of our living cosmos. The commentary details the esoteric material found in the Ancient Greek that’s inaccessible in other translations. There’s profound and surprising truths hidden in this hymn that is gorgeous poetry in its own right! You know where to find the lynx #newmoon #newmooninpisces #moon #luna #lunar #lunarpoetry #moonpoems #lunarmagic #moonmagic #orphic #orphichymns #orphica #orphism #orpheus #naturepoetry #naturepoems #naturalworld #esoteric #esoterica #esotericpoetry #poetry #ancientpoetry #crescentmoon #ancientgreek #translations #ancientgreekpoetry (at Qatar) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co2ZxSEOkbV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[patriciajoanjonespoetry]

. . . . . . . . . Author's site: poetrypoem.com/patriciajj #poetry #poems #quotes #poetryquotes #nature #naturepoems #inspirationalpoems #poetsofinstagram #inspirational #strength #inspiration #peace https://www.instagram.com/p/CrFDy7iMS_X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[frombehindthepen]

Get Ready for "In the Shadow of Rainbows," the Debut Collection of Poetry from Selma Martin 🌈

Get Ready for "In the Shadow of Rainbows," the Debut Collection of Poetry from Selma Martin 🌈 #PoetryCommunity #NaturePoems

Photo Image from Selma Martin It comes as no surprise how so many are already shouting well-deserved kudos to Selma Martin, author of the soon-to-be-released debut collection of poetry, “In the Shadow of Rainbows”. There is something so spiritual and magical about rainbows. I don’t know if there was ever a time when I saw a rainbow after a storm and the mesmerizing arch of colors didn’t make me…

[finishinglinepress]

NEW FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS: Ode To Not Knowing by Maria Tori

ADVANCE ORDER: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/ode-to-not-knowing-by-maria-tori/

Maria Tori is a Japanese-American poet, painter, and bird lover. This will be her first published book of poems. She resides in Louisville, Kentucky where she lives with her beloved dog, Georgia, who reminds her to be authentic, curious, and assertive every day. She has been published in Ariel, The Louisville Review, and Poetry East.

PRAISE FOR Ode To Not Knowing by Maria Tori

“Maria Tori is a naturalist, and a poet of the first order. Her poems brim with the sounds and sights of nature, the humming of bees, the sweet song of birds, and ruffling of seagrass in the wind. Her poems shine a lovely light on the world. They make my life better.”

–Frederick Smock, 2017-18 Kentucky Poet Laureate

Please share/repost #flpauthor #preorder #AwesomeCoverArt #read #poems #literature #poetry #nature #naturepoems #naturalist

[wetsaliva]

the hydropath

i can make the rain descend water fairy, aqua witch towards the west i smile, hands above my crown and a humid sky consecrates me i am hydropathic

[sophieakatz]

There’s a lot to like about Florida, but I do miss redbud trees. #writersofinstagram @daily_prompt #poetry #poetrycommunity #nature #trees #flowers #redbuds #redbudtree #poem #poems #poetryisnotdead #writersofinsta #writerscommunity #writerslife #midwest #naturepoem #pink #pinkflowers #spring #seasons #leaves #seasonspoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CaVqwnSMVaG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[signednse]

Look, here's my problem in the form of poetry:

I like the Winter snow & getting to wear sweaters wherever I go

But I love the Springs rainy weathers and the whisper that it gets better

Then Summer swoops into my heart & with sunshine and beach days, how could one depart?

But just as soon as I think I'm content, the craving for coffee and renewal began.

~Signed, NSE

[mysticalunknownflower]

Book Review: Blushing Candles by Roopam Chadha

[intheskywithopal]

greatest power

imagination

believing the impossible dream

#tree

[bgpportfolio]

Taxonomy

By Brett G. Palmer

Seagulls gather in crowds to comb the shoreline, send small crabs scuttling past the tide as emerald water churns rhythmically to a slow, saltwater heartbeat, covering the coast in a repetitious static-crash.

Beach worms burrow narrow tunnels in the sand that bubble over as water washes over their entrances, lapped by foam, a sea nettle floats ashore — wispy arms coiling down the sand like wires.

Discarded mussel shells dot the embankment — stone crabs peek beneath a swarm of minnows, algae blooms on a durable carapace of brown and red chitin as if it were a sea-rock.

Lone, bottlenose dolphin crescendos in-and-out of its water world, taking breaths of air through a blowhole. The seven, sinistral whorls of a lightning whelk forms a rigid spiral on

rock rubble overgrown with seaweed — whose colony stretches the shelf and deeper water. King mackerel stalks extensive reefs outside the Gulf Stream as it sends schools of fish and sperm whales west to

the Sigsbee Abyssal Plain, where a pod’s sonorous echo signals a swift dive past a forest of octocoral arms, furled with snake stars, among the unrecognizable ruins of a former metropolis:

Distant sound of a buried, broken flute. Absent aroma of flowers in a sponge-garden. Lost relics of creatures that lived on land.

[lisakamolnick]

This poem is a sedoka (composed of two katauta)--traditionally a love poem. I suppose this is a love poem, of sorts ... because love is needed for those experiencing infertility. During a hike through the Roan Mountain Rhododendron Gardens, this tree reminded me of my own infertility journey, which for various reasons, produced neither bio nor adopted children. For those who are experiencing infertility ... my heart is with you. Keep hope. And know that whatever happens, you will survive it.