#naturepoem

[for-flowers-sake]

The wind howls like

 a living thing,

 a greiveing thing, 

a wounded thing,

 a thing like me. 

[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=

[mysticalunknownflower]

Book Review: Blushing Candles by Roopam Chadha

[conjcosby]

Stardate: 2025.2.18 ▪️ "Her Splendour's Might"

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Days before we reckon, there was she

A wonder beyond fathoming

A joy farther than the heart can feel

And a beauty transcendent and pure.

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Regal in the manner of how is she

Light may glisten in her waters

Air may be her breath for all

This was her permission of life.

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Tall or small, many bodies have she

Forms to grant a pleasure for the eyes

A vessel to bless a sight for thought

Her chariot to gift a soul for taste.

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Timelessness, every moment taketh she

Every creation, born from her womb

They walk, they crawl, they fly in many

A nature of the mother we must love truly.

#Nature #Poem #NaturePoem #PoemOfTheDay #POTD

[honeydontsuckle]

Gaia’s filter 🍂

#poetsoftumblr #readmorepoetry #poemsoftheday #spilledthoughts #femalewriters #femalepoets #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetscorner #writing #healing #poems #makebadart #art #honeydontsuckle #creativewriting #spilledink #gaia #gaiasfilter #honeydontsuckle #growth #personalgrowth #selflove #forgiveness #forgiveyourself #inspirational #timeheals #naturequotes #naturepoem

[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…

[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

[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.

[rosemarydanielis]

II YouTube II Instagram II Print Shop II

Monarchs know they are welcome here for I have let the milkweed grow. I do not wish to live in a world without monarch butterflies in a world without the magic of a caterpillar who slips into a chrysalis closet who slips out in a tiger gown. The world I wish to live in is filled with monarchs so I have let the milkweed grow. ~ Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

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[girlwiththealligatortattoo]

Ode to a swamp

A song that sings within me

Walking along the shoreline

Or paddling gingerly through the waters

The boughs of Your cypress

Dressed in Spanish moss

Wrap me in protection

Offering contrast for my eyes

Prickled with attentive searching for brother and sister lifeforms

There!

The alligator

Architect of habitat for all

There!

The heron

Keeper of the balances

There!

The anhinga

Pointing my way

There!

The dance of the sandhill cranes

There!

Lord Shiva appears as a turtle in a yogic balance upon a rock

Here my soul is peacefully on fire

Here is my renewal

My sustenance

My resting place

Ode to a swamp

A song that sings within me

[letsdoitwriteagain]

Lets Spend the Day

Lets Spend the day together, and just walk hand in hand

Let’s spend the day together, for some that seems so bland

Let’s not spend a penny, and appreciate the sun

Let’s wake up super early, when the light has just begun

Let’s walk amongst the flowers, and smell them as we please

Let’s walk along the river, and hug all of the trees

Let’s sing a song together, and sing with all the birds

Let’s think up tunes together, and come up with wonderous words

Let’s Spend the day together, and just walk hand in hand

Let’s spend the day together, and appreciate our land

-R .L. Mackinnon

[archive-pineconesarecrunchy]

A seaside small town imagine  🌊 ✨

(Haven’t written in a while!)

The sound of the waves crashing to the sea nestle their way into your ears. As you slowly wake up feeling groggy as usual, the sun seeps through your eyelids. The light is faint but you still embrace it. Its warmth fills you and expands all over body, slowly. Like the sounds of the waves crashing against the hard rocks, the sun’s warmth fills you with a daily reminder that you are alive.

You are in the moment.

You are in your little cottage by the sea.

As you slowly move out of the bed, you stretch towards your large windows. Even covered with their off-white cotton curtains, the sun makes it look as if the curtains are a pale yellow. You reach out to the curtains, soft to the touch. They feel as soft as cotton balls and a fluffy fuzzy dog. As you touch the curtains to pull them aside, you smell breakfast being made and the noise of pots and pans clanging against the gas stove. Your significant other never makes breakfast, maybe it will be a surprise. As you exit the bedroom, walking down the corridor you notice something new about the paintings and photos aligned on the wooden walls. 

One is a photo of you and your significant other. It was taken by you the first day you moved in here together. They’re standing on the rock, body facing the sun, but their head tilting back towards you. The lighting in the photo is amazing. You can clearly recall that specific moment. It was dusk after you had finished unloading the boxes and items from the moving truck. Forgetting how long it takes to unpack, by the time you had finished, it was already dusk. Wanting to take a break, both of you decided to go to the seaside, a 3 minute walk away from home, and open some cans of your favorite cola.

Sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, admiring the sun slowly lowering, you felt so glad to be in this moment. Being with the one you love. It feel absolutely unbelievable to achieve this and be in the moment with them. Your partner jumps off the edge of the board walk and lands on the sandy ground two feet below. You’re too tired to ask what they’re doing and you’re too lazy to even bother asking. They remove their shoes while walking to where the water climbs up the coarse sand. They stand on a nearby rock facing the water looking absolutely stunning. 

As the auburn sun seeps through their silhouette, making their figure look its best, you  realize how beautiful they are right now. They open their arms out wide as if accepting a wide hug from an imaginary giant. Letting the sun say its last goodbyes for the day by giving its warmth to them. Your significant out is embracing the sun and accepts its warmth. As you pull out your phone to capture this moment, they turn around slowly. Their face looking the most beautiful as ever. Their beautiful lips slightly parted, exposing a little bit of their front teeth. As their mouth seems to form a small wayward smile or a small frown. Their face expressing such a subtle raw emotion as if the expression is saying, “I’m tired of the day, but I know the future will be bright with you.” 

As you step away from the painting, you’re hopeful for the new day ahead. Your partner catches you starring at the photo and comes to your side. They smell like breakfast and mention that that day was one of the best in their lives. Looping their arm with yours, they lean over and give you a small peck on the lips. A putrid musty smell comes from the kitchen and you both run out to see that your to-be breakfast is burnt. You both deal with it and laugh about it in the end and settle on going to a diner instead.

Life’s full of hiccups, but you embrace each other and fill each other with warmth.

Like the sun expanding and offering you its warmth.

(photo taken by me in the beautiful Hampton Bays of New York state)