#naturepoetry

[steven-sandner]

In silent woods, the birch trees stand, Snow whispers soft beneath their hand, Misty dawn breathes across the land.

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[greenivydusk]

In love with nature

Though my heart is scattered now,

I still have a home to run

when I tremble under the pressure

the world places on my shoulder.

You, Nature, my pure forever changing,

you are my comforter, my soul yearns

your arms around me, in every breeze,

or ug of a tree branch, caressing leaves.

My loneliness fades away, your smile

makes everythig ten times better.

I adore your colorful diverse attires

and that with you I am never left behind.

[zeithforge]

Whispers of the Horizon

Beneath the sun’s eternal glow, Where mountains rise and breezes flow, The birds take wing, their songs released, A hymn that soars above the seas.

The ocean hums in vast embrace, Reflecting skies with endless grace. The mountains stand, their peaks held high, Guardians beneath the painted sky.

And through it all, the sun still reigns, Its golden touch on hills and plains. While birds proclaim the day’s decree, A harmony of sun, mountains, and sea.

So, I thought I’d try writing another poem again. Nothing special. I just needed a little break from my novel that has been taking up all my time the past days.

[dreamycircuit]

Whispers of Stars in the Meadow

By LazyMoon

I am standing alone in the meadow, Gazing at the starry sky, Where the stars twinkle, soft and low, And the moon whispers a gentle sigh.

The green expanse with flowers bright, Dances with the wind, so free, Yet in my heart, there’s no delight, A storm inside, unknown to see.

Life is hard, like a tidal wave, Crashing down, pulling me deep, I try to rise, but I feel the grave, Lost in thoughts, no peace to keep.

O dear star, O dear moon, Guide me through this endless night, Lead me to a life in bloom, Where warmth and joy are shining bright.

As the days pass, I wonder still, Am I a shadow, fading fast? But no, I will not bend to ill, For I am here, and I will last.

No, I do exist, with strength untold, A journey not yet written whole.

[fred34543]

I Thought Sunsets Were Different

Different, That sunrises and sunsets were sat on different Pages of the same dictionary, So that the two ideas could never Intertwine, Share definitions for different Places in time.

I used to think sunsets were Different.

I used to think they never Happened, That their placement in the day Defined their placement in time. That just because they hadn't happened Yet, Doesn’t mean they won’t.

I used to think that in that split Second, When the light grips your hand, And your head rests Between the silhouettes Of clouds, That in that moment, When you’re sat, Part of a Sunset, Just You. Alone, That you could tell the difference Between sunset Sunrise?

[lilithreb0rn]

Morning bird,

Fragments of the velvet night,

Gentleness of the seasons,

A voyage into the ocean,

Submerged in all that is sublime;

The salt stings.

Morning bird,

Sing for us,

Call to the tenderness of the world,

Read us your tender sonnet.

So the skylarks will sing,

And the doves will fly.

Feathers of sunlight,

Framed by the wind,

Grant me pilgrimage

And Godspeed,

Into the vastness of your mind

Let the travellers discover

The poet's home in your heart,

Volumes worthy to be read.

Morning bird,

Fly.

At all hours,

Split the heaviness that consumes,

Startle the sad salt air with the whir of your wings,

Allow the warmth inside you to spread.

Morning bird,

Sit upon a ledge.

Dig your claws into the soul of an aged branch,

Look out to the world.

Feel the sunlight pool in your heart.

[womandust]

Hatching, a poem

My world was the dark of night, 

Warm and cozy, safe from the cold.

My feathers were free from the touch of time,

But an eggshell isn’t the biggest home.

 My mother’s beak rolled me beneath

The twigs and sticks that fused me

To the magnificent softness of her body. 

After a while, I craved the joy

Of the birds who sang as they soared

Past the nest; their wings hummed

A light, breezy melody of spring.

My body curled into the moist heat,

Began to burn like hell. 

I slammed my beak against the shell—

My world was a vein of light. 

[s0ftplacetoland]

A single step, and the ground hums, old as memory, new as the first breath. Hands raised to the splayed sky, fingers pulling at threads unseen, tracing the pulse of stars.

The whispering stone, the beating heart, a rhythm bound by time— a knowing passes from leaf to tongue to skin, where silence holds all answers...

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[inkandsoulpoetry]

Soul of the Earth

By Jazmyn Edmonds

She sits in the center of an open field, Her tears rooted in the soil, Surrendering to the chaos is all she's ever known, yet her spirit remains still. The earth knows her tears, and she carefully listens, seeking meaning on the hill.

Her heart, so pure, yet her perception of her divinity so small. She searches for home in shattered glass, making sense of it all.

She loves, She laughs, She dreams.

Searching for meaning beyond her sorrows, Under scattered stars and weeping trees, She waits for whispers of what her heart burns to see.

Through rain, sun, and freshly fallen snow, At the witching hour, enchanted by a moonlit glow, She swims beneath ocean depths where her soul is free to cry, Crafted from the soul of the earth, She is love personified.

[remember-to-dream]

Home, Either Way

Emerald fields make my heart yield. The sunkissed plains, flutter with the wind's gentle stir.

High above, among the clouds, or below, with the restless seas, my heart flutters at ease.

Home, either way, I'm at peace.

Humid air or sunburnt skies, sweat-soaked days or frozen nights, 261 feet or 5280, Home, either way, I'm at peace.

[words-walking]

Oh Nature, thy art is majestic !

But I looked at it when I have reached the verge of my thoughts.

[sunnyanddumb98]

Ambition

Running shoes, thin layers of clothes, mittens, headscarf, socks, seagulls, the moon setting on the shore.

Virtual, abstract, clear, firm warm wood floors, sun-dried linen, a full fridge, chamomile and oatmeal.

They close my tabs, get me through the motions: folding clothes, client service smile, sunrise journal, and class.

Open books, then close them up, sitting in front of a blank page. I stare; I cannot lie or get around. Another yearning aches, another yearning makes, leaking from my eyes, my mouth, my ears, from my bleeding fingertips.

Every word I hear, a song, a whisper, a scream of what it could be. What once hurt now types for me.

What once paradox, orthopraxy toast, ink wasted none, make every word count. Ink running out, clock ticking nonstop.

Just one more word, and someone finally hears, finally sees, what I so dearly hold, what I have long known.

[zeithforge]

Whispers of winter

The world is hushed in silver sleep, Beneath the sky so cold and deep. The trees stand bare, their branches white, Wrapped in frost and frozen light.

A breath of wind, so soft, so slow, Dances through the drifting snow. Each flake, a ghost of seasons past, Falls to earth, but never lasts.

The river stills, its voice subdued, A mirror glazed in solitude. And footsteps fade where none will tread, Upon the path where autumn bled.

Yet in this hush, a promise gleams, A spark within the icy streams. For winter whispers, not in vain— Beyond the cold, spring stirs again.

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I felt a little inspired by the winter chill, so I wrote a poem about it. ❄️

[musings-of-the-bard]

EYES (Poems with Friends!)

Blue eyes reflect the sun on sea

A summer colour for you and me

Hazel eyes the emerald, of dappled shade

The cooler light of autumn betrayed

Brown eyes the darkness of winter wood

But also the honeyed tones of warmth and good

Then come the sweet green eyes of spring

Of dancing grasses and fairy rings

- by #musings-of-the-bard

[mumbled-tea]

Take a glance at

Day night up downs are required in life, but can you also lift your head up sometimes? Take time out of your work you workaholic, and give it to mother nature time to time.

Just get up early one day and watch the sunrise, the birds will sing a good morning song for you. Stand in your terrace instead of staying in bed, you'll know what cuddles by the nature feels like.

A flock riding the blue and white sky, in different patterns that always amaze children. If you see a healthy plant with blooming flowers, the plant is greeting you a good day ahead.

Have you ever seen a swaying tree and rumbling leaves in a windy evening? As if floating in air, dancing every beat off, in contrast with the enchanting sound of wind.

See it with the view of a nature photographer, and feel the surroundings like a writer. Nature is the therapist you're looking for, it always have a cure to your stressful routine.