#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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[nomadicvisits]

Finding Beauty in the Smallest Moments: A Baby's Poolside Reverie

As the baby played in the pool, gazing up at the sky, he reminded us that beauty can be found in the smallest moments.

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[modish-musings]

Flower!

A flower blooms with grace and might, Its beauty a wondrous sight. Soft petals in shades of hue, So delicate, yet strong and true.

The gentle breeze whispers through, Dancing with the petals anew. A fragrant scent, so sweet and pure, A gift of nature, for all to adore.

Through summer's heat and winter's cold, Its beauty never does grow old. A symbol of hope and love, A reminder of blessings from above.

[rosagraefe]

ein mädchen weint an

den externsteinen. enten

queren das wasser.

a girl is crying at

the externsteine. ducks

cross the water.

[cosmicspiritauntie]

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[doggiedayoutnc]

Ode to Red Dirt

Oh, red dirt, bane and beauty intertwined, Staining boots, pawprints, and the mind. Your crimson hue, so bold, so stark, A mark of land untamed, rugged, and dark.

You cling to soles, unwelcome guest, Invading clean floors, leaving no rest. Each grain, a rebel, a wanderer's trace, A messy dance, a trail we can't erase.

Yet in your stubborn, gritty embrace, Lies the spirit of earth, raw and unchased. You tell the stories of roots and rain, Of toil, of growth, of labor's gain.

Oh, red dirt, how you frustrate and charm, A badge of hard work, a farmer's arm. Though scrubbing you clean may test our resolve, Your essence speaks of mysteries to solve.

So, here’s to your mess, your fiery stain, A symbol of life, of grit, and gain. For every step you’ve boldly adorned, We salute you, red dirt, land’s own adorn.

[inkandsoulpoetry]

What I wish I knew

By Jazmyn Edmonds

Meet me at the river's bed, when the sun begins to set, and I will wait for you.

The crickets chirp, the narrow gate creaks and the wind comforts me with a gentle chill, while I make space for you.

I couldn't hear you when you cried out to me. The same song in the same wretched tune.

But here and now all alone, when the world finally rests

Under the stars and in the presence of the moon, where my essence won't let me hide

Now, my soul, screams out for you.

Your healing love, gone.

Like winter's sting and I, now six feet under.

With a pulse that only knows bliss when I'm with you...

In our meeting place,

At the river's bed,

While the crickets chirped,

the narrow gate creaked,

and the wind blew,

I saw you, for the first time.

Now, six feet under.

[dreamsofrachel]

Oceans

There once was an ocean, vast and deep, Its call stirred my soul, woke me from sleep. Each morning, its waves set my heart on fire, Each evening, its sands erased my fears entire.

No tears linger here, only whispers of peace, Moments of joy, where all troubles cease. I wander still, where the sky meets the sea, Chasing the horizon, where I long to be.

With hope in my heart and dreams to embrace, I seek a world filled with light and grace.