nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Vines within My Veins
As I walked through the portal and into the meadow, everything was so clear. Wildflowers and grasses grew tall all around and the tree line encircled the field with its dark green foliage. I stood in the clearing, right in the middle of it all, with my gifts in a basket and my heart open to receiving. That is when they came. The beings of the North, East, South, and West, the elements, the animals, the plants, and my guides all walked into the clearing and gathered in a circle around me. They came to welcome me with love as we gathered for the ceremony.
By Lilia Gestson4 years ago in Poets
ruins don't mean it's ruined
"My guts are like ruins, you can't do anything with a field of ruins so there's no point in spitting on the rust while screaming. You have to let time do its job, the earth does not renew itself in a day, you have to be patient, even if it does not come without pain. We must let the grass grow back slowly and creep between the bones until it covers them, let the birds that had fled the din of arms return; you have to plant trees and water them, wait for them to grow too, for their roots to break up the carcasses and carry them deep into the ground. Patience, patience and kindness."
By Duskaz Pax4 years ago in Poets
