nature poetry

An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.

The Mountain
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Owl And Farmer.
An owl took, in a barn, a station As fittest for deep contemplation; There (like a Turk) upon a beam
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
A Winter Eden
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise as it can be And not melt snow or start a dormant tree.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
To Valeria
Broideries and ancient stuffs that some queen Wore; nor gems that warriors' hilts encrusted; Nor fresh from heroes' brows the laurels green;
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Night
The night is old, and all the world Is wearied out with strife; A long gray mist lies heavy and wan Above the house of life.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
To The Daisy
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have A place upon thy Poet's grave, I welcome thee once more: But He, who was on land, at sea,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Canadian Wood
I once had a tree or should I say the tree once had me It showed me its depth Isn’t it good Canadian wood ... It asked me to stay
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
The Rose That Grew From Concrete.
The last thing on my mind is life being unfair. Thoughts lingering into existence are still up in the air. From sorrow to joy, all roles play their part.
By INA5 years ago in Poets
Special morning
Many times in my life, I have seen nature's lull But this time what I see, Is something very special. As I stand in the morning, The cold breeze touches my face, As I say to myself that This is surely one of those beautiful days
By Muhammad Sheraz5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes
Sometimes I sit alone in my space… Thinking Deep .. Why I am here? I don’t know why thoughts pull me They go on endless, never can they cease… And then something halts- I realize I wasted my time. Every thought was a waste Why am I being bound to think ..?
By Muhammad Sheraz5 years ago in Poets
The glory of early morning
The joy of watching the early morning Is a divine feeling always cherishing. In the cool atmosphere, with the breeze blowing It's a nice feeling to see only a few people moving.
By Muhammad Sheraz5 years ago in Poets
The Downpour
The heavens have opened up, And sent forth a massive downpour. The life in general is affected by it, Even as the thunder continues to roar.
By Muhammad Sheraz5 years ago in Poets