An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Mountains of sorrow, I have heard your moans, And the moving of your pines; but we sit high On your green shoulders, nearer stoops the sky,
By Maiya Devi Dahal5 years ago in Poets
How can I forget thee, sweet love of yore? Thy mountains and thy valleys call to me, Beseeching me to come yonder once more
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Poets
The sun smiles through the windowpane, excited for me to start the day, The warm winds ripple through open space, They give me a warm embrace.
By Immanuel Abiodun5 years ago in Poets
After a good day of walking, she folded her map and noticed minuscule pieces of it falling away and drifting to the ground.
By Kiley-anne Curreen5 years ago in Poets
Through leafy windows of the trees The full moon shows a wrinkled face, And, trailing dim her draperies Of mist from place to place,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Your home was mine, - kind Nature's gift; My love no years can chill; In vain their flakes the storm-winds sift,
We, deeming day-light fair, and loving well Its forms and dyes, and all the motley play Of lives that win their colour from the day,
In the deserted, moon-blanched street, How lonely rings the echo of my feet! Those windows, which I gaze at, frown, Silent and white, unopening down,
The fresh savannas of the Sangamon Here rise in gentle swells, and the long grass Is mixed with rustling hazels. Scarlet tufts
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy lines!
The Rose and the Cloud In the drying sand On the firing land Where the rays of the sun Makes everything crumble and burn
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
