nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
direction: FREEDOM
Drawing red inspiration, like the blood pumping in my veins, I look at the pink sky bewildered. The cloud of smoke you’ve raised left me completely blind, as every act of individual violence is cultural violence. How can billions of people can only be black or white, female or male?
By Hari Moiris5 years ago in Poets
Green Walls
Fell asleep, head in your lap, dreaming of my being... ...Running alone, grasses fleeing under my hooves, walls to whirls and leaves like air around me. The branches part and there you are. Have known you for long; smell, movements familiar... different from the others coming after me. Known you from afar, you come closer. Slowly. Never hunted me, only looking for proximity, ever so slowly closing in. Hear your bated breath, see the warmth in your eyes. Spent a life running, slipping away, one step and I with you. Resting. It was just now.
By Viktoria Hiver5 years ago in Poets
