nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
In the Dust and the Decay
There is beauty in the way the city moves between the grooves of the present and the past. Modern buildings standing tall, amid them all an old granite church, with pigeons perched in its stained-glass windows. The faint glow of the streetlights upon a scruffy shrub. Mourning doves picking their way through the pavement. Graffiti embellished tenement walls, spray painted with words, like verses from an ancient tome. Squalid homes displayed behind rusted gates. Wooden crates stacked in alleyway corners on an ordinary day. Beauty portrayed in the dust and the decay of everyday living.
By Melissa Davilio5 years ago in Poets
Pouring
Rain, rhythmic on a taut umbrella—the stretched canvas too small to keep water from soaking the soft fabric of my coat. The legs of my slacks, drenched and dragging, and the grey sky unrelenting as the rain sheets down in heavy curtains. Spray comes up with each passing car—hulking bodies skidding and weaving as they barrel too fast into pools too deep.
By E. McAuley5 years ago in Poets
