nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Birds of a Feather
They say birds of a feather flock together, but what happens when there comes a change of the weather? Perhaps, a change of direction or misleading conception? Through it all, we stood tall, yet somehow, we still let it fall. We have lost touch with one another, with no relation to our brothers, and bashing each other. Whiteface, black face, new face, the human race- However, we still don’t know our place. Somehow, we still aren’t aware of the fact that many voices are stronger than one, but the war has already begun. See, birds of a feather must stick together, because without teamwork, we can’t make the dream work and we will never know our worth. When are we going to stop antagonizing and fantasizing over a future that we cannot even put into action because we’re worried about other reactions? The time is now or never because birds of a feather flock together.
By Tierra Ola5 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Egypt
Last night I was in Egypt. It was early morning, the sun just beginning to rise, painting the base of the pyramids a liquid gold. There was a chill in the air – making me wish I'd brought a sweater, even though I'd have no use for it in only an hour or so, once the morning sun had fully awakened. I stood at the base of the world's most iconic ancient wonder, arms wrapped tightly round me to stop me shivering, feeling the dewy air wet my hair. I strained to see the top which seemed to disappear into the clouds forming from my own breath. I felt the excitement of finally getting to see something I've wanted to see all my life and so unexpectedly. After all, only a few hours before I had climbed into bed and switched off the light with no travel plans for the immediate future.
By Skye Bothma5 years ago in Poets
