nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Spinoza Underwater
“To see everything from the perspective of eternity” -B. Spinoza I want to live underwater. It seems so peaceful and serene, what an experience that would be. I can’t. I am limited by my Nature; limited by my body. I can move in whatever direction I choose, but I can only move according to my Nature. I can walk, but I cannot sidewind like a snake. I can live, but not underwater.
By Sunday Night Bombers7 years ago in Poets
There's Something in the Water
There's a pond in the back of my home. The water looks like glass today and I am all alone. I stare silently at the still surface, a sensation of serenity spills over me. I cannot see the fish beneath the opaque mirror that is the pond, but I know that they are there. I know because tiny ripples reach the rim of the pond and lick my feet, letting me know that a fish is near. I wonder how many fish lurk in the depths of the murky water. It must be peaceful living underneath this quiet pond where nothing ever happens. I wish to God i was a fish sometimes. Something large and majestic, elegant and graceful. Yes that would be wonderful. then i'm back and on land again, staring at my face in the surface of the pond in the back yard.
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
