nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Whispers of the Rising Dawn
When dawn begins to rise, it carries a secret that only the early world hears. It is the sound of hope stretching its wings, the whisper of possibilities brushing against the horizon, the gentle promise that every day is a new chance to begin again. In the valley of Edenbrook, where hills curve like sleeping giants and rivers hum ancient lullabies, the rising dawn is celebrated not as a moment but as a miracle.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Sediment
I can feel the rot in my body starting. I’ve been sedentary too long today, and I know it will only spread to my lungs. The branches I see from my window strike a stick-thin silhouette against the white sky. I belong with them—spindly and rooted. It would take far too much effort now to uproot myself and shake off this creeping mold and make something of myself today. I am ballast. I am corroded. I am a heavy stasis. A tree rarely falls unless some force unearths it, and no such force is coming for me. I settle deeper into the decaying sediment of myself.
By Cecile Randall2 months ago in Poets
Midwinter
Winter sinks its teeth into my skin, burrows into my bones and makes a home for itself. There are few moments where I feel more alone than when I am walking, frigid and shivering, my breath coalescing in the air before me, reminiscent of smoke from an old man’s pipe; but I am not yet old, and I do not smoke, and despite my life still winding before me I feel aged and heartless and alone. Today I empathize with snowflakes caught in a hibernal spider’s web, which should have had longer to tilt their crystalline arms to the sky and twirl and laugh.
By Cecile Randall2 months ago in Poets
“The City Where Poems Wake”
“The City Where Poems Wake” In a valley between two mountains, Where dawn walks slowly like a shy traveler, There stood a strange and wondrous city— A city where poems woke before the sun did, Where words had wings And silence knew how to sing.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
