nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Opera House
10/24/25 4:37am I’m the most sober I’ve been since sober meant anything and Chicago must not believe in autumn anymore because I’ve already got my earmuffs attached to my bag any time I leave the house but it’s not so bad unless my fingers get itchy then it means it’s too cold too fast I just hope my medication isn’t expired because God knows I don’t have the means to pay for it or most things at this point and I’ll blame it on everything except my own will because it doesn’t weigh my arms down as much and they’ve been hurting at night so maybe it’s the breakthrough the doctors have been looking for maybe it’s the key to whatever hypothesis involves the need for a snot rag and numb lips maybe it’s ancient scripture or hieroglyphics and maybe when it’s all done it’ll reveal a map to the Opera House and I won’t have any choice but to spend the last ball on two tickets to The Winter’s Tale and I’ll remember how serotonin doesn’t have to taste like a respiratory infection it can just exist inside me and leave without any weak link or toe-holed sock or empty dispensers of longing
By Olivia Dodge2 months ago in Poets
The Path Lit by Quiet Dreams
The sun dipped low behind the mountains, painting the sky with shades of orange and gold. In the quiet of the evening, a young boy named Ayaan sat beneath an old banyan tree that grew at the edge of his village. This tree was his favorite place in the world — a place where worries softened and thoughts became clearer. He carried with him an old notebook, its pages filled with half-written poems, scattered thoughts, and dreams too shy to speak aloud.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
