nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
What the Rain Told Me
Emotional fragmentation I want to talk about the rain. I do not know what has happened to me, why I opened my note and began to do this, to manifest in order to write about raining. It must be a rainy day. It was cloudy when I got up earlier although I appeared happy as well. When it cries it tears up the sky. I hear each and every drop drop. All of them were stories, a fact, a betrayal, a sorrow, existing in a world in which the clouds grow blacker every time it has seen something. I hear it grumble, and cry, though screaming. Thunder , A bulletproof song a blur in your head is seen. A world is revealed in the scene, a situation of a drummer who was making me nod my head, and listen to a plan. I would hope we might live without so real and too seen a dream. Watch brothers and sisters drink water, praise God on that branch of life. A group of idiots has to be killed or cursed with internal pain. The light penetrates the heart, and in between there are roses. To the beat and the movement, a stream in the ground soon moulds the figure of the new living. it must be a leaf, a loop.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 months ago in Poets
“Whispers of the Ink”
In the heart of a quiet town stood a small, sunlit studio. It wasn’t fancy—just four wooden walls, shelves filled with books, and a round table at the center. But for the people who gathered there every Friday evening, it was a sanctuary, a place where ordinary moments transformed into poetry. They called themselves The Circle of Ink, a community of poets who believed that words could change the world, even if only one heart at a time.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
