nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Ocean
Staring out at the sea during a hurricane, the angry waves pulling out what feels miles away from me, and chasing back to frisk around my feet, I can understand the advent of fantastic mythology. The sea foam shudders in the cool wind as a salt driven rain pelts its face. The army of jellyfish displaced on the shore, clear and firm, is barely visible but very tactile. The waves rise and peak, forming green and white tunnels, lucent like glass against the churning clouds. Looking at all these things, unable to find words, I understand how four thousand years ago, the only possible explanation for the unadulterated beauty before me could have been celestial. I walk through the foam, Venus gracing my mind.
By Baylee Browning8 years ago in Poets
Patterns of Me
I seek refuge in light and look for god in the mesmerizing patterns of the carpet only to find out I'm looking for myself in there. I shapeshift from a beast to a tree, to a rock, to a soul, just to wander around the aspects of what one might call "life". I talk to the wind and to the moon, so I can learn how as a human, I can bring their words into action.
By Mystik Serpent8 years ago in Poets
A Weed or Flower
The flowers bloom and the weeds are no longer tame, but there seems to be a hesitation for you to greet them the same The normality in society is a perfect contradiction to nature. the way the world turns and the way I take my final form are completely related to how society may mature.
By River Grana8 years ago in Poets
