Poetry competition CLOSED 30th September 2023 5:17pm
WINNER
Grace (IDryad)
Grace (IDryad)
RUNNERS-UP:
PaleSkies
and dimpy
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Naturnal
Poetry Contest Description
pay homage to Nature
For this competition I would like you to watch the video of some of the stunning nature of the islands North of Bergen\Norway.
write an ode to nature inspired on what you see here
send gratitude and respect to Mother Earth, Pacha mama, JordMor, and all the names given to express the abundance of nature
https://youtu.be/uKqSUbDAv8g
Title your piece
new works only
one per poet
minimum 50 words, no maximum
no novels either, short story is allowed
my deepest respect
ps, I have been to this place many times
enjoy
For Nature its Naturally Natural
there are clearings in the woods
where crystal-clear streams meander through
fringed by wild blooms
heavy with nature's perfumes
the wind blows gently on falling leaves
gentle enough to soothe deepest pain
while nature's orchestra plays
songs of the ancient on dappled forest floor
they gently coax the grass to grow
spraying goodness on dark soil
vines to sprout with trees so tall
flowers to nod pretty heads
nature will apply poultice
to ragged land
where man has gouged
its spirit from within
Nature will prevail
Naturally
where crystal-clear streams meander through
fringed by wild blooms
heavy with nature's perfumes
the wind blows gently on falling leaves
gentle enough to soothe deepest pain
while nature's orchestra plays
songs of the ancient on dappled forest floor
they gently coax the grass to grow
spraying goodness on dark soil
vines to sprout with trees so tall
flowers to nod pretty heads
nature will apply poultice
to ragged land
where man has gouged
its spirit from within
Nature will prevail
Naturally
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Ode to Nature
Used to be there was a dilapidated buiilding
Sitting on this corner
Vagrants, Obdachlos and drug users
Spent wasted time there until, miscue,
They set a part of it on fire
Dilapidated, yes, it was brought down
A piece of brick and some cement remain.
Ugly.
Then seasons chased each other away
Spring then giving way to Summer
And all sorts of weeds started growing
In the midst of the remains of wreckage
Don't even know the names
Poison sumac? Crabgrass? Purslane?
Dandelions?
Or just plain grass?
Whatever their names, those morcels
Of greenery have chosen to fight and regain
Their territory
Surrounded as they are in a sea
Of skycrapers and other monstrosities.
Sitting on this corner
Vagrants, Obdachlos and drug users
Spent wasted time there until, miscue,
They set a part of it on fire
Dilapidated, yes, it was brought down
A piece of brick and some cement remain.
Ugly.
Then seasons chased each other away
Spring then giving way to Summer
And all sorts of weeds started growing
In the midst of the remains of wreckage
Don't even know the names
Poison sumac? Crabgrass? Purslane?
Dandelions?
Or just plain grass?
Whatever their names, those morcels
Of greenery have chosen to fight and regain
Their territory
Surrounded as they are in a sea
Of skycrapers and other monstrosities.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Now A Memoir
Among turrets of towering trees
Seduced by the florals
Wearing nature's shoes
With the falling leaves haunting
Where roses should grow
Like skeletons leaving shadows
Raining down like tallow
Into an agreeable sunset
Echoing the imagery
Now only a memoir
With the sounds of a cello
And echoing cricket
Written by PaleSkies
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a beautiful part of mother earth...
A piece of Mother Earth..
simply sleeping in a posture
of rest in the middle of the browny mountains...
that jolly mountains always
gives her sensation of coldness.
mother has decorated her rough chest by
thousands of trees, plants and tiny flowers who always flirts with the winds....
mother increased the shape of
her breasts with this greenish pearls ...
n a serpentine cleavage has emerged between
the two of her breasts...torrid darkness resides in the mother's womb
where the snakes dwell..A few steps away, a small lake...
like a mother's vagina flowing with cold water...
When seen from the sky, it seems as if the piece
of earth is covered in green undergarments. n This happy earth
feels the warmth of the fiery sun every day and drinks coolness from
the beautiful moon. many times fog forms when mom wakes up from a nap...
sometimes dark dense clouds give her a hint of sensuality
and by heavy rain drenches her in love....
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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