Poetry Competition Ends 30th September 2023 5:17pm
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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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Yet Selling Nature Hard --
Still at a Bargain-basement Price
"Lovers of nature necessarily value pussytoes and corn cockles
somewhat more than the child worldwide who
each
five
sec-
onds
dies."
-- a lover not of natural diseases or disasters
(let alone human nature inhuman)
*
A patron saint of flu and cancer bugs is Mother Earth --
though worms beneath her robe she feels possess a bit more worth.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the measureless Suffering of countless conscious,
feeling beings in the wilderness
daily yet ripped apart
and eaten alive
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
full romanticizing nature at the expense of Horror in a waste of Pain
september, 2023 -- romantics slow yet 'gin to droop and drowse
as night's dark predators in norway rouse
"Lovers of nature necessarily value pussytoes and corn cockles
somewhat more than the child worldwide who
each
five
sec-
onds
dies."
-- a lover not of natural diseases or disasters
(let alone human nature inhuman)
*
A patron saint of flu and cancer bugs is Mother Earth --
though worms beneath her robe she feels possess a bit more worth.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the measureless Suffering of countless conscious,
feeling beings in the wilderness
daily yet ripped apart
and eaten alive
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on
full romanticizing nature at the expense of Horror in a waste of Pain
september, 2023 -- romantics slow yet 'gin to droop and drowse
as night's dark predators in norway rouse
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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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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The Power of Winter
Winter Oh she comes
Is everything mixed in one
Covers the Earth in a blanket of white
Leaves the trees draped in light
I don’t think you know of her might
Fury, light
Is as harsh as the storm
Is as soft as the dawn
Slips and slides and twirls around
The tinkling of icicles Oh, the sound!
Winter just isn’t a season
It’s joy it’s a reason
Is everything mixed in one
Covers the Earth in a blanket of white
Leaves the trees draped in light
I don’t think you know of her might
Fury, light
Is as harsh as the storm
Is as soft as the dawn
Slips and slides and twirls around
The tinkling of icicles Oh, the sound!
Winter just isn’t a season
It’s joy it’s a reason
Written by moroccanpoet
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