Poems Inspired by Mary Oliver
#MaryOliver
Poems inspired by the American poet Mary Jane Oliver. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by Mary Oliver. Along with poems about Oliver herself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 4:49pm
31st Dec 2018 4:49pm
Sleeping In The Forest
*Yes.*
*It was*
*an embrace*
*I felt when I ventured*
*into the embryo.*
*
*Of*
*when*
*I crouched*
*and peered, and was*
*the memory of*
*
*A*
*faintly*
*familiar feel*
*of freedom, that I had*
*merely saved*
*
*And*
*let slip,*
*till I was with*
*the earth while she had*
*softly whispered*
*
*The*
*first lesson*
*she ever taught me,*
*of the worlds in raindrops* ...
#earth
#forest
#nature
#gratitude
#MaryOliver
724 reads
21 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 3:28pm
31st Dec 2018 3:28pm
Mindful ( After Mary Oliver )
God days, I call them—
creation aligned
with mindful being
despite contrast;
such as the truth
of this simple moment:
no accolade, award
or holiday exists as reason
to appreciate its breath;
only Life itself:
winter grass
a frozen lake—
this skeletal leaf
~
#MaryOliver
creation aligned
with mindful being
despite contrast;
such as the truth
of this simple moment:
no accolade, award
or holiday exists as reason
to appreciate its breath;
only Life itself:
winter grass
a frozen lake—
this skeletal leaf
~
#MaryOliver
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#MaryOliver
681 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
31st Dec 2018 1:05am
The Collector
1.
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
Unusual, in the distance, stillness
beneath a hanging
wispy algae as it waves
a flag. The pelican
whittled down
to its base form. Stark, stranded, smooth-
an orange beak
like a bird of paradise and I sought heaven
in your duplicity, in your triplicity,
in your multitudes, a million
lights emerge
as static on the sea, I did not see it.
I believe wishes come
2.
from the wing bone. Funny,
life is not a stranger, but death is....
#dreams
#sea
#birds
#morality
#MaryOliver
29 reads
28 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 8:42pm
30th Dec 2018 8:42pm
[ CC ] All Night Slumber Party
I pond-ered as if rain---
my wits slowly gathering; shape
shifting consciousness expanding;
coming to more senses than
I was previously aware of.
Embraced against bosom in welcoming arms,
the Earth invited me to take rest in her cottage,
yet we ended up chatting all night
under a raftered porch of branches
frosted with moonlight and starfire white;
illuminated miniature kingdoms everwhere
about us guarded by little moth-men
and counseled by wise owl guardians. ...
my wits slowly gathering; shape
shifting consciousness expanding;
coming to more senses than
I was previously aware of.
Embraced against bosom in welcoming arms,
the Earth invited me to take rest in her cottage,
yet we ended up chatting all night
under a raftered porch of branches
frosted with moonlight and starfire white;
illuminated miniature kingdoms everwhere
about us guarded by little moth-men
and counseled by wise owl guardians. ...
#dreams
#nature
#dialogue
#sleep
#MaryOliver
650 reads
3 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 4:10pm
28th Dec 2018 4:10pm
Wild Geese ( After Mary Oliver )
There are no instructions to glean wisdom;
no table of contents directing the living
to their appropriate chapter in life’s manual.
There is only an instinct for survival,
one deeper than holding your breath;
and no one taught you to do that.
In the intimate darkness of womb
you inhaled amniotic fluid
because it sustained your growth,
but no one taught you to do that.
No one taught you to hold your breath
in the birth canal or your first bath;
you just knew you were supposed to.
So why do...
no table of contents directing the living
to their appropriate chapter in life’s manual.
There is only an instinct for survival,
one deeper than holding your breath;
and no one taught you to do that.
In the intimate darkness of womb
you inhaled amniotic fluid
because it sustained your growth,
but no one taught you to do that.
No one taught you to hold your breath
in the birth canal or your first bath;
you just knew you were supposed to.
So why do...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#evolution
#WritingPoetry
#MaryOliver
819 reads
11 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems Inspired by Mary Oliver
#MaryOliver is curated by Ahavati.
