PAR
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 10:53am
10th Dec 2024 10:53am
Arachne
In the silence of the ancient grove,
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
we bow with humble hearts and minds
honoring the eight-legged delicate weave
their webs a testament to nature's craft.
Through the stillness whispers of their lore
threads of existence crossing patterns
in their presence we find harmony
balanced in the cycle of life’s design.
Oh gentle spirits of the eight legs
we celebrate your ceaseless toil
crafting wonders in the air between breaths
your webs the stars of earthly skies.
Beneath the moon's serene glow
your...
#jealousy
#mythology
#nature
#spiritual
#wisdom
100 reads
10 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 5:08pm
8th Dec 2024 5:08pm
Sunset over Lake Huron
Huron shores
West towards the sunset
Night after night
We watched
Some nights
Colours masked by heavy clouds
Other nights are spectacular
Every night a little different.
You can’t expect a sunset to look a particular way
You can’t control it
shape it.
Just take the time to enjoy it as it is.
Each one has its own beauty
if you’re willing to experience it
West towards the sunset
Night after night
We watched
Some nights
Colours masked by heavy clouds
Other nights are spectacular
Every night a little different.
You can’t expect a sunset to look a particular way
You can’t control it
shape it.
Just take the time to enjoy it as it is.
Each one has its own beauty
if you’re willing to experience it
#beauty
#nature
#sun
90 reads
5 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 9:36am
8th Dec 2024 9:36am
What is it about the moon
What is it about the moon that always appear in the night skies, through the process of the months that has us so hypnotize, by the glow of the aura shape and shine like a bright light, up in the sky. For sure what does it mean 🤔when you lose your own chains of thoughts, and insight into the deepness of the moon, glow of the truth that slowly, begins to draw our energy as well as our attention. For it even goes deeper than deep, into a different perspective on life. Yet for the wolf it's a change of the world 🌎 that comes, with an aura that has a stronger hold on the mind and...
#birds
#cats
#dogs
#fish
#nature
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 9:09pm
6th Dec 2024 9:09pm
A Clovers View...
I am alone and just one, a clover low, upon this quiet plain,
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
My leaves wave gently, a simple emerald hue, drinking sunlight, dew, and rain.
Around me blooms of white and pink nestle, like kin, their beauty shows off to all,
We sway as soft whispers of the wind that teach us where to grow, showing us how to be strong and to survive against life's breath.
Above, the larks and sparrows sing, their melodies unfold, lingering sounds to the earth,
And I, a humble clover here, watch heaven’s songs retold as white clouds dance upon the blue skies.
The dandelions...
#beauty
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor #nature
#metaphor #nature
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
1st Dec 2024 2:07pm
Things Beautiful...
Through our delicate sight, the world unveils its radiant art in colours,
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
A magnificent magical canvas of nature’s grand design.
Mountains boldly rise, statuesque and beautifully contoured,
Kissed by clouds, their resplendent mighty peaks shine,
Distant quiet Valleys cradle bending rivers, their cool flowing waters entrancing almost hypnotic,
Whispering tales of time to the fair earth below.
The ocean soothing waves, alluring and mesmerizing,
Holds mysteries in its secret shallows and radiant depths.
Each ripple and wave, a fetching embrace of the...
#beauty
#nature
#TruthOfLife
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0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:58pm
30th Nov 2024 3:58pm
Mother Earth
time escapes me as I walk through the earth
ancient things are here that shouldn't be disturbed
energies are given off and shadows are cast
trees very wise and old have seen many a thing die
communicating through their roots the trees talk
keeping record of all that man has wrought
sleeping giants of old
the earth cradles their souls
reclaiming bits of herself with the help of weeds
minerals and crystals are elements of our mother
precious metals that make the earth hum
extending their gifts to human
why consume when...
ancient things are here that shouldn't be disturbed
energies are given off and shadows are cast
trees very wise and old have seen many a thing die
communicating through their roots the trees talk
keeping record of all that man has wrought
sleeping giants of old
the earth cradles their souls
reclaiming bits of herself with the help of weeds
minerals and crystals are elements of our mother
precious metals that make the earth hum
extending their gifts to human
why consume when...
#earth
#environment
#nature #trees
#nature #trees
135 reads
8 Comments
rosegold
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
29th Nov 2024 2:18pm
The Journey
You slowly ooze
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
your sludgy head and foot
out of the hard yet fragile home
you carry on your back.
Eyes cautiously extend,
slimy feelers emerge and reach out
examining the air around:
all is still but the sun softly rising
so you start your long journey
across the walk in search of leafy greens.
Morning dew keeps you wet and content;
golden rays make your trail sparkle.
Thump, thump, the sidewalk shakes;
you feel the pounding getting closer.
A shadow overhead covers you in darkness,
and you crawl as...
#fate
#fiction
#narrative #nature
#narrative #nature
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Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 10:34am
29th Nov 2024 10:34am
The Beauty of the Mystery
They just laughed and said ‘what use little rhymes in the face of cold dust erupting,
What will your words achieve when our machines blister skin’?
‘Nothing’, I say, ‘nothing will be achieved if you’re taking domination as your measure.
All I can do is hold on to the beauty of the mystery.’
‘Look at you, an empty container, grasping and gasping, as the beast finds its feet,
How will holding hands advance the project we’ll soon complete?’
‘It won’t’, I say, ‘but some things trip monsters even when they stomp,
That’s how we reach for the mystery of the...
What will your words achieve when our machines blister skin’?
‘Nothing’, I say, ‘nothing will be achieved if you’re taking domination as your measure.
All I can do is hold on to the beauty of the mystery.’
‘Look at you, an empty container, grasping and gasping, as the beast finds its feet,
How will holding hands advance the project we’ll soon complete?’
‘It won’t’, I say, ‘but some things trip monsters even when they stomp,
That’s how we reach for the mystery of the...
#CallToAction
#humankind
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#technology
54 reads
1 Comment
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
Once blossoming
As Rose wilting.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
#LifeCycle
#nature
102 reads
6 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:28pm
26th Nov 2024 5:28pm
Venus
The Shepherd's Hour
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
...
The moon is red on misty horizon
Within a dancing fog, and the plains
In vapor dozing, the frog complains
Among the reeds, where chill has arisen
***
Water flowers have closed their petals
In distance far, poplars show profile
Straight and tight their ghosts unseen awhile
And between the bush, glowworms shuttle
**
The owls now awake, noiseless take flight
Rowing the black air with heavy wings
The zenith full, a fainting glow blinks
White, Venus emerges, it is Night *
...
#nature
#sky
#stars #universe
#stars #universe
80 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
PURE HUMMING BIRD JOY (PURE HUMMING BIRD WAY) (11-24-2024, Palm Springs, California)
upon reopening my eyes
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
#fall
#morning
#nature
#SelfReflection
#uplifting
79 reads
0 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 3:26am
24th Nov 2024 3:26am
Nature of the beast
Enjoy the hunt.
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart. ...
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart. ...
#dark
#death
#nature
75 reads
2 Comments
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