Seed
Poem Published
5th Aug 2023 9:35pm
5th Aug 2023 9:35pm
Payne Creek
They didn't have to tell me that I should notice all the small things along the path to Payne Creek.
I can't help but notice the tiny things, the sound and silence of nature, the greenery all around, moths and butterflies flying topsy-turvy, the rusty brown pine needles crisscrossed on the ground.
The shy ferns still and quiet hiding in the shade of large leaf magnolias, short leaf pines, dogwood, red oak, and hollies.
Along the upper trail wildflowers daydream without expression on their beautiful faces.
As we descend further into the forest the pine trees...
I can't help but notice the tiny things, the sound and silence of nature, the greenery all around, moths and butterflies flying topsy-turvy, the rusty brown pine needles crisscrossed on the ground.
The shy ferns still and quiet hiding in the shade of large leaf magnolias, short leaf pines, dogwood, red oak, and hollies.
Along the upper trail wildflowers daydream without expression on their beautiful faces.
As we descend further into the forest the pine trees...
#flowers
#water
#nature
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
27th Jul 2023 5:56am
27th Jul 2023 5:56am
To love a Pisces Moon
I tried to describe you again today...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
I've done it a thousand times or more
There's a surging tsunami of emotions
And I struggle with each wave inside me
One after another containing hundreds of thoughts
And I struggle to pick and choose the ones to say
I fall upon water imagery today when you came to mind
You are a perfect rainy day at the beach to me
The waves the color of your eyes as they roll and move
To try to leave that gaze is shockingly difficult
The thick wet sand pulling me down with each step
Purple seashells...
#love
#sea
#clouds
#nature
#admiration
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 8:01pm
27th Jun 2023 8:01pm
Creativity, through opera glasses, separated by a ravine.
in awe - the casual way
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
you lever paint from a cannonball night
as if you fell asleep
after meditation-haze on wine,
beside a God, crowbar in your hands,
another ghost of creativity
fating harmless thrums,
you create static
in the wake of every mile
your stiff, fictional feet trek -
and I came,
like a lion or a dove,
without expectation
to knock upon that traveller's door,
visited. I somehow seem to
fall in love with every wayward soul,
so too the mud,
so too the...
#moon
#nature
#God
#art
#dawn
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
10th Jun 2023 8:47pm
Ambling Fleet
I've wandered beyond my shadow
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
to where the sunlight tapers off through canopies of dark green trees
and darker still
the limbs and seeds.
I have seen egrets here,
dropwort and driftwood curled
into the shape of a slumbersome badger,
no one perishes the thought.
I wouldn't mind
if you happened to
walk with me a while,
down the verge and track,
edged by ferns,
scored by beech,
we can divert
from the shine of the beach's mouth
to follow the upward line, slide,
guide bodies along the...
#earth
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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MarieA42
Poem Published
18th May 2023 12:43pm
18th May 2023 12:43pm
Crazy Dream
In the dream I was standing in front of this townhouse apartment, I could draw you a perfect picture of the place. I slowly opened the door to Alberts home. Who is Albert you ask? Well, Albert Einstein of course. In the foyer there sat a desk, the top was barely visible due to all the scattered paperwork. I reach down and picked up a notebook that had a project name typed out across it in black thick ink...CAT NINE PROJECT. What did this mean? I had no idea, but then all the sudden im taken from this scene to the next. Here I am now standing by this old two story white and blue farm house,...
#nature
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DanielChristensen
Poem Published
7th May 2023 7:33pm
7th May 2023 7:33pm
Memoriae: Aqua, Terra, Aer, Ignis (a collaboration)
Water breaks
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
...
its neck
falling over
stone gallows
We skimmed pebbles once
imagined they were small
submarines, drowning
We drowned a clipped crow
imagined he was a blued
cot death, rising
Hands touched as we twisted bracken
into effigies of the summer departed,
and it felt like love in a silent film
where eyes forage fingers for meaning
She suggested we become kite
-no strings attached-
the breeze was strong enough
to sink the darkest secrets
...
#love
#friendship
#nature
#memories
#WritingPoetry
656 reads
23 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th May 2023 3:45am
6th May 2023 3:45am
The Little Girl who Loved the Earth
- The Little Girl who Loved the Earth -
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
#countryside
#environment
#nature
#ghosts
#memories
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th May 2023 1:42am
6th May 2023 1:42am
For the People, and For the Earth!
- For the People, and For the Earth! -
It is not infrequently, that upon witnessing the state of things in the world I find myself moved to thus ponder what of it should be changed. I behold this dark era wherein brutish regimes goad their countries to war against innocent nations, who valor in defending themselves reminds me of such struggles in the ages of the past. Though that may as well be a world away from where I live, I feel the pain of each and every innocent that dies in such conflicts. And then I look at the nation I live in, where people are each and every day...
It is not infrequently, that upon witnessing the state of things in the world I find myself moved to thus ponder what of it should be changed. I behold this dark era wherein brutish regimes goad their countries to war against innocent nations, who valor in defending themselves reminds me of such struggles in the ages of the past. Though that may as well be a world away from where I live, I feel the pain of each and every innocent that dies in such conflicts. And then I look at the nation I live in, where people are each and every day...
#inspirational
#nature
#peace
#freedom
#HumanRights
367 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
ballad of ocho rios
Though the road’s been rocky, it sure feels good to me.”—Bob Marley
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
#countryside
#river
#beach
#nature
#holiday
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2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 7:33pm
3rd Apr 2023 7:33pm
After Two, a Couple of Pastiches of British Poets
a collaboration between myself and Strangeways_Rob: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Strangeways_Rob/
Spitting Mountain Mist into Seasons
after Owen Sheers
It may have been the summer before the winter
Strong men pickaxed through ice to bury Old Man Jones.
It may have not.
We found a baby seagull on the beach
death nested inside a sand castle moat,
fingertip deep and eyes flagged closed.
She had seen a BBC documentary
rows of dead things in jars.
‘Myself is mutilation and...
Spitting Mountain Mist into Seasons
after Owen Sheers
It may have been the summer before the winter
Strong men pickaxed through ice to bury Old Man Jones.
It may have not.
We found a baby seagull on the beach
death nested inside a sand castle moat,
fingertip deep and eyes flagged closed.
She had seen a BBC documentary
rows of dead things in jars.
‘Myself is mutilation and...
#depression
#animals
#nature #God
#nature #God
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 8:58pm
28th Mar 2023 8:58pm
When I Lost My Father
When I Lost My Father
May was about to pass into June
Red clover was in bloom
in the fields around Natchez, Mississippi
Honeysuckle vines grew on the fences and trees
Whose flowers were picked by Children
To pinch off the bottom
and taste the sweetness within
“But my blackberry harvest came
long after Dad roamed
The blueberry barrens of Maine
In the solitude of his shyness
When time was a cool breeze
With Grammie...
May was about to pass into June
Red clover was in bloom
in the fields around Natchez, Mississippi
Honeysuckle vines grew on the fences and trees
Whose flowers were picked by Children
To pinch off the bottom
and taste the sweetness within
“But my blackberry harvest came
long after Dad roamed
The blueberry barrens of Maine
In the solitude of his shyness
When time was a cool breeze
With Grammie...
#grief
#father
#spring
#nature
#spiritual
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13 Comments
Sugar-Britches2
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 7:32am
19th Mar 2023 7:32am
Sand
Sand
Many people enjoy its texture
But few take time to consider
Its long-awaited journey to
Its current form of existence
The shifting of plates
The molten of magma
The breaking of wind
And water upon rock
The way it falls between your finger tips
The way it clings to your bikini bottoms
The way it fills your fondest memories
Yet so many take this granite for granted
They don't see that this once mighty mountain
Stood tall...
Many people enjoy its texture
But few take time to consider
Its long-awaited journey to
Its current form of existence
The shifting of plates
The molten of magma
The breaking of wind
And water upon rock
The way it falls between your finger tips
The way it clings to your bikini bottoms
The way it fills your fondest memories
Yet so many take this granite for granted
They don't see that this once mighty mountain
Stood tall...
#love
#erotic
#nature
#mountains
#passion
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Nature
