Geese Headed South | Mary Bone
Geese were flying south
for the winter.
honking along the way,
promising to return again someday.
nature poems
From Everywhere | HR Creel
Don’t ask where I’m from
Answer’s everywhere
A taste of Earth in all her
Fine and lonesome pockets
Soon to taste the sky.
Awaiting Dawn | Joanne Olivieri
Where stars
bow their heads
in slumber
I drift off
contemplating
morning’s birth.
Fog creeps
around me
above and beyond me
saturating my emotions
with a dull lullaby.
Darkness
whisks me away
into oblivion
the doldrums
of sleep.
My legs
my arms
my heart
restless as
a caged animal
the creative flow
hushed a goodnight.
Nocturnal scenarios
imbue my brain stems
dreaming fantasies
once lived
now revisited.
Apparitions
reincarnated
and sleep
is of the essence.
The crooning
Ms. Hummingbird
spews melancholy superlatives
waking the dead
back to life.
I rise
contented yet daring.
A walk on the wild side
is in order.
Turtle | Nancy May
on a rock
turtle on turtle
bask in the sun
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Rose | Castina Rose
so much power held in a flower
bringing peace and tranquility to the earth
peach roses containing immortality
the roses bring birth
to knowledge and love
red roses from below to up above
spiraling with doves
our egos will not budge
roses fill the air with beauty and care
this flower will flourish without a dare
we don’t deserve this flower
but the universe is fair
bountiful rose petals sprout in my hair
thank the roses
ask them what they’ll give you
the power vested in them will heal you
Another Madman Poem | JD DeHart
I tore myself to bits
and scraps
Then littered the earth
with myself
Then birds came
carrying me to and fro
Now I need a ride home
Spare some change?
Under Cage | El Sane Ken Silencer
The moon is a wonderful creature
The stars are amazing in their culture
Twinkling, the moon and the stars keep the night alive
A story believed without being seen.
Darkness, a friend I have
And plead flees if I have luck,
For it has my heart consumed
Making me seem a follower
to no clock…
When shall I see the sky bright
What shall bring me to the light
When the sun that makes every day hot
Have I never seen shining bright.
Nature! They say it is destiny,
Is it mine to stay in always with
frowned face?
Trying to smile, I feel I might get no change
Like this, is being under a cage
going to change?
Perennials In Parallax – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne
Turns To Take,
On The Crushing Gritted Down,
NoWhere In Nor Out Of Its Serrated Fulcrum,
Surviveal Through A General Anesthesis,
To Appease The Scratching From WithIn,
The Frantic Struggle To Maintain Dormancy,
Flickering EyeLids In The Black Shimmer Of Satin,
Hearts In Stasis To A Rendering Of Cages,
EnThroned In Reviveal…In Approach To Its Melting Point,
Saturateion Of Flesh With Phantom Accumulation,
Assimilateing Into A Failing Sense Of Space…
…
Leaves To Rake,
On The LushFull Green Lawn,
Knowing Where To Be Ignored… Devout In Its Swinging Hammock,
Serveing All In A Self-Centered Assignment Of Duty,
To Will The Match InTo Strikeing Against Thumb,
The Gentle Combustion To Forget Romantic Demure,
Flames Licking Lashes In The Blue Summer Of Saturday,
Heated In The Smoke To A BeFriending Of Ages,
EnThralled By Desertion… By Appropriation And Its Mounted Pelt,
Desiccation Of Reason With Infantile Perennials,
Failing To Fully Accept A Sense Of Time.
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New Day – A Poem by Tokoni Uti
It is the lot of man to count his winnings.
And the way of nature to usher new beginnings.
The man in his youth will do as he please.
And tree in its season will shed its leaves.
The revolution has returned to take its turn.
And has ignited a flame that will not always burn.
The simplicity of naiveté is adorned in flowers.
And the new day is here and ours.