#natural poems on Hello Poetry

The Tinkerer Mar 2015

You* are,
My Bottle of sunshine,
You are,
therapy for the mind,
For the soul.

Hell, YOU may be the reason why
Flowers grow.

To see you broken,
To see you bruised,
To be unable to fix your wounds..
To sit and *watch, while you're so aloof
This, a battle I'd HATE to lose

I'd climb mountains,
I'd cross seas,
To see you,
again at Ease,

I'd walk a million and one miles
To see you break into a grin, a smile.
I'd try, a million and one times
If for once,
I could be the one

*Your Bottle of Sunshine

For my best friend. You may not read this, but I'll always be there for thee.
It's one thing I've promised myself.
Whatever may happen, I hope to be your always.

#love #pain #sun #cheer #beautiful #nature #friendship #light #natural #bright

A Watoot Mar 2015

So It Begins

I'm as weak as a category 5 typhoon
I constantly need help
A fury so soft, everyone looked up
to see the intense gentleness

I'm as weak as a magnitude 9 on the Richter scale
The graphs wild with every seismic movement
That gently rocks everyone to permanent sleep
with a gentle lullaby that soothes your nerves

And I'm as strong as a feather
That tickles your innards and brain
To cry and laugh without fail
and make you stop breathing with a smile

wala lang.

#nature #weak #me #strong #natural #calamities

Mandy Blu Mar 2015

Natural

When I went to New York
I felt something change
Though the feeling was foreign
It wasn't so strange

When I stepped on the ground
And picked up my feet
I felt I was meant for
Those rough city streets

When I was with you
I felt something less
We used to be natural
Before we confessed

But now I have found
That we too have changed
We used to be natural
Before we were strange

I find that my last relationship crumbled because what we had naturally as platonic friends was lost somewhere along the way. When I visited New York City, all I could think of was that I felt the same emotion that I had lost in that relationship.

#love #life #thoughts #change #new #travel #city #natural #york #nyc

Breahna Sandlin Feb 2015

Natural

Red and Blue lights flashed against a bruised face
***** hands try to hide against torn clothing
A guilty mind, thought process, and soul equals the sudden outcome of rage towards himself.
Though the justice system might try to help the scared mind, but how?
I use to think after a person's mind was gone it was gone forever, but I guess that's only in rare cases.
Natural.

#blue #red #guilty #natural

Impeccable Space Poetess Feb 2015

Natural ~ Love ~ Quote

"Our world would be a barren
and a horrible desolated place
without:

~ POETS and our intuitive subtle visions
~ MUSIC's universal healing sounds
~ DANCE OF NATURE
~ ANIMAL FRIENDS"

Poets
Music
Nature
Dance
Our
Beautiful
Animal
Friends

Reveal Love For Life:*
*living with each other
within harmony,
interconnectedness,
love and compassion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cherish everyone.
Respect nature.
LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#dance #music #animals #universal #wisdom #natural #harmony #law #human-beings #tiniest-particles

Grant Horst Feb 2015

Media Mold

Alone in this world, yet surrounded by friends
All worried about following the latest trends
But not me, I want to be free from odds and ends
The best styles depend on what the media says
They handpick the physically elite to place in a close-up lens
All calculated deceit, if you fall behind you’ll end up in the back seat
Now anyone can be elegant, employing technology to cheat
Revamped appearances are now displayed on our main streets
Transforming young girls views to make them feel incomplete
Natural beauty is harder to come by, morphing us to an effete society
Notoriety is easier to achieve, our adoration alters confidence to anxiety
I now question our propriety; forced variety plagues our high society
They extort and contort the public’s image to be shown on public transport
Deciding who wears it the best will soon become a contact sport
I fear for our culture, even the most allure now sells themselves short
One day this all may change, but for now the homely get a larger sentence in court

Media nowadays sickens me... no wonder so many girls have troubles with self esteem/confidence in today's society

#media #fake #beauty #deep #natural #transform

Noelle Marie Jan 2015

Four letters

Ripped jeans and a cozy sweater
On a day like this wont you hug me better
Addictive cologne with that soft threadbare shirt
My head on your heart, makes my chest hurt
The scent of you covers my surrounds
I'd willingly drown in it
Your voice, the sweetest lullaby the world has known
It sends me off, sweet dreams,
You and Me in this world, alone
Four letters

#love #peace #happiness #two #comfort #relax #natural #found

VP Jan 2015

Beautiful?

“Babe, why don’t you believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful?”
he asks, concern filling his expression.
“I don’t know”
I reply, eyes turned down attempting to mask my lie.
The truth?
Nobody has ever looked into my sleep deprived eyes at 2 am and told me they’re their favourite shade of blue. Nobody has ever held me with tears streaming down my face and said they’d do anything to see my smile again. Nobody has ever seen my naked face and dishevelled hair at the crack of dawn and said there’s no one they’d rather be with in that moment. The day I start believing I’m beautiful is the day someone tells me I am, in my most natural, most ugly moment. In the moment my face isn’t masked in makeup, hair done up and outfit put perfectly together. In the moments I’m not supposed to be beautiful.

#love #truth #need #beautiful #beauty #ugly #moments #natural #makeup

Phoebe Jan 2015

In the Swamp of '96

Daddy takes me to the greenhouse,
behind our rotted trailer, deep in sovereign backwoods.
Marsh voices, thick like tupelo honey.

The coo of a loon, hiss of a cottonmouth, shiver of a snapping turtle.

The silver of swamp lilies lip the land in wild haze,
a veil of ochre moss tickles my nose like gauzey ginger ale
and soil clings to my ankles like a lonesome hound.

Daddy’s greenhouse is a shed, a haven.
A milieu of magic and fleur-de-cannabis
where pixies pull my curls and gnomes dance
under mushroom parasols.

My hands dip into a hollow of muddy earthworms.
I feel akin to the yellow blood of a butterfly
or pale jade of perplexing geckos.

Daddy is a shaman.

He trims holy blooms that come from spirits
who sing in the wind like the whippoorwill at dusk.
Snipping sticky bushels, he pads tufts into his pipe,
carved in the shape of a sullen armadillo.

I watch him inhale.

                          His breath
                                               stiff
                            as a braid of mangroves.

                      He exhales a ligneous cough.

                              I don’t mind,
                                                   much.

#nature #imagery #magic #**** #natural #marijuana #florida #narrative #swamp #wetlands