#scenery poems on Hello Poetry

JR Rhine Dec 2015

Wooden skeletons
Silhouetted by unblinking eye
Somber light obfuscate
through ghastly spirits
The smell of bemired mother
frondose shallow graveyard
Winter is near.

Originally this was a simple observation of a chilly Autumn night. Then, as I was looking over the piece, I glanced to my left at the copy of Jim Morrison's "Wilderness" on my desk. Needless to say, the poem took a different shape afterwards.

#fall #nature #winter #earth #trees #scenery

SilverSpoon Oct 2015

Trail Through the Smoky Mountains

Orange canoe leaves and castling roots
   and a potpourri of rocks and twigs and mosses
     hailed my pathway.
Fresh, white flowers mingled with their rusted sisters
upon the ground, like copper-splashed jasper.
        The canoe leaves curled
as the white and rusted flowers tumbled through them
like toppled teacups and feathered, Victorian party hats.
     Their christened sisters mirrored them among the boughs above
and talked loftily about the treetops
      as the fallen ones chattered amidst *******
      and the roots dividing the tables of their tea party—
unaware, and heedless, of how far they’d fallen.

#poem #flowers #nature #beauty #trees #outdoors #sisters #scenery #hiking #smokymountains

Caitie Oct 2015

sestina

When the trees grow old
And the wind begins to blow
The branches sway back and forth
And the leaves begin to fall.
The bark starts to peel,
And the roots grow weaker and weaker.

But if we climb that tree,
If we reach the very top,
We notice the clouds in a clear sky
And how they sway to the left,
Sway to the right,
Listening to what the wind tells them to do.

So if we jump to the clouds
We can look down and see
Everything going on
From a different perspective.
Our point of view sways one way
Or another because of what we want to see.

We can see it all for miles,
We can see the world from here.
We can see young ladies swaying their hips,
We can see the ocean’s waves crash.
We can see each spec of waste
We can see whatever we please to find.

But this is unnerving
And this is not how we want to discover
So we hop back to the swaying branches.
We sit and ponder our visions,
We can imagine all of the possibilities
That we have just encountered.

We can see that our tree
Is just as strong,
Is just as gorgeous
As that young woman swaying her hips,
As the ocean’s waves.
The peeling bark uncovers fresh sap
And the tree’s roots regenerate strong.

When the trees grow old and the wind begins to blow,
We sit on the branches, and sway our feet
Hundreds of feet above, and write poetry to our imagination.

#trees #realization #sestina #visions #landscape #scenery

Georgia Goulding Aug 2015

Bees

I watched the bees pollinate.
Like a group of tiny black racecars flitting
between the pastel purple bulbs.
I felt my skin
crawl as I listened to their harmonious humming
and yet
I couldn't take my eyes off them -
the way they zipped through the lavender
stems, never colliding with each other gripped
me like a whirl of spring.

I lay back and I thought of you

so oddly beautiful *but beautiful
nonetheless.

#love #nature #spring #bees #scenery

A S Guerra Jul 2015

Departure

Departure
Always bittersweet

Part one --
Flits off the tongue and the teeth
Depa --
Rolling smoothly and richly, whispering through caverns and chasms

Part two --
Harshly invades the palate, like bricks scraping on concrete
Ture --
Severely escaping wind through tree trunks and mountaintops

Linking soft and hard, beginning and end

Departure --
The confusion of words and sounds

#short #words #adventure #journey #confusion #travel #arrival #sounds #departure #scenery

IsReaL E Summers Jul 2015

Outside

My cat is gone
Stormshadow-san.
I've waited long enough,
Its time to search.
The giant hill covered in mis-matched patches of overly-healthy and near-dead grass, was no longer a ****** opsticle,
But an enormous accelerator to my race to find my buddy
I run fast into the wooded clearing
Panning far and wide
Ntt nttntt nttntt! Ntt nttntt nttntt! I exhort to him in his native tongue.
STORMYYY! NTTT NTT NTT!NTT!NTT!
(I sound like a dying chipmunk)
Gazing high into the swaying treetops,
A white-spot catches my not-so-great eyesight
My heart follows me down the hill
Faster than legs can move it raptures me to a scar in the little mountain before me
Its not him, but I keep looking
The trees, not yet fully budded, and green from the waters touch.
I see early flowers of purple and white springing from the dead and withered leaves.
I can't believe.
But I do, believe, in Love, and life.
My wandering eyes now fixated upon these little ironcly painted flowers fill with salt water and fog my heart.
I can tell that my heart is letting go, but the stubborn child in me says
"NOO OHOHO OHohoh *snort!"
I feel myself being held, by a father who understands and cares of his sons tears
And the tears suddenly disappear.
Like a flood, calm washes over me.
I turn back to the house of " exceptance"
Mine eyes look up for one second.
And there is snake eyes-san, jet black with girly features. She meows hello and slides below
My terribly worn out sneakers.
I knew she knew, and she knew I knew.
"He's gone, but im here with you"

Ok so I tried to step outside-the-box on this one and its terrible. But hey, consider it a failing grade in poetry class. Just trying to hone my skillz.

#descriptive #shortstory #scenery #lettingofrhymescheme #expandinghorizens #backstory #branchingout

Nikita May 2015

Todays World

A beautiful suicide kit.

#suicide #war #world #society #beauty #today #scenery

Nessa dieR Apr 2015

This artist's phobia (10W)

Drawing pictures of any opaque scenery
Instead of your smile.

#of #10w #you #worst #opaque #artist #instead #phobia #scenery #10ws

Leo Davis Mar 2015

Liberty

Lions roar in the distance
Heartbeat pounding beside you
Looking out over the African veldt
Birds fly above
You wonder
Who passes out liberty
The ability to soar freely
The ability to choose
Why hath thee not chosen thy own path
Why art thee trapped
In shadows
Of some days
Bright red
Others yellow
Yet more so
A shade of darkness

#society #emotion #outcast #landscape #scenery