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Shofi Ahmed Jun 2022
True, the sugar tops
sweeten everyone's mouth.
Hold onto the salt though
let's not lose out.

Pinches of sea salt
    dancing smash hit
deep down the sea floor
   ace extracting ice cores,
boom, the clouds form high,
show the upside is sky!
    
Jubilant cumulus pop
only crystal clear vibes 
let the wind see through
that sings the rhymes.

Oops, it's not always a blue sky
wispy white clouds turn dark.
The storm soars the larks fly low
busy men down the trees
seek refugee for a mo.

Sticking my head under a roof
pondering me find a room.
Is this 'smash hit high sail
of the clouds rising from deep core,
all is gone in a blink of a storm'.

Not far in the sky
nor deep down the sea.
I see a raindrop on a shining
flower before me.
Something more to tell
very closely!
I was reading Seamus Heaney's The Death of a Naturalist poem lately. Few daws later I wrote this poem.
ATILA Feb 2019
Take a look at a flower that we adore
And observe this precious creation to the core.

Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud
And bend towards the ray of light
Workshipping sun to stay on sight
Though sunlight is absent at night.

Day by day this flower blooms
Revealing its beauty even in gloom
The production of honey sweet scent
Introduces us of its own patent
Attracting those diligent bees
Flirting with vibrant butterflies
To generously share its honey product
Cause life is all about giving without doubt!

A blooming flower; a genuine wonder
Asking us to thoroughly ponder
How significant its existence in nature
Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future
As this flower will not stop blooming
Until its growth has fully matured.
Has been obligated to write a shape poem that I never tried before. It took me almost two hours to write this simple poem, ISTG it is soooo hard :'( And I can't share the actual result/pic of my shape poem here ><
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2018
Till 12, I was with the Moon
By 6, appointment fixed with the Sun

And, the diary repeats
Genre: Self
Theme: Autobiography || Being Naturalist
david o'neill Apr 2018
Imagine the days
Spent playing endless charades,
With a ****** of crows
Holding court on telephone poles.
Flocking like the masses
To attend the evening classes,
Of a mystical educator
Renowned for his knowledge of nature.

They listen as he speaks
Of the glorious mountain peaks,
The rivers with their bends
And how nature always tends,
To invoke the imagination
Of even the most civilised of nations.

Cultivated in sin
Our society begins,
To crumble before our eyes
And with technology on the rise
Will I be left here to despise,
The remnants of my peoples glazed and absent eyes?

Technology has stolen,
Rampaged, ripped through, broken.
Conversations we once had
Now left to the distant past.
Why don't you ask me about nature,
the cosmos or the sea?
Why does everything you talk about
Emerge from MTV?
I don't care who's got the fattest ***
Or the biggest **** you see?
All I care for is mother nature
And spirituality!
Vivian Ienello May 2014
Transcend from society, eject into space

look in the mirror and you wont see you face

eject from reality into the great green plains

in the woods, is their a god?

in the woods, you don't think hard

oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space

O' sweet, let me see your face

for the time has come, to float all above

past fake gods, past the cosmos

into to nothing where non- existence takes place

then you will never see your face

— The End —