nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Wave
I feel the water's icy touch on my ankles as the grainy sand wedges itself between my toes. The air is fresh and crisp with the smell of salt and hints of fish. The last day of summer cruises by me on the sun as it slowly but surely makes its way to the other side of the world. My board is freshly waxed with scents of pineapple and coconut. The crystal blue water curls into waves that crash at my feet, I am waiting for the one. You know that one wave to make this day and this summer epic, always go out with a bang, they say. I can hear the loud chatter of voices from people at the beach and in the distance I hear the faint call of seagulls, but then it all fades away into silence. All I can hear now are her waves calling to me. It's like she and I have become one as her waves and tides match the rhythm of my beating heart. She is to me Demeter as I am her Persephone and winter is Hades.
By Dani Baptisté 8 years ago in Poets
Walking Through Heaven
While the moon steadily rises across the country side, I keep my breaths shallow. Walking across an empty field is one of the most haunting feelings; you know that the earth stretches out for miles in front of you, yet as the fog rolls in you feel as though you may soon reach the edge-of-the-earth.
By Jodie Smith8 years ago in Poets
